lost (Hawkeye)

Chapter 49

Percy:

"Wake up," a voice snapped me out of my sleep. Tired, I opened my eyes a crack only to open them completely. Clint was a few inches from my face and looking at me. I jerked back and promptly fell out of bed. "Wow, great landing. I'd give you ten points for that." I stuck my tongue out at him and tried to unwrap myself from my covers. It had closed around me like a cocoon and I couldn't get out. Clint was watching all this with amusement. "How about you help me and don't stand around?" He grinned slightly but then came to help me out of the arms of my blanket. I stood up and was about to go into the bathroom to change when Clint grabbed me by the arm. My skin tingled slightly where he touched me. "How about a thank you?" I rolled my eyes. "Thank you, O Knight in shining amour, for rescuing me from the jaws of my blanket." He grinned with satisfaction. "There you go." I just sighed and went into the bathroom. A warm shower later, I was standing in front of him in a pair of blue jeans and a white cotton shirt. "What time is it anyway?" He looked at his watch. "Three-twenty we have to be at Fury's by four. Have you packed your things?" Oh, I knew I'd forgotten something... "Uh, almost done." I grabbed a carry along backpack and threw clothes into it randomly. "You haven't even started yet?!"Clint shouted unbeieving. I shook my head and went to the bathroom to grab the essentials from there. I left my horns here along with a couple of daggers. "I'm done." I called out five minutes later. He just shook his head and took my bag from me.

At S.H.I.E.L.D. HQ:

"You're late." Was all Fury said. I think it's wonderful to see you too....A glance at the clock told me we were only five minutes late.Fury handed me a file. 'You'll be watching someone called John Carter. He's the man with the brown eyes and black hair. Here are some earpieces for you." He handed us small plugs for our ears. "During the mission there will always be at least one Avenger online checking everything." we nodded."Good luck then."I had actually expected us to leave immediately, however I was pulled into a room by Clint. On the door it said 'tslimu mrau'. I squinted and read it again. 'Umstile room.' I raised my eyebrows. "Er Clint, is this the right room?" He nodded and entered. Immediately I was led to a seat by two assistants in white coats.My nails were painted red and cut, my hair twisted into soft waves.Strawberry coloured lips and mascara, then my make-up was complete. I looked in one of the giant mirrors and gazed at myself in amazement. It looked pretty good.Now came the second part. We were brought a red dress that was tight on the upper part of the body and airy on the legs. In any case, you couldn't fight in it. I got high-heels with heels of 10 cm. You could probably stab others with them. A delicate gold plate was hung around my neck and earrings with maybe rubies were put in my ears. Again I looked at myself in the mirror. Everything was perfect, I looked really elegant, can't believe I  would ever use a word as elegant to describe myself... A woman brought me a bulbous suitcase. "Where is my backpack?" "You won't need your backpack Miss. Everything you need is in there." I shook my head. I needed my nectar and ambrosia. But then I guess the one from Tyson's watch would have to do. I grabbed my wrist, only to meet bare skin. It had been taken from me. "Where's my watch?" I inquired sharply. "Your watch doesn't match your outfit, but there is another one in your case." So I had to get along without a shield, too. It wasn't riptide I was worried about. My sword would always find a way to me.

It was 5:10 when I was released. As if ordered and not picked up, I stood in front of the plane.From a distance I saw two people coming towards me. On closer inspection one turned out to be Fury and the other Clint. My partner was also dressed up. He was wearing a dark blue suit and a gold tie. His brown hair was gelled to one side and I had to fight the urge to brush a strand out of his face.Fury cleared his throat and I blushed slightly. I quickly looked to him and could only hope Clint didn't notice my flushed cheeks.
"Do you have your file?" I lifted the thick folder in my arms in confirmation. "Your coms?" I nodded and pushed my hair a little to the side to prove it. "Good luck then." My suitcase was taken from me and I walked into the huge plane with Clint. I had burned a huge hamburger for Zeus the night before and could only hope he liked steak enough to let us arrive in one piece. Nervously, I looked around. The plane was huge. There were only two beige seats to be seen. I sat down on one of them and looked out the window. "Can I get you something to drink?" A stewardess asked me politely. "I would like a water, please." Shortly after that she handed me my water, which I drank in a few draughts. I looked at my watch. We were leaving in five minutes. Nervously, I slid my feet back and forth. "Afraid of flying?" Clint snapped me out of my thoughts. I just nodded dumbly and looked at my files. "What will our mission be?" I asked my neighbour.