Marvel One-Shots (Male reader)

Brothers - Clint Barton PT. 2

While you were sitting on the Bus waiting to find out where the mission was going to be, Agent Coulson came to your temporary room.

"Agent Barton, you don't seem to be in the right headspace today. What's going on?" You flipped your phone back onto the bed and stood up to talk to him.

"Hey Coulson. It's just, I was told there's a high chance we might get killed on this one." Coulson nodded and shrugged.

"There's a chance we get killed in every mission but you still go through with them. What's different about the last few times?"

"I just now realized how much everyone needs me. I can't leave Clint and the Avengers with four kids under the age of 16. I think after this one I might retire to desk work." You nodded, agreeing with yourself. Coulson smiled knowing you would never be able to live without the adrenaline rush of being in combat. That's why you joined S.H.I.E.L.D in the first place after coming back from Afghanistan after being shot. You turned around and examined your room once before turning back around.

"You are right. Clint and your family needs you. I don't think you'll settle just for desk work though." You shrugged and chuckled. "We'll be in Russia in two hours. Get some rest so your ready. We have to go as soon as we land." You nodded and he turned around and walked out of your room. You jumped backwards onto the bed and laid there for fifteen minutes before falling asleep.

When you woke up, you looked out the window and could see the airstrip on the horizon. With the speed and altitude you were at, you figured you probably had about five minutes before go-time. You slid the makeshift door to your room shut and took off your shirt. You changed into a white wife beater. You shrugged on your S.H.I.E.L.D issued vest and looked yourself over in the mirror. You were already wearing your heavy cargo pants, so you slid your gun into the side holster. You felt the plane jolt as the wheels touched down onto the runway. You slid the door open and walked into the main area of the lounge to be debriefed.

"Ok, Agent Ward and Barton are going to be our vantage point from up above. Skye and May will take the ground with me. Fitz and Simmons will be on the Bus guiding us with the comms. Everyone clear on the plan?" Skye raised her hand and Coulson nodded at her.

"Why are they going above? Don't we need everyone we can get on the ground?" She looked at me and I shook my head.

"I see better from above ma'am. It helps me see where everyone is at all times. I wouldn't be good on the ground either. I can't hear very well." You pulled out your hearing aids and everyone except for Coulson looked shocked as you put them back in. "89 in my left ear and 76 in my right.Car accident when I was younger. But my eyesight is better than 20/20. And my accuracy is insane." You said as you smirked. Coulson also smirked and looked around.

"Any more questions?" Skye raised her hand again and Coulson sighed.

"He's hot," she said pointing to you. You blushed and smiled running a hand through your hair.

"Thank you ma'am." She blushed and giggled as Ward glared at you. You focused your attention back to the plan set up on the table in the center of you all. You made mental notes of everything that looked important, which wasn't much. Everyone nodded and went their separate ways to fulfill their part in the mission.

The Bus ramp lowered and you and Agent Ward walked down, and walked to a van that had the S.H.I.E.L.D logo on the side. You got in the driver side and started the car as Ward got in the passenger side. You drove to the drop-off point and shut off the van. You both checked to make sure you had everything you needed and climbed out of the vehicle. You opened the back of the van and grabbed your sniper and slung it over your shoulder. You climbed the peak of the hill overlooking the supposed coordinates of the base you were scouting out. When you got to the top, you stood tall, trying to get a layout of the surrounding area. Any entrances and exits to the base and anywhere an ambush could be planned.