Fighting Next To You ~ A Clintasha FanFiction

Part Eighteen

                  

When we land, Director Fury stands by the entrance to greet us. "Romanoff, Barton, well done. You have successfully infiltrated A.I.M. and allowed us to put an end to these awful experimentations. Sparks, come with me." He praises us before taking Avana Sparks away, probably to a medic. Speaking of medics...

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"I got the all clear!" Clint sounds happy as he walks out of the The Post-mission Medical and Health Examination Room.

"You guys need to go to The Mission Report sector, immediately." A Level Seven agent instructs Clint and me. We nod and head over to the other building.

"What're we going to do now?" Clint asks me, the cool air rushing through my hair.

"We continue saving the world." I laugh.

"Seriously Tasha, what do we do about us." Clint whispers.

I gulp. "We keep going with that too." I smile.

"We can't tell anyone." Clint whispers once more.

"I know. I'm good at keeping secrets."

Once we are in the building, we are led to a small interview room. Clint and I sit at the metal table on shitty plastic chairs. Eventually, Director Fury enters, ready for the mission report. "Mission report." He prompts, sitting down at the table and pressing record on the recording device.

"Mission report 102, Agent Barton and Agent Romanoff..." We both start together.

"You spoke of Phosgene gas. How did you know what to do?" Fury sounds curious.

Clint leans back in his chair and stretches. "Grade Nine Chemistry." Clint yawns, showing off.

Fury laughs. "And remember, I want both of you in tomorrow for the meeting with the council, until then I need you to stay here. I've had a room prepared for you both." Fury says standing up. "And well done." He smiles, leaving the room quickly.

Clint and I head over to our allocated rooms, both of us exhausted and starving. "Fancy dinner?" Clint asks me.

I shake my head. "I was just going to grab sandwich and watch TV. I'm worn out." I tell Clint, who struggles to hide his disappointment.

"Okay. See you in the morning." Clint pushes his door open.

"Clint, wait," I call him back.

"What?" He questions. I peer down the corridor, I can't see anyone. Quickly, I kiss him on the cheek, making him blush quite significantly.

"Night Clint." I smile, walking into my own room and shutting the door quietly.