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ELINA CARTWELL WAS CLINT BARTON'S PRODIGY

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ELINA CARTWELL WAS CLINT BARTON'S PRODIGY.

Despite hardly being older than the girl, he was quick to take her under his wing when she first joined SHIELD.

She was a sharpshooter, like himself, and she was twice as witty. Elina was part of the Avengers, bonding closest with none other than Tony Stark and Wanda Maximoff.

"Elina, you want to check back in with us please?"

The girl rolled her eyes as Natasha's teasing voice, looking up to see Wanda doing the same.

"Sorry, got distracted by how gorgeous you look." Elina looked across the cafe, winking at the red headed woman.

"How about you guys save it for when we're not on a mission?"

Sam suggested through the coms.

"Whatever you say birdy."

"Wanda, what do you see?"

Elina winked at Natasha again as Steve's voice came through the coms, the Romanoff waving back teasingly at the girl.

"Standard beat cops," Wanda said as she took a sip of her coffee. "Small station. Quiet street. It's a good target."

"There's an ATM on the south corner, which means?"

"Cameras," the Maximoff gave an uneasy look to the girl across from her.

"Streets are one-ways," Elina pursed her lips as she surveyed the grounds.

"So, compromised escape routes."

"Means our guy doesn't care about being seen. He isn't afraid to make a mess on the way out. You guys see that Range Rover halfway up the block?"

"Yeah, the red one?" Wanda eyed the car as she rested her hands on her mug. "It's cute."

"I don't know, I always preferred white cars. They make me feel classy," Elina snickered.

"This one would make you feel super classy, angel. It's bulletproof."

Elina saw Natasha grinning from her table.

"Which means private security. Which means more guns. Which means more headaches for somebody. Probably us."

"Aren't you just the most positive little thing," Elina teased her softly.

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