His Detka

15. Let's Give 'Em Hell

Dear Jamie,
I miss you, daily. Some days, I miss you so much that my heart breaks all over again when I realize you aren't coming home to me. Or that you haven't been around in two years. I could go on and on about all the things that I think of that you've missed. None of which is your fault. You didn't choose to purposefully leave me.
If we had it our way, you'd still be around making fun of how much I eat, or telling me just how bossy I am, but always telling me that you love me. Making sure that I always knew. You'd make sure Jameson and our other children would know just how much you loved them also.
While I don't know if I'm fully ready for a relationship again, I think I'm getting there. I never thought there would be anyone after you, and yet, here I am.
I asked Erin and Linda for their blessing after church yesterday.
I was secretly hoping they would say no. The biggest surprise of them all was when Danny came in for a beer and then gave me his. It was most definitely unexpected and he had Erin, Linda, himself, and I all crying. He did say that if I got hurt by this guy, that he, our family, and all of the NYPD would come after him.
All of this, just because I miss you. I thought about you a lot today, and have recently now that I'm—

I had been trying to write Jamie another letter per my latest session with Dr. Raynor, but the words weren't flowing this time. This was possibly the third or fourth one that I have tried to write, but somehow I didn't feel they were good enough. How was I was supposed to tell my dead fiancé that I loved him endlessly, and that I always would but I was finally moving on? Was I worried about hurting his feelings?

Bucky and I were supposed to go on another "friend" date tomorrow, but Tony emailed us both for a new mission assignment that required us to leave this evening. Possible HYDRA agents were sighted outside of a little town called Bagley located in Minnesota. Accompanying Bucky and I on the mission, would be Papa and Tony.

Tony was funny. Since meeting me two and a half years ago, he's given me a variety of nicknames. My favorite is: Mini Barton; because while I am Coulson's biological daughter and do act like him from time to time, you can tell I was raised by Clint (and Natasha).

Papa said, "Let's get everything together for this mission." I walked with Papa to the weapons room to gather enough arrows for my bow, along with a quiver to hold them all. I divided the arrows up into sections since there were 'trick' arrows that Papa and I were given to shoot.

As we were gathering up our weapons, Bucky walked in and flashed me a sexy grin. Then Tony was shortly behind him saying "Mini Barton, you ready for this one?"

"Let's give 'em hell." I said with a smirk as Papa & I's catchphrase rolled off my tongue. Papa let out a short laugh while Tony smiled admirably. Bucky was slightly confused by the phrase but nevertheless, continued to gather his knives, along with his two favorite guns and the bullets to match.

It was about a two hour flight to Bagley, Minnesota. Upon arrival, I could see why HYDRA would pick this location. There weren't a whole lot of people that lived in this town. Population was under 1,000 people. We had to fly in under the shadow of the night so that they hopefully wouldn't see us coming.

We exited the quinjet after Papa brought us down safely. I exited the quinjet behind Tony but in front of Bucky. With the press of a button, Tony was clothed in his Iron Man suit. For the life of me, I couldn't understand why he wanted to be trapped in a suit of metal. What if something malfunctioned while he was in it and then was essentially trapped in it with no around to free him and he ends up dying in it?

We scoped out the surroundings. Tony's night vision lenses on/within his suit provided us all with a visual. I was almost half way up the tree before Papa started climbing up a tree about 30 yards away so that he could take out anyone that I missed. If anything happened and I ran out of bows, I had a gun on my left thigh holster and a set of knives on my right thigh holster at the ready.