Mine Would Be Him (Clint Barton x reader x Everett Ross)

Chapter 4

The fight was quickly forgotten as you were swept into a whirlwind of "first day at work" tasks. Pictures were taken, badges were made, pass codes and security clearances handed out, and guns assigned. The only thing left was meeting the agent who you would be answering to directly.

"I wonder if he's someone we've heard of before. Some big time guy," Everett pondered aloud.

"Might be a she," you responded.

"Might be a hot she," Clint added.

You gave him a look that said, "Really?"

He laughed and shrugged his shoulders. "I think I'd kind of like taking orders from a hot older woman."

"That takes my mind places it never wanted to go, Hawk," you replied.

"You're welcome for that mental image, baby."

"If you're quite done now we'll get started."

In the doorway stood a man, probably in his forties, African-American, wearing an all black outfit, the highlight of which was a long coat that you were pretty sure whipped behind him dramatically when he walked. He had a formidable presence that made you glad you weren't playing for the opposing team. In other words, he was a grade A, one hundred percent, down to the bone badass.

"I'm Agent Nick Fury," he said, entering the room. As you watched him, your first thought was, "Score, totally nailed it on the coat theory."

"And you're Agent Y/n," he said, throwing a file onto the table and staring straight at you. At this point, you were positive the man could see directly into people's souls...and possibly reach in and rip them out with his bare hands if he wanted to.

"Agent Clint Barton," a second file joined the first. "And Agent Everett Ross," file number three joined its friends.

"You're my responsibility, so don't screw shit up."

"We'll be working directly with you, sir?" you heard Clint ask beside you.

"Hell no," Fury answered. "I don't have time to babysit. You'll answer to somebody else who will answer to me. Coulson, get in here!"

You wanted to turn and give Clint that "I told you so" look. You wanted to rub his face in the fact that you were right and he was wrong. But you also liked living and you weren't sure Fury would tolerate any sort of interruption, no matter how small.

Coulson entered the room, still wearing the same smile as earlier. How the hell he could seem so relaxed standing in his boss's presence was a mystery to you.

"They're yours," Fury said. "Now get to work." And just like that, he was gone.

After a few moments of silence you asked, "Is he always like that?"

"No, some days he can be downright scary. He's in a good mood today."

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"Welcome to our own personal Command Center," Coulson said as he held open the glass door to what looked to be nothing more than a vacated office. "I know it's not much, but if we prove ourselves then we can move up and play with the big boys."

"It won't be a problem," Clint said.

Everett had been almost painfully quiet since your meeting with Fury. You didn't know whether he was in awe or scared shitless. You made a mental note to ask him later in private.

Clint, on the other hand, seemed totally unaffected. Of course, he wasn't the type to be intimidated, and Fury was just the sort of man that would command the archer's respect with ease.