Take care of him

One shot, Probably.

       Clint saw it. He let the arrow loose and the terrorist was gone, unfortunately the rest of the pack wasn't. He continued pulling them back and shooting, they fell. It was over. "It is down," Clint said into a watch communicator, usually agents would use ear pieces but with his aids he needed something farther from his ears. "Ready for pick up"

Clint neatly packed up his equipment before throwing the bag over his shoulder. Saw the air current shift on the branches and leaves before the helicopter showed itself. Clint grabbed the rope and climbed up. He sat in his seat and glanced around uncertainly, where was Agent Marthen, his superior?

Back at the base there was no trace of Marthen but Barton headed to debriefing anyway. He sat down and a new man came in and shook his hand. "Hail Hydra," the man murmured.

On any other situation Clint would have barely known something was said but Clint knew these words by heart. "Hail Hydra," He said with his exhale. Though for the public the organization was S.H.I.E.L.D. to Clint it was hydra and I'd was home, they had given him a place and a chance, he promised to help with world peace and that was exactly what he was doing. "Where is Agent Marthen," Clint asked since they had gotten the obvious out of the way.

The man frowned and opened a case file. "Marten is no more, I am your new superior. You may call me Agent Richards." Clint nodded and the man, Richards, continued, "this is your new mission, Anthony Edward Stark. Do you have any idea who he is?"

Clint studied the photos and glanced over the first pages of the file. "He was in the news a while back. Something about weapon production." Richards nodded. 'He should stop doing that,' Clint thought, 'offerings me all the power with the nod.' It got worse.

"Anyway," Richards said. "Tony has become too much of a threat and we need you to take care of him, got it?" Usually Clint was given more direct orders with no room to loophole out off, Clint knew what he meant however and didn't think too much off it. He nodded, took the file, and headed to prepare for this mission.

Clint smiled in his specially made sunglasses. Tony was in his sight and he would be done in less then an hour. The man watched the other struggle into his house and kick off...... heals? Stark lost a good five inches and collapsed on his couch rubbing his feet. It was hard to make out but Clint could read his lips enough to hear the complaints about dances and companies and heels.

Clint laughed to himself, the great Tony Stark wore heels look taller and had to dance in them. 'What's the rush,' he asked himself, 'I'll just get another mission from that imbecile when I get back so might as well take my time.' The blond watched the brunette struggle with a plush blanket he laid on. Clint sighed softly, he couldn't escape the cute scene. 'How much of an asshole can this guy be,' he thought to himself, 'small tired baby... no. Stop, why are you moving? You are exhausted.'

Sure enough, Tony has gotten up although he was ready to collapse. Clint growled deep in his throat as Tony disappeared from his sight. Not only was he not headed to the bedroom, which was upstairs not down, but he totally just missed his opportunity to take....... to take care of Tony Stark.

The agent smirked and slung his bow over his shoulder. "Take care of Tony Stark," he said in a high mocking voice, "I can do that."

He slid down the hill and checked his bag. Reaching in he rummaged through it to pull out his badge, a few lies later and he was at Mr. Starks door with a story. He knocks and flashes a cocky grin at the camera before putting on his 'super secret agent' face. A no nonsense redhead opens the door, she is sleek and professional and Clint now misses Nat. He hadn't yet had a chance to talk to her about his other missions, the ones that only show on paper. Ones like this.

"May I help you," she says with a raised eyebrow and a frown. Yeah it is late but there is no need to be rude. He pulls out his badge from his pocket where he placed it earlier.

"My name is Agent Clinton Barton, I am from shield due to a detected threat," he says making her professionalism with his resting bitch face. She is worried and interested now, he can see it in her eyes.

The woman, probably Miss Potts if his memory of the file is correct, takes his badge and examines it. She twists and turns the leather and metal thing before finally inviting him in. "Should I call mister Stark?"

Clint stands at attention and quickly familiarized himself with the new area, well the new perspective. "I don't want to wake him," Clint starts, good cop, "but yes, I'd like to look over some details with him."