Clintasha-The Start

Chapter 1

     Hi everyone!  So, this is my first piece of writing EVER!!  I hope you find it a little cool, but I'll keep updating as often as possible!  Thanks for the support!

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 'Romanoff, GET DOWN'

        Doesn't Agent Barton know I can take care of myself!, I scream furiously in my head.  I duck as an arrow goes whizzing over my head, landing with a thunk in an insurgent's chest, spraying bullets everywhere.  I pull out my small but powerful handgun, aiming it at the target, the leader of a dangerous organization that deals in explosives and ammunition.  

        Not anymore.

        Crack.  Thunk.  Game over.

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        'Nice work out there'  Agent Barton compliments, throwing his arrows, bow, and equipment onto a couch.

        Raising my eyebrows, I look over.  'Thank you.'  I wasn't really one for small talk, much less compliments.  I turn away to walk out of the comfortable living space in Shield's headquarters before hearing a voice beckon to me.  

        'Agent Romanoff?'  Flipping my silky, straight, red/maroon hair over my shoulder, I look at him inquisitively, wondering what a handsome guy like him would have to say to me.  I'd been pretty rude the whole time, not really bothering to get to know him or anyhing.  'Would you like to meet up again, say tomorrow afternoon for...coffee?'  He looked hopeful, almost confident, before quickly looking down at the floor, red creeping up his neck to meet that sharp jawline.  

        Oh gosh.  This was something I was really looking forward to, and didn't think I would get to see him ever again.  I mean, Director Fury did this all the time, paired agents for a one time mission.  Before I could say anything, Fury himself walks in.  'Can I speak to you two?'  Following him into a well furnished office with some windows looking out over lush green fields of crops, he faces us before proceeding to ask something I had only dreamed of.  'Would you like to work together in the future?  On other missions, I mean?'  

        I look over to Agent Barton, the eagerness creeping over my face.  'Wait, stop, you didn't even know the guy, he could be a total douche for all you know.'  I convince myself from looking over, but another thought creeps into my mind.  Wouldn't it be cool to have a partner, not be paired up with some annoying lab rat, or sent alone on a mission?  I hear a response next to me, 'I'm in.'

I look from the deep set eyes to the more persistent ones of Director Fury.  I nod.