After the rest of our vacation was over, and the hole in the roof was patched, Clint and I both headed back to the nearest S.H.I.E.L.D. facility to get back on duty.
Our mission, was somewhere in Russia, where some supposed Hydra members were building some nuclear devices to use against S.H.I.E.L.D. and we had to gather intel and stop them if possible. Or necessary. Something along those lines.
Since it was just to gather intel, we were the only two people on the mission. It would keep the discovery rate low and if we had too, we could just blend really easily as honeymooning tourists.
"We should land away from the town, and then go over to it." I mumble and Clint nods, him flying it as I focused on the surroundings and the radar. "The reports say that the compound is somewhere near the middle of the town, but it does not report whether or not it is above ground or below it. We can scope out the top for a few days, and if we don't find anything then we can search possible underground entrances. We also need to set surveillance on these key men." I beckon to the tablet I had. "There are two main men, who are probably the head's of the Hydra center. Fury says that we are to interrogate both of them to gather information on them and Hydra's plans."
"Did you rehearse that?" Clint questions and I stick my tongue out at him.
"Let's just get this jet on the ground." I grumble and unbuckle, getting out of the chair. "We should probably just reckon today, put our stuff in suitcases to appear like tourists." I call back. "You're not in your gear right."
"I'm in my regular gear."
"Oh. I'm going to put some clothes over my gear, you should probably too just in case we get into a fight."
"Okay." Clint says back as he settles the jet into a secluded part of the forest nearby the town. "Engaging reflection panels."
I laugh. "What if some local just ran into our jet? Just imagine their confusion."
"You find the weirdest of things enjoyable."
"Like you?" I ponder and I know he's probably annoyed at me. "I love you!" I call out and he chuckles.
"I'm not weird. And I love you too."
"Good, now, since you've landed this jet get back here and put these on." I order, holding out a pair of jeans and a jacket. "Easy to get on and off if need be."
He takes the clothes and slides them on over his, me already in my Californian Rich Girl attire. "Yeah, you look like you are on vacation. Skinny jeans, crop top with-" he pokes my stomach, which was covered by my uniform. "Is that your uniform?"
"Yep. But if you didn't know any better you could've said that it was just a tank top."
"Yeah, could've fooled me." Clint steps back before grabbing our 'luggage'. "How much of this is actually clothes?"
"Probably 25%. I brought some new toys." I open the gangway and walk out, glad I had my uniform on since the temperature was dropping. "Cold." I grumble shivering just on instinct. "So glad we moved to a farm."
"In Iowa. It snows there a lot."
"Dang nab it. Maybe we should move to Hawaii, or somewhere else near the equator."
"We're almost done with the house. We do not need to move."
"I know. I'm just teasing." I hold out my hand for him to take, which he does, the suitcases rolling with us as we walk, the gangway closing. "Now come, Agent Barton! Let us pretend to be married as we investigate this magnificently cold town in search for threats."
"Well, Agent Summers, I think that would be most delightful to have you pretend to be my wife."
"And I you."
In the Town
"This place just keeps getting colder." I complain as we set up a little surveillance room in the hotel room we had.
"Agents aren't supposed to complain." Clint states and I just grumble to myself as I set up all of the computer systems. "You hacking into their server?"
"Right..." I type a few things. "Now. She is hacking now, just going through diagnostics."
"Good, I'm going to set up a nest up top."
"Of course you are, birdie." I whisper to myself, but he can hear me thanks to the comm's unit.
"It's just a viewpoint."
"I know. Just saying that you are a bird since you're going to make a nest, your words, not mine."
"Just hack, Mrs. Barton."
"Yes, Mr. Barton." I tease, typing on the keyboard as my algorithms just swept past their security and mainframe, not leaving a single trace of my existence. It was like I was a ghost... "Agent Ghost, reporting for duty." I mumble to myself before finally connecting, looking into their files to find all of their blueprints for nuclear and atomic bombs, as well as files that they had on S.H.I.E.L.D. itself. I clicked on a folder that was titled, 'T.A.', and I found files and information that they had about the Avengers. I found a file on all seven of us, as well as a picture of us, as well as surveillance on us when we were just out and about. "Clint..." I whisper, but Clint doesn't reply. "Clint, are you okay?"
"I think the one you should worried about, is yourself." A man with a thick Russian accent murmurs from behind me, and I turn slowly in my seat. "Hello, Agent Summers. How about we go for a walk?"
"I think I'm fine where I sit." If I could just switch the frequency of the comm's unit, then I could just contact Fury for back-up.
"That was not a question." The man proclaims and I'm yanked from my laptop. But I kick my foot and hit the delete button that I had installed for situations like this. All files on the computer suddenly deleted itself without questioning me on it, and the man working for Hydra couldn't get his hands on it. "I did not come here for your computer. I came for your brain." I'm dragged from the room, and out of the hotel, out into the street, where the citizens just look away from me, like this wasn't even happening. I quickly glance up at the roof to see some flickering light, and I know that Clint was still up there, probably thinking about what to do next. Maybe he'll just call in the Avengers.
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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...
