Doctor Stark (C. Barton)

Chapter Three

About a week had passed before Clint and Mercedes were able to talk to each other. Mercedes had been rather busy the entire week, since some of the newer agents had gotten hurt on a mission and needed her attention. Mercedes and Clint did message each other a few times though, since Clint wanted to get to know her a bit; hoping to get ideas for a date. At the beginning of the next week, Clint had to go to her office to have his stitches removed, and he planned to make that the day he asked her on a date.

"You'll have to wear the cast for another week until you're completely healed, but your wrist is looking better." Mercedes told an agent, as she wrapped a new cast on the agent's wrist.

"Thank you, Doctor Stark." The agent replied, before getting up and opening the door to leave.

While the agent left the room, Clint walked into the room. He closed the door behind himself, and slipped his pants off, throwing them over a chair near the medical bed. When he sat down, Mercedes turned around towards him with a smile. She grabbed the small scissors and tweezers to pull out the stitches, hoping the sensation wouldn't cause Clint to throw up on her, since many people had reported feeling like they wanted to puke because of the sensation of getting their stitches removed. It wasn't uncommon, but she also wasn't a fan of throw up either.

"You've been easy on your stitches this week. I can tell from the way your wounds have healed. If you hadn't been careful, you wouldn't be getting your stitches out right now." Mercedes commented, and Clint chuckled.

"I listened to you, Mercedes. I figured you wouldn't want to stitch me up again because I was reckless." He replied, making her smile.

"You're not reckless; just passionate about your job." She answered, causing him to smile as well.

Once the stitches were out of him, Mercedes began to clean up her work area, as Clint slipped his pants back on. As soon as he was decent, he cleared his throat softly to get Mercedes' attention. Mercedes turned towards the man with a smile on her face.

"So, I know we've only been talking for like a week, but I was wondering if you--you know, maybe, want to go on a date with me?" He asked, stumbling over his words slightly.

"What do you have in mind?" She asked, causing him to smile.

"I was thinking either coffee, lunch, or dinner." He replied, and she nodded.

"I like that idea," She murmured,"I would definitely like to go on a date with you, Agent Barton." She said, smiling at the man.

"I will text you the details, Doctor Stark," He answered, walking to the door,"Oh!" He exclaimed, turning towards her once again,"Nat doesn't know anything about this, and I haven't told anyone else either. I was thinking we could keep this between us, since I know people can be a bit judgemental of relationships." He commented, and she nodded.

"I can keep a secret, don't worry." She replied, smiling at him to tell him she wasn't upset that their relationship would be a secret, if they ended up in a relationship.

Since Mercedes was such a good doctor, and was needed quite often in S.H.I.E.L.D, she had to get an apartment near the base. Her father paid for the apartment each month, meaning he had paid for the biggest apartment he could get her to choose. He didn't know why she chose an apartment when she could get a big, luxurious house if she wanted it, but he wanted her to be happy, so he never commented on her decision to get an apartment.

Mercedes hadn't been on a date in a long time. Her last date was when she was sixteen, and the guy wasn't exactly amazing. She was almost sure he wanted to get to know her just to get to her father, but obviously that didn't happen. Matter of fact, the date was so horrible, Mercedes had texted her father while at the date. In the end, Tony ended up showing up, picking up his daughter, and telling the guy to never show his face in front of of or his daughter ever again.

"At times like this, I wish I had Pepper living with me." Mercedes murmured to herself, throwing herself down on to her couch.

Her dog, Moxley, walked over to her and laid his head on her lap when he climbed on to the couch. Mercedes smiled down at the dog her father had gifted her the moment she had moved away from home. He knew she could take care of herself, but he wanted to make sure she was really safe. Moxley was a baby german shepherd when she got it, and when she was at work, Moxley would go to classes to learn to be a guard dog. After a year, he had completed his classes, including being trained to call Tony, Fury, or Natasha when Mercedes was in trouble.

"How was your day, Mox?" Mercedes cooed, as she ran her fingers over her dog's furry head.

Mercedes often came straight home from work to bring Moxley out for a walk or to the dog park. Most of the time she saved the dog park for weekends, but sometimes she treated him to the park early. Moxley was Mercedes best friend, maybe even more than Natasha. It was weird to some, but even Natasha understood. Natasha loved Moxley as well, and would come to walk Moxley when Mercedes was busy or when she had free time on her hands.

"Youll help me pick out an outfit for my date, won't you?" Mercedes asked, as she kissed Moxley's head.

Moxley barked, as if he was agreeing to being helpful, and Mercedes laughed. She was excited for the date, but also nervous. She wasn't sure what to expect, but she knew he had to be a nice guy. If Natasha was his friend, he couldn't be too terrible. Mercedes hoped for the best though, since she believed she was getting older and eventually would need herself a man to love for the rest of her life...

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A/N: I hope you guys liked this chapter. A picture of what Moxley looks like is in the media.

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