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Clint's POV

I had let Maria take Skye for that day's training as Fury asked to see me in his office.

I was just exiting the room, after getting debriefed from the director and received the best news that an S.O., and brother, could possible receive. Though this unexpected and sudden announcement had me accelerate the plans that I had prepared months ago, just for this occasion. Suddenly I was really glad that Skye was not at our base and that I had hours to spare and prepare everything before she came back.

I had all personnel evacuate the floor that I was currently hiding in. It was the floor that Skye and Simmons lived on and I knew that the moment my student came back from training she would head straight to that room. It was a habit of hers, after all, to go and change and catch up with her friend. So I had informed the older girl of what was going on and I was patiently waiting and watching the video feed, on my phone, from the camera in the corridor of her room.

I had to suppress a giggle when I saw her walking towards the said destination, my excitement almost getting the better of me.

It took a few minutes before I saw her coming back out of the room and probably heading to the floor's living room. My assumptions were soon verified when I heard her coming through the corner.

"Clint?" She asked and looked around bewildered. I could see the confusion on her face as she continued, "Anyone?" Her eyebrows were furrowed and she raised a hand to rub her forehead trying really hard to understand what was going on.

She was right underneath the vent that I was currently hiding in and I repositioned myself to be ready for action. My movement however caused the slightest squeaking sound and I immediately stopped dead in my tracks. Normally, one would not be able to detect the almost inaudible noise, but in a large room which was filled with silence I had no hopes that Skye would not peak up on it. I was the one to train her after all.

I saw her head snap in my direction and she stayed unmoving for a good few seconds, as she narrowed her eyed to the air duct. She eventually shook her head and started walking towards the sofas in the middle of the room. She was walking as if nothing was wrong, calling my name a handful of times as well.

"It's not like him to be late" she murmured and looked around.

Eventually she must have given up on trying to find me, because she moved further towards the edge of the room and she turned the TV on. Perfect, I thought. She is not going to see this coming, I mentally smirked and carefully and silently finished repositioning myself.

With no warning I jumped down from the pipe and raised the bow and arrow that I was holding, aiming it to the sofa's right, on the height were Skye's head should pop up from the cushions. The only problem was that Skye was nowhere to be found and only the television was playing in the background. Without letting my guard down, I scanned the room and began to slowly walk towards the controller, to turn the ABC Channel off. The moment my fingers let go of the bow string, I heard something being thrown my way and rolling on the ground, closing in. My eyes quickly darted towards the origin of the sound and my mind filled with only one word.

Shit…

I jumped behind the sofa, taking cover, just in time before the grenade explodes. I quickly head to the side and tip over a table, making a barrier between me and the younger woman.

"You alive there Clint?" I hear Skye yell from the other side of the room. The smile that must have been on her face was evident even in her voice.

"Well played Skye" I yelled over to her and resumed to whisper to myself, "Well played, indeed".

There was a pause from her part and I took the time to calm down and lower my heart rate. I closed my eyes, and focused as if on mission, taking in everything that was happening around me. The bow and two arrows ready on my hands, while a case with a dozen more ammo was strapped to my back. I was waiting for the right moment, until it came. "Did you expect Jemma to lie to me?" Skye asked.

I snapped my eyes open. I knew the direction where her voice was coming from, and that along with the volume of her voice gave me a pretty good indication as to where exactly in the room she was positioned. With it being second nature to me, I rose to my feet and threw the first arrow at her direction. I was satisfied to see her dodging just in time so that the arrow would not hit her chest. The second arrow was already pulled back as I stepped back towards the door. I knew she was about to unleash her darts in my direction so I let my arrow fly to her direction, knowing that she would not be hit, but buying myself enough time to exit the room.

I ran through the familiar corridors and heading to the director's office. More often than not I would have to take cover as Skye was closing in and she would fire some of her ammo in my direction. Soon I reached the large office that I wanted to and closed the door behind me, closing the window sills and not allowing my sister to know what was going on inside the room.

I might have not expected the particular outcome to come to fruition, but I had prepared for every possible scenario, including this one. I turned around, nodded at the director, and moved on to execute the second part of my plan.

Skye's POV

I had to admit that I was a little surprised when I returned from training only to have Jemma inform me that Clint had prepared a surprise for me in the living room. I had to give it to her though, she had stored some ammo, to help me start my game, under one of the sofas which is where I found the grenade that started the war.

Clint managed to escape my grip and I was chasing him around the floor, when he took a sharp turn left and I saw him disappear behind the pirate's door, closing any means that I could possibly have to look at what was happening in there. I would have been so grateful at the moment if Nick had put any kind of cameras in his office, but Mister Secretive had decided against it. So, since my hacking wouldn't get me any closer to the office, and I didn't have time to hack into the schematics of the building to find another way in, I decided to walk up the door.

"Director?" I asked when I closed in, my grip always firm on the gun in my hand, which I had recently reloaded just to be ready.

I was not expecting an answer, waiting for Clint to have gone in the room when the person in charge was absent, but I was completely wrong. "Come in" said the head of the organisation and I hesitantly twisted the door knob.

