"Love is for children...I owe him a debt...Agent Barton was sent to kill me....he made a different call."
When Agent Barton, one of SHIELD's best is sent to kill the infamous Black Widow, no one knew that both their lives would take an unpredicted t...
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"I don't get why I have to wake up early every day, but everyone has an extra hour and a half to sleep in," I complain, staring at a history textbook. "I have come here really during all my spare time. I have almost no time to myself. Everyone else does." I push the textbook across the table.
"That is because everyone else has gone through school. Have gone through the academy. The other guys also aren't minors like you are. The other guys can hit a moving target from miles away and they can't do it with a weapon from the stone age. You aren't like everyone else. You are much better." Coulson says, frustration entering his tone.
"Well, it doesn't feel like it right now," I mumble, putting my head on the table.
"That is because right now, they see you as the little guy. But when you become the youngest specialist agent, we have ever recruited they will see so much more. But to get there you need to get serious with your studying and training so you can prove these guys wrong. That means listening to other agents, your instructors, and me."
"I just don't see the point studying all the history of America or what the capital building in Australia is called. Or who discovered the new world." I argued, fiddling the edge of the textbook.
"No, you're right. You won't be asked these questions on missions, but they help you with the background information of the countries you're sent to for missions. Knowing who allied with who and who had a war with who. As for your training, I saw one of the boys wipe the mat with you. You might be able to shoot from extremely far distances, but you never know when you're gonna be backed into a corner. So, don't be so cocky."
"I feel like a high-school student though."
"Clint if you don't pass your GED, then you won't be able to become an agent."
"Maybe me becoming an agent wasn't meant to be."
Coulson stood up from his desk and walked over to me. "NEVER SAY THAT YOU BECOMING AN AGENT WASN'T MEANT TO BE! If it wasn't meant to be, I put my job on the line to help you come here because I saw potential in you. If it wasn't meant to be, I would have shot you then and there in Budapest. But I didn't. I saw a kid with a brain, who was smart who could make one hell of an agent. If you still think you becoming an agent wasn't meant to be, you can pack your bags and I will see to it that your ass is on the first quinjet out of here."
I quickly grabbed my history textbook and began reading. Keeping quiet until Coulson said it was fine for me to go to training.
I liked the training. It allowed me to relax and what happened this morning I really needed it. I got changed and headed to the training room. Everyone was talking in groups. I got along with most people. A few people rubbed me up the wrong way and may have told them off, causing them to keep attacking me. But I never say anything. Know the consequences of telling on people and I would love that it never happened again.
The room fell silent when our instructor Agent Columbo walked into the room. "Ok everyone, today we will be working on our long-distance attack skills, so yes we will be in the shooting range today."
