Clint Barton | Barbara Morse
Clint Barton sat rooted in his seat on the S.H.I.E.L.D. Quinjet, twirling an arrow between his fingers. While some of the other agents were enjoying the limelight and the delicacies of the high life, Hawkeye, along with a few hand-picked agents, were being sent to take down a recently discovered A.I.M. hideout. Beside him sat his second-in-command, his partner in crime, Mockingbird, who is also known as Barbara Morse.
“Even with all the buzz about Cap and that Valkyrie chick, who do they send to deal with some A.I.M. scoundrels? Hawkeye! S.H.I.E.L.D.’s most valuable agent! Heck, I betI could beat either of those two hotshots.” Barbara tilted her head to the side as she glared at her teammate.
“Really? You think you could take Captain America or Valkyrie down? By yourself?”
“Why not? An arrow here, an arrow there, and then I win!” Clint aimed his unloaded bow down the plane’s aisle way and pulled back on the string. Once he had made his point, he slowly released his pull on the bowstring, making sure he did not let go and dry fire his bow.
By the expression on Mockingbird’s face, she was not very convinced. “Really?” She continued to press the issue, trying to make Clint see the error in his overconfidence.
“Well…” Barton stopped spinning the arrow with his fingers and placed a hand over his mouth while thinking about his answer, “Maybe not alone, but with you at my side, we could beat anyone!” Mockingbird rolled her eyes as her coworker bragged about their effectiveness as a team.
“5 minutes until touchdown.” The pilot said over the intercom. Clint pulled his purple mask over his head. He took several deep breaths, calming his nerves, preparing himself for this little raid.
“Ready for this, Bobbi?” Mockingbird only nodded her head, tightening her grip over her battle stave that she was wielding in her hand.
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