I slightly opened the door, my eyes scanning the room before I went in, and closed the door behind me so that my brother wouldn't have any way to escape.

"Is there something I can help you with, agent?" Nick Fury asked, rising his one good eyebrow in a questioning manner. He acted and spoke as if Clint hadn't just burst into his office and seemingly disappeared into thin air. He was a really good actor and I had to give it to him.

"Have you seen Clint around?" I asked but was not surprised when I received a head shake.

"Why would you think that?", he replied as he folded his hands at his chest.

"I was informed that he wanted to speak with me". The gun, though it still had my fingers tightly wrapped around it, was hanging by my side. "I've been trying to find him ever since and the only place where I had yet to check was here. So, I wandered if you knew his location" I lied swiftly, not even hesitating forming the words. I looked at him dead in the eye with an expression as serious as I could possible master. It was as if we had a mini staring contest, before he broke it by moving his gaze at his desk.

"Well…" he started and unfolded an arm to open one of his desk drawers. My eyes were glued on his moving hand as he resumed speaking "…I might or might not have an idea as to where he is"

I could feel the hairs on the back of my neck rise and my pupils grow larger when the pirate's hand came into view and he pointed his NERF at me.

"Shit" was my turn to whisper just as Clint had done moments ago. I turned to the door and opened it, but couldn't find any room to escape from the office. AC and Maria were blocking my exit, as both of them had their NERF guns pointed at my chest. I slowly backed away, to where I was standing before attempting my escape, and raised my hands in a surrendering manner. It was just a couple of seconds before Clint appeared behind the two agents at the door with a triumphant smile marking his face.

"How did you–?"

"The vents" he interrupted. Of course, I mentally cursed and kicked myself. "The gun" he steadily said, never loosening his hold of the bow and arrow. He waited for me to do as instructed before he continued, "Kick it over". His chin pointed at the item of interest.

"Oh, come on! Don't you think that that's a bit–"

"Kick. It. Over" he repeated, emphasising each word on purpose.

I couldn't do anything other than sighing. I pushed the damn gun at his direction with my foot. "Happy now?" I asked and folded my arms at my chest.

"Very" he didn't hesitate to reply and he let his arrow fly in my direction, hitting me straight in the forehead.

I lost my balance because of the force that the plastic arrow held, and was thrown backwards to the ground just as a storm of NERF darts came my way from all directions. This meant that even Fury was participating in my ordeal and I groaned, trying to think of what I did wrong to deserve it. Finally, finally, when the storm of darts stopped coming my way I unfolded my arms that were hugging my head in a protective manner until that moment.

I let out a groan and rolled on my back, not even daring to move. They may have been foam bullets, but they hurt nonetheless. I heard Clint coming closer and laughing at the same time. "You good there, Skye?", he mockingly asked.

"Peachy" I replied just as sarcastically.

This made a new set of laughter appear in the room and I felt Clint grabbing me from the armpits. "Come on. Up you go" he emphasised and used all his strength to push me upright. And by all his strength, I mean all of it. I was literally flown off the ground and was in the air with no support for a solid second before safely landing on my feet.

"Does someone want to tell me whose idea that was? Or even better, why this happened in the first place?" I asked and my eyes darted around the room. I saw that Jemma had also joined the party, standing straight by the door. I raised a questioning eyebrow at her but she just shook her head, while a true smile played on her lips.

My attention snapped at Fury when he started explaining. "This, agent, was of course Barton's idea" he had gotten up from his desk and had his hands behind his back.

"But still it doesn't explain–" I started but stopped short when something that the director said, not only now but when I just entered his office as well, finally clicked in. "Wait" I said, shaking my head. "Agent?" I asked, not true believing what was happening.

"Well… that would be the why this whole thing was organised" Fury walked a bit towards me. His right hand was extended to my direction, firmly holding a black case which I had a really good assumption as to what it was containing. "Welcome to S.H.I.E.L.D., agent Skye"

"I–" I started but was at loss of words as I stared at the silver badge with the eagle insignia on it. "I don't know what to say" I said looking around the room to the smiling faces of the others. "Thank you" I finally concluded, looking back at Fury.

"You have nothing to thank me for" he answered and placed his hand on my shoulder, giving me the slightest squeeze. "You worked really hard for this, you deserve it" he nodded and took a step back.

"Congratulation Kid" Clint was the next to speak and came rushing to my side and hugged me as if there was no tomorrow for us.

"Thanks Old Guy" I said as I return the hug. "You know that Nat is going to be pissed that she missed this right?" I laughed at his shoulder. "Is she still at the mission on Georgi Luchkov?" I asked and moved a bit back to fully register his answer, which was a nod. "How come and you didn't postpone it then? The little 'graduating ritual' I mean. I'm sure you wouldn't mind me not becoming an agent yet if it meant that Natasha would be here to see it"

The smile that was on Clint's face disappeared as he looked at Fury and then back at me, probably asking for permission from the director. "We have a mission" he said, getting straight to the point and not going around it. "We leave first thing in the morning"

"Where are we off to?" I asked curious.

"The Mojave Dessert" he said and handed me a file with the word 'classified' in capital and red letters at its cover.