"You know, Coulson, when you said fishing in the ocean, I thought you'd be joking." I muttered as me and Clint flew the Quinjet over the Atlantic Ocean, searching for what Coulson had called, a super soldier. "Barton, I am not doubting you again when you said expect the unexpected."
"Told you." Clint murmured from his chair beside me, him being the one that was mainly controlling the ship, since he got to the seat first.
"Coulson, you got anything yet?" I called back and Coulson came up to the controls.
"Nothing. Yet. But Stark's recordings tell of the Valkyrie falling in the Atlantic Ocean near these coordinates."
"Stark? How would Stark know about it?"
"His father, Howard Stark, one of the first agents- well- founders of S.H.I.E.L.D. It was back during WWII, when one of the best soldiers- the one we are searching for- in the world, tried to stop Adolf Hitler (the Red Skull), HYDRA, and the Tessarect, and he dive bombed the ship he was on into the Atlantic Ocean."
"Oh. So, who was this soldier?"
"A super solider by the name of Steve Rogers."
"Super soldier? What do you mean?"
"He has increased strength, regeneration abilities, and he is a born captain."
"Dang, Hawk, first a god and now a super solider. They are making you look bad."
"Thanks?" He questioned and I giggled, checking the controls in my hands. "Do I have something to worry about?"
"Maybe." I blush and giggle innocently. "Okay, Coulson, these are the coordinates. Let's lower the baby sub in." I commented, clicking a few buttons as I lowered the deep sea device into the ocean, maneuvering it around until I got the hang of it.
"I wish you would stop calling it that." Coulson remarked.
"I invented it, so it's my baby. It's my little baby sub." I grinned over at Clint, who was just sighing and shaking his head. "Okay, so I see something- nope. Never mind, that's a shark. Ugh....." I frown as something much larger comes into the screen in my hands. "Okay, I think this is the plane you were talking about." I show Clint and Coulson the screen. "I'll get baby sub in there to look around." I move the controls as sea life passes by the sub, shying away from the light. It entered the ship and I maneuvered around loading docks and what seemed to be atomic bomb casings. I frowned before continuing, making it to the bridge of the ship. I swivel the light until I see that everything was in-cased in ice. I go towards the ice. "Coulson, come look at this..." I whisper as I see something in-cased in ice. "There is a man in ice down there. Is it him?" Coulson looked at the screen and almost had a heart attack.
"Dig out the ice around him and get that ice block up to this ship."
"Yes, sir." I mutter before letting the baby sub dig at the block surrounding the man. "Extracting now."
When the baby sub finally reaches the surface of the ocean, Clint hovers the Quinjet closer to it, allowing the claw to grab the baby sub and pull her in. The agents go down into the sub level of the big Quinjet along with Coulson, as Clint keeps the Quinjet hovering. He then swivels his chair around to look at me, and I him. He leans forward and gives me a kiss, his thumb brushing across my cheek before he pulls away, leaning back, his eyes trained on the same necklace he had given me back when we first got together. It was hanging above my rib cage, against the skin since I didn't have the bodysuit all the way zipped. "You still have it." He remarks and I glance down at it, reaching out to touch it.
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Accuracy and Precision (Clint Barton/Hawkeye Love Story)
Action"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...
