"Doc?" Hawkeye knew she was preoccupied, but he needed to speak with her urgently. Fury gave the command for all available members of SHIELD be pulled for a mission, something dangerous, of course. The assignment, far as Hawkeye knew, was in regard to something from Steve's past. He didn't know a lot about Captain America, but he was smart enough to reason a few theories. 

"Yes, Clint?" She didn't speak his name often, but he enjoyed the rare occasions when she would. Although she hides her natural Scottish accent when the company of the Avengers, her British accent still remains. Hawkeye has a fancy (as she would say) for her voice. "Is there something wrong?"

"Banner asked that you come along on the latest mission." He didn't agree with the Scientist's opinion, yet wouldn't dismiss his decision. She saw his concern, it was obvious. 

The doctor smiled, turning away from Hawkeye and began gathering her medical necessities into a bag black. "It's quite alright, love." 

With that said, she left the office which was designated to be her own and began walking towards the plane where the other Avengers were assembled. 

* * * 

"Who?" Steve questioned, glancing to Natasha. "Who's the Doc?"

Still new and without the knowledge of current activities, Steve wasn't informed. "Is she another scientist?"

Natasha smirked, lips curling upwards. "No, she's a medical expert. The best in her field, actually."