"We're about forty minutes out from home base." I tell Coulson as I glance at the radar and the coordinates we were at. Coulson placed his headphones down and walked back to talk to our guest that we had picked up in the morning so he could have another meeting with Fury.
I smirked slightly as I flew the Quinjet towards the Helicarrier, knowing how Coulson had stayed up all night trying to figure out the logistics of how the meeting of the Avenger's Initiative would first meet. It was kind of funny watching him, since it looked like he had been planning a wedding. I froze at that new thought that surfaced in my mind, and I tried to shut it down as I kept flying, blanking out my mind like I was going to shoot something.
"So this Dr. Banner was trying to replicate the serum they used on me." Captain America said in the back, probably talking to Coulson in the passenger compartment even though I could hear them up in the cockpit.
"A lot of people were. You were the world's first Super Hero." There was a pause before Coulson added in, "Banner thought gamma radiation might hold the key to unlocking Erskine's original formula."
"That didn't really go his way, did it?" Captain America muttered and I smiled a little, probably not supposed to be eavesdropping on their conversation, but I couldn't help it. Flying this thing could get boring.
"Not so much. When he's not that thing, though, the guy's like a Stephen Hawking."
"He's like a... smart person." Coulson explained.
"Really smart!" I call back and I hear Steve chuckle.
"Thanks." He calls up and I give him a thumbs-up.
"I have to say it's an honor to meet you officially. I sort of met you, I mean I watched you while you were sleeping." I sigh and rub my head with my free hand.
"Sorry, Cap. He's just nervous." I yell back and I think he might've nodded, but I don't know for sure.
"I mean, I was present while you were unconscious from the ice." Rogers and Coulson appear behind me in the cockpit, looking out at the sky as we flew over the sea. "You know, it's really just a huge honor to have you on board."
"I hope I'm the man for the job." Rogers whispered and Coulson nodded in my peripheral vision.
"Oh, you are. Absolutely. We made some modifications to the uniform," Coulson blushed as he paused, having a little hero worship going on. "I had a little design input."
"The uniform? Aren't the Stars and Stripes a little... old-fashioned?"
"With everything that's happening, and the things that are about to come to light, people might just need a little old-fashioned." Coulson stated and I sighed.
"Don't worry, Cap, I don't think me means to call you old." I say, glancing back at him for a moment. "How old are you anyway, not to pry or anything. Just curious."
"Old." Steve laughs. "Probably in my 90's."
My eyes widen. "You're kidding right? You look really good then." I laugh. "Sorry."
"No, it's fine. Thank you. So, what's your name, since you know mine?"
"Well, Steve Rogers, I am Veronica Summers, or Ghost if you want to get into code-names."
"Ghost? That's an unusual nickname."
"Like Captain America isn't." I scoff before shrugging. "Don't worry, I didn't come up with it, Cli- someone close to me did."
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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...
