"Please have a seat Miss Veronica." The shorter man states and I phase out of my body quickly, letting my body fall to the ground.
'That is gonna leave a mark.' I think before focusing in on the taller man, who was staring straight at my form. And not my body, which was picked up and placed on the couch by the other man.
"We mean you no harm." The shorter one tells me and I creep into my body, phasing back and opening my eyes to look at the men that sat down opposite me. "I am Agent Coulson, or Phil. I work for S.H.I.E.L.D., the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division."
"And I work for Stark, why do you need me?" I mumble, slouching in my seat, arms crossed over my chest. "I'm not special like Stark."
"Yes, you are. You just demonstrated that when you phased out of your body like that." Phil states and I stiffen, sitting up.
"Veronica." The taller man begins to talk. "I am Director Fury, from S.H.I.E.L.D. I am here to recruit you for something special."
"Special? I don't really do special."
"You are special. That's why I am asking you to come and work for S.H.I.E.L.D. Not only for your physical abilities, but because of your mental prowess." Fury claims and I frown at him.
"What would I do there?"
"You would be a specialist."
"Of?"
"You would be trained in an area of expertise, but we want to help you protect the world, like you did for the people in the bar earlier today at 5:27 P.M."
"How do you know I was there then? Have you been following me? How much do you know about me?" The room suddenly dropped in temperature and my breath came out in icy puffs. I pulled my sunglasses over my eyes to hide my eyes, which were now a pale white, unlike how they were five seconds ago, which was a brown hue.
"Veronica, I please ask that you relax and know that we are not here to hurt you or take you by force." Fury states calmly and I glance at him, putting my wrist up to my mouth and biting it, letting the pain trigger my brain. Letting it know that I was the threat, not them. "We could use you. You could save the world if it ever needs it, or even save the everyday civilians. We have many agents already doing such things like saving civilians around the world."
"You do?" I sit up put my hand down at my side. "Okay. I'll do it."
"Don't you want to know some more details?" Coulson questions and I shake my head.
"My life is nothing of importance to myself. I would like to be put to work where I can actually help people."
"A wise decision." Fury interjects before standing up.
I stand up also, removing my sunglasses from my eyes. "When would we leave?"
"Now. You can come back for anything you need later, but S.H.I.E.L.D. is fully prepared for you."
"Whoa, really? You guys should have found me sooner. Would have saved me the money." I joke and Fury actually cracks a smile. I think. Maybe it was just a twitch in his lips. He doesn't look like the type of person to smile. "Wait, so how are we going wherever we are going?"
"That is the simple part." Fury beckons me over to Stark's wall of windows that overlooked the city, but it was no obscured by the sight of a high tech jet.
"Oh my goodness! You have a quinjet! I didn't know you had these! You should have said that first!" I giggle before running out onto the balcony as the quinjet lowered enough so that we could climb on in the back of the jet.
I laughed as I spotted all of the military grade weaponry in compartments on the wall, and I strapped myself in on one of the seat, Coulson seating opposite me as Fury went to stand by the pilot, speaking in low voices. "How do you know about the quinjets?" Coulson questions me and I shrug.
"Stark doesn't keep some of his files hidden from me. And I got bored and hacked him from my apartment."
"You hacked Stark? He is usually the hacker."
"And how do you think he learned?" I grin smugly. "No, I am able to hack and he taught me more about it."
"Stark taught you how to hack? Some more? Where did you hack into?"
"Oh, mostly just some rivals companies that were trying to go up against Stark Industries." I freeze for a moment. "Oh gosh, I was supposed to babysit Jarvis and the building. Do I have to resign from Stark Industries?" I question and Coulson shakes his head.
"Stark will be more than willing to let you leave for an extended vacation. Also, if you have an personal connections, you might want to tell us now."
"Well, I have this guy named Jesse..."
"Isn't he an ex?"
"Oh gosh, I don't know. He wants to get together again though."
"That would not be wise at the moment. You will be undergoing tests and examinations, and you do not need the stress of a love life."
"Tell me about it. He was a cheater anyway." I mutter and unbuckle myself, climbing into the second pilot seat, beside the first pilot that was driving. Or flying. "How do you fly this?" I question him and he doesn't glance over at me. "Okay."
Fury looks over my shoulder and beckons towards the man. "This is Agent Barton. He will be your supervisor along with another one of our top agents."
"Agent Barton, huh. I guess that's a cool name." I state, looking out over the clouds we were flying through. "Do you have any cool nicknames I could call you by?"
"Hawkeye." He whispers and I smile. I watched his stern looking face, which looked so serious and yet relaxed at the same moment. His hair, which was a golden color, seemed to just teased into the position it was. I blushed, not knowing why I was suddenly thinking of this guy.
"Okay, it's nice to meet you, Hawkeye."
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Accuracy and Precision (Clint Barton/Hawkeye Love Story)
Aksiyon"What does it take to be really good at this?" I whisper, looking up at him as our hands touched. He coughed and looked at the weapon in our hands. "It doesn't take much. Just practice. That and some accuracy and precision." "Accuracy and precision...
