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•Clark•
"Claire, It's been two hours, i'm not telling you anything unless you tell me something about you first." I stated as I focused on the road ahead.
Claire's eyes were still burning through my skull and it's even more uncomfortable than it sounds. We still had a while to go before we reached D.C. but if it's gonna be like this the entire time I think i'll just make her walk the rest of the way and meet me there.
"Fine, you win." She said, giving in. I smirked victoriously. "What would you like to know?"
"Hmm..." I thought hard. What don't I know about her that only she can tell me? There are still a few things i'm trying to figure out about her but these are things she doesn't even know. "Tell me about your sleepover with Keira Levine." I said finally.
Claire scoffed, "That's classified and it was two years ago! You really expect me to remember that? Especially when I was too worried about suffering from blood loss to even worry about that?"
"Ah! So you do remember something." She rolled her eyes, quite loudly if I might add.
"Alright, fine," She looked up at the ceiling of the van in thought. "I was pissed at mom and dad for some reason.. or maybe I was bored- I don't remember, but I snuck out to have a sleepover with Kiera. It wasn't completely terrible but i'm pretty sure she painted my nails with glitter. So yeah, that counts as something, now tell me something about yourself." She bargained, I sighed.
"Uh, ok. While you all were on that mission I spent my days on a farm." From the corner of my eye I saw Claire perk up at this.
"A farm?" I could feel her curiosity radiating from where she sat but I couldn't tell her one of the top ten Barton secrets just yet.
"Yes, a farm. Well that was great, you wanna play I Spy?..." For a minute I kept a straight face but once I realized my own joke I busted out laughing. "You get it right? Spy? Our parents are spies. You were a spy..." Claire's blank face and annoyed glare made it very clear that she did not care. "Whatever, I'm hilarious."
"Clark, seriously. Tell me more."
"Well if you must know...there was a woof-woof here and a woof-woof there...here woof...there woof...everywhere a woof-woof. Old McDonald had a farm e-I-e-I- ow!" Now had Claire hit me in the face any harder, I might've lost consciousness and swerved off the road. "So I take it that isn't your most favorite song?"
"What were you doing on a farm? Is it a safe house or something? Who else is- ?" I cut her off.
"Okay, okay! That's enough...Yes it is a safe house, and I was there because I was hiding and I kinda still am." I explained looking ahead at the road.
"Hiding from...?" So nosy.
"Nope! Its your turn." She growled lowly before looking away in thought once more.
"Okay...uh, oh! It was my dream to get kicked out of SHIELD." I nodded at that.
"SHIELD was never for kids so I get that." I agreed but it took another nudge from Claire to get me talking again.
"Okay fine, I was hiding from mom and dad because I'm supposed to be in college." I grimaced at Claire's gaping reaction.
"You dropped out of college...and you didn't say anything to them?! They're spies Clark! They probably already know." I shook my head at that.
"They don't pay enough attention to have figured it out. And as for not telling them...They're freakin' assassins who never had a formal education do you realize the amount of shit I'd get?" I questioned, I shook my head. "Your turn."
"I gave my real number to one of the people I met on the mission and after I left SHIELD we talked nonstop... we actually talk kinda less since I told him my real name but he took it well." She admitted and I nodded along with it.
"I don't know what else to say, ask me a question." I told her and she thought for a second before asking.
"Why did you drop out of college anyway?" I sighed at this.
"Everyone there was so normal. It was normal and it was boring. SHIELD offered to enroll me in logistics at the academy but mom and dad weren't having that. So instead I was forced to endure 24/7 hour torture with people who just didn't get it, y'know?" Claire nodded slowly.
"I was a little girl working with agents twice my age, I have an idea of what you mean."
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We didn't speak much for the rest of the drive and when we finally got to our destination- well let's just say Claire could barely keep still. She was practically wiggling in her seat waiting for me to tell her the plan.
"Just calm down, the mission is really simple. It's a grab and go. Grab what we need and get out so we can go get our sister." Claire nodded eagerly.
"Yeah, yeah, okay what am I grabbing?" She asked with eyes full of fire and determination. I sighed, overeagerness was never a good thing when it came to missions. That was something Mom taught me. It's something Claire should already know but I think I'll have to remind her anyway.
"It's a book- a journal that someone forgot about and for the people who remember it well they aren't dumb enough to break into an embassy to retrieve it. You have a twenty second window to get over the fence and find camera blindspot all while avoiding the next round of guards." Now that I'm hearing myself say it out loud I realize this is a pretty tricky mission for someone who took a two year vacation.
"So I'm going to go out on a limb and say you've never put together an op as complex as this one so I'm going to tell you what plan B is." I sighed but nodded, "I've broken into an embassy on foreign soil before so it'll be like old times. it's almost noon so there'll be another tour soon, I'm going to change my clothes in the back of the van and you're going to forge me a visitors pass so I can slip through security and find your little journal. Better?"
"Much better." I agreed. I held the curtain open for Claire as she unbuckled her seatbelt and climbed back there. She gasped upon seeing the rest of the van.
"It's so cool back here!" She exclaimed.
"Yeah I know, hand me my laptop." I said and a minute later I began working on a pass to get Claire in.
