The woman that stepped around Fury was a tiny thing, child sized, the only thing that gave away her age was the womanly shape to her slender, tattooed form. Her glacial blue eyes seemed to pierce the soul, pale skin dusted with silver freckles over her shoulders. Long straight black hair fell to the dip in her waist and shone blue in the artificial lights.

She raised a delicate hand from her crossed arms in a little wave of hello and bit down on her lowerlip and shifted all her weight to one foot, making a leather clad hip jut out, black combat boots looked well worn, the black leather starting to grey with use, a black tanktop clung to her torso like a second skin. 

“Sin’s never had a partner before Clint so take it easy on her.” Fury sated with his usual one eyed glare.