The fire

Flying?

"Clint!?" I stood in the almost empty basement confused at where Robin hood was now. He had informed me to meet him at shield headquarters for training. And now I was here, in the basement, where the good looking intern had sent me.
And it was empty, I better not of left my nice warm bed (or should I say nice warm Steve) to be stood up.

"Clint!" I called again cupping my hands around my mouth.

No answer. Right where ever he's hiding he's ignoring me.

This time I threw a fireball at the nearest oil bottle. The whole thing erupted with an enormous bang. Sending sparks shooting everywhere.
As if out of nowhere a black quinjet. appeared, Hawkeye came sprinting out the back.

"Jesus Em! I was setting up the plane. You didn't have to try and blow the place up!"

I shrugged, waving the dying flames into thin air. "So we flying today then?"

He nodded signalling for me to follow him.
"After your disastrous attempt at smoothly flying the jet during the last HYDRA raid. Your boyfriend has asked me to train you up."

I rolled my eyes. "He's not my boyfriend."

"And I can't use a bow." He retorted quickly.

"Well at least I'm not hiding a secret wife from everyone." Clint stopped. "I heard you on the phone yesterday." He spun around to face me. I pressed the close button on the jet's doors.

"Don't tell-" The panic was evident on his face.

"I haven't and won't say anything. I mean if anyone knew she'd be in danger right?"

His shoulders loosened. "Yeah."

I continued talking. "Well it does explain a lot, before that I thought you were just shit at pulling."

Clint frowned. "Is that what everyone thinks?"

I nodded securing the seatbelt "Yup and i'm pretty sure Tony thinks you bat for the other side."

He groaned. "Brilliant."

"So Clinty which button starts this thing."

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"Brake.......Brake.......BRAKEEEE!"

I quickly yanked the lever thing on my left and the whole plane jolted to a stop, the wall 2cm away. The sound of metal scraping against concrete was screeching over the engines.

"Nope, you're never flying again." Clint said shaking his head and turning the engines off. I unfastened my seatbelt and shutdown the controls.

"I wasn't that bad." I said rolling my eyes.

He just gave me blank look. "You hit a hot air ballon."

I shrugged. "The people were fine."

He looked at me again, "I had to parachute them to the ground!"

"Exactly they were fine." I called exiting the plane.

"That's not the point!" The poor fellow seemed shaken by my piloting skills.

"Whatever, I made a mistake but everyone survived so life goes on, ay."

I pulled my hair out the ponytail it was in and slung my Shield Lanyard back around my neck. Clint grabbed his and shoved it in his pocket as we both made our way to the lockers. Where I pulled out my knife, waterproof and car keys.

Jingling the keys I turned to Barton. "Need a ride back?"

He paled and shook his head. "I think I'll take the bus thanks."