A Few Months Later
"You mean to tell me, that you almost compromised this whole entire mission because you two like each other?" Fury calls out and I grimace, hiding my head in my hands as I think back to the night before, where Hawkeye and I had been on a mission to assassinate a very rich and very bad dude.
I was wearing a long black gala dress that swept the floor, the back of it cut out as the front took a dive, stopping right above the edge of my bra. The heels I had to wear were driving me crazy, along with the clutch I had to hold at all times. The only thing that gave me security was that I had a gun and holster on my thigh, ready to fire at a moments notice.
The other thing that kept my heartbeat at a steady rate was knowing that Hawkeye was going with me. Well, that sped up my heartbeat, but in the good kind of way. Hawkeye was dressed in a black tux with a black tie, which I helped him fix as we waited to be dropped off at the gala. "There, you're perfect." I grin and Hawkeye just shakes his head.
"I should be saying that to you."
"Focus, Hawk. We are on a mission."
"I know." The car stops and Hawkeye gets out, offering a hand out for me to take, in which I do before our 'chauffeur' closes the door and drives away. "Okay, our target is Christopher Fandall."
"Fandall? That's an interesting name."
"It's a rich one. Now, he is the one hosting the party, so he should be the one everyone is gravitating towards." Hawkeye looks around before spotting a balcony above us that overlooks the party. "I'm going to go and get a better view. Take recon from down here."
"Yes, sir." I whisper before he disappears in the crowd, me trying to mingle into I accidentally bump into a taller man, a little older than me with black hair and blue eyes. "Oh, excuse me." I mumble and duck my head, but he reaches out and grabs my chin, turning my face up to look at him.
"I don't seem to recall your name..." He says with a quiet voice, even though the room around us was loud and bustling with people.
"My name is Cassandra Honore." I give him a small grin. "I'm a reporter for the newspaper. Could we go somewhere private to talk?"
He looks at my face some more before gesturing towards a hall that split from the main ballroom. "Right this way, Miss Honore." He speaks before leading me off.
"Hawk, east hallway." I hastily whisper into the comm mic before looking back up at the host of this party, Mr. Fandall. He leads me into what seems like his office, closing the door with a soft click before sitting at his desk.
"So, Miss Honore, how did you know about this little party of mine?"
"I got told to by my boss to interview the greatest man in Manhattan. I just had to get an invitation."
"Most people would say that Tony Stark is the greatest man in Manhattan, not I, wouldn't you agree?"
"Oh no, you have done far more... substantial things in your lifetime..." I reach forward and touch his hand, before smiling and phasing into his body, mine sitting down in the chair as I begin to access is mind, finding the codes for the computer and the files he had on S.H.I.E.L.D. weaponry that he was going to sell to the highest bidder. I went over to my body and grabbed the flashdrive out of my clutch, sticking it into the computer to transfer the files before deleting their existence from the computer and computer system. I wipe it completely clean before replacing the drive into my purse.
The door opens and Hawkeye enters. "Took you long enough." I grumble, erasing every file on the computer as he glanced at me, and then my body. "Yeah, yeah. We got to get this over with though. Tie me to the chair please." I whisper before sitting down in it, letting Hawkeye tie me tightly to the chair before I phase out, back into my body, where I grab my gun and aim it at the host's head.
"Wait." Hawkeye catches my wrist and I quickly look at him. "Do you really want to do this?"
"What do you mean? This is our mission."
"I know, but do you want this to be your first assassination. Or do you want me to do it?"
"I can do it..." I mumble. "Why do you ask?"
"I-" He pauses. "I care for you. I don't want you doing something that you will regret for the rest of your life when I know I could've changed it. Just like what I am about to tell you so I don't regret not telling you. I like you. I really do. And not just as a friend."
"Hawk..."
"Just, don't regret this mission..."
"Guards!" Fandall cries out and I bonk myself in the head as I hear footsteps coming down the hall. "Guards! Intruders!" The door is slammed open as I pull the trigger, the bullet burying itself in Fandall's head, right between his eyes. The guards try to grab me and Hawkeye, but we quickly jump out of the window and run over to the quinjet that was waiting in the backyard of the mansion, disguised with the same cloaking devices as the helicarrier.
"Are you even listening to me?" Fury questions and my mind pops back into the present. "You could've jeopardized this whole mission!"
"Director Fury, we fulfilled the mission and retrieved the data." I mumble, not mentioning the jeopardizing part.
"Yes, but you almost didn't because you two decided to like each other."
"Director, you have an incoming call from Stark." Hill states from her station and I quickly leave the bridge, heading to my room on the carrier.
I find Hawkeye at my door, waiting for me. "Hey." I whisper before allowing him inside, sitting on the edge of my bed as he paced around. "Look, I'm sorry if Fury yelled at you-"
"I should be sorry. But I'm not. I needed to tell you that before it was too late and I regretted it. But, I really like you, Veronica Summers."
"Clint..." He smiles, me finally using his real name. "I- since when."
"Since I first met you and learned how fascinated you are by everything. How your face lights up by the thought of some new technology or weapon. How you always love a challenge, or competition."
"I like you too." I grin as he smiles again, before reaching into his pocket and grabbing out a necklace that was shaped like a target, an arrow flying past it. "What's this?"
"Just something that I saw and thought of you, do you mind?" He questions and I shake my head, standing up and moving my hair out of his way as he clasps the clasp. I turned around and glanced down at it, it sitting comfortably in the middle of my chest. "Perfect."
"Wait, so does this mean that we are dating?" I question him and he shrugs. "Oh my god, I'm dating Hawkeye. The Hawkeye. Clint Barton."
"And I'm dating a ghost." He smirks and I smack him on the shoulder. "Come on, that's your code-name."
"Yeah, yeah. Very funny. Dating a ghost."
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Accuracy and Precision (Clint Barton/Hawkeye Love Story)
Azione"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...
