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He didn't like the mission, not one bit but it had to be done. You were suppose to be undercover and that's the part of the mission he hated the most since you had an overly arrogant partner. Said partner was supposed to be your boyfriend that was also supposed to be very loyal towards HYDRA. Clint had to do his own sort of undercover where he would have to meet you and him or sometimes just one of you at a bar, café or restaurant irregularly as if he was one of your best friends you hung out with a lot but at these events you traded info.
Tonight was the first time and you and your partner, Jimmy -his undercover name-, was supposed to meet Clint after just the first week of the mission. Jimmy was obnoxious, cocky and generally annoying, it would've been okay if this was how he acted for the sake of the mission but he was always like this. Sometimes you wondered why SHIELD hired him because the guy was clumsy and had very little stealth. Sure he was a big, fit guy that could punch someone but it took more brains than muscle to be an agent.
You didn't know how you were going to survive this month so you looked forward to the times you would see Clint. Hawkeye as most people refered to him was silent and observing which was a nice contrast to your current partner and his presence was nice since he didn't try to kiss you like Jim does. If you were truly honest you wouldn't mind if Clint had to play the boyfriend for a month. Either 'Jimmy' was taking this cover way over board or he was taking advantage of the fact that he got to play girlfriend with you. He had flirted with you on a regular basis before the mission was assigned so you knew the latter was probably more accurate.
Once you finally reached the very casual hang out restaurant place, you were feeling better already as you saw Agent Barton who waved you over. "(y/u/n)!" Clint exclaimed it, you were surprised by his cheery mood then you remembered, that's the 'cover' talking. "Hi, Sammy." You smiled brightly genuinely glad to see the guy. Clint embraced you in a very rare hug and shook Jim's hand. You sat across from Clint and you both almost irritably sighed when he put an arm around your shoulder.
You were quite beautiful if Clint had to admit it himself and although he didn't know you as well as he'd liked to, he thought that the guy that was sitting next to you was so undeserving of your time. It was jealousy to the point where he was almost envious of Jimmy. Clint knew you were smart and the irritable 'why him?' with a scrunched up face you had given to Director Fury, told him he didn't really need to worry about Jimmy too much. Still he wished he could trade places.
It wasn't until after dinner that you finally got rid of Jimmy. "Hey babe, you mind if I go get a few drinks?" He asked. "Knock yourself out, just not literally because I will leave your ass out on the street." You told him like you usually joked but your expression was so fixed that Clint believed you'd actually do it (He kinda hoped you had cause to do it too).
"Handful?" Clint asked when he caught you glaring at the guy walking off. "Like you wouldn't believe." You said. "How's work?" Clint asked casually. "Like the work hate the people." You stated, he knew this meant: You're making connections with people in HYDRA. "Jimmy's a bit underpaid though." HYDRA was up to something big, Clint deciphered.
"How's your cat doing? What's her name again?" Clint asked this was his way of asking if you were okay. "(y/n)." Clint gave you a look after the risky move to give the non existent cat your own name. You didn't mean to you just paniced. "She's fine." You said casually, he nodded but he didn't seem to quite believe you. After all this was your first undercover mission.
You were the best of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s tech geeks which is why you were brought on this mission and you had expressed before to Agent Barton that you were in fact quite nervous. Techs never did undercover work unless it was really necessary. Fury had assured you that you were SHIELD's most prised engineer -among other things- and that he would make sure you're safe. Although you did believe that you were one of SHIELD's most prised engineers unmodestly -I mean, come on you finsihed top of your class at Harvard and you were barely twenty at the time, for pete's sake- but you weren't sure you believed they could assure your safety, it was just something said to boost someone's confidence. You also slightly complained when they paired you up with this asshole when you could've done all of this with Clint alone.
Jim dropped down next to you not taking care of his pint of beer and all you felt was the liquid seeping through your white blouse. "Oh, damn, sorry." He said suddenly, Clint just rolled his eyes at Jim. "Hey look at the bright side, atleast your outfits a little more sexy now." SMACK! Everyone in your proximity stared and Clint sweared if you hadn't done anything he would've. A red hand sat on Jim's cheek where you had hit him across the face.
You stood up from the table without any words or even a glance towards the guy. If Jim didn't have the car keys he would've been walking home.
"Women. Am I right?" Jim said obnoxiously to Clint, who wanted to punch him, again. From the Hawkeye's hard stare, Jim's laughter died and he stood and followed (Y/n). There was one thing that Jim thought really ruined this mission for him and that was Hawkeye. The dude was very creepy and quite scarry, Jim just hoped the agent didn't blow up everything, this was his big chance. Finally had her in his grasp.
You were relieved to hear the next day that the whole public thing last night and a clear view through your apartment window that had shown you pushing Jimmy out of the main bedroom with a pillow and the cat (who had suddenly just been there when you returned, thank you S.HI.I.E.L.D for the continous tracks you cover up) in his arms had prompted S.H.I.E.L.D to order that your and Clint's meetings look affair-ish so that there be more motive to see him more often. All you had to do was 'pretend' to get into a fight with Jimmy and leave to meet up with him. That would be so easy you could do it the whole day- but unfortunatley you were warned it should only happen once or twice.
It wasn't until the last week of your mission that problems arose. You had to work late into the night, something you tried to avoid because you obviously didn't like HYDRA but there was nothing for it. You called Jim to let him know he should meet up with Clint on his own and you'll let him know when you would get home from work.
You worked in an open office and everyone had the same computer -with a processing power of only 3.50 GHz, ugg... cringe- and each desk was identical. You were trying to not let nostalgia consume you as you missed your own work space at SHIELD when the last person in the office left, this made you more weary. You picked up your phone and casually texted Clint: Sorry I can't make it, working late at the office. You sent, knowing full well he would easily know what you mean.
You tried not to let the two security guards that entered the office distract you from your work. Luckily you had your earphones in which you used as an excuse to ignore them when they adressed you at first hoping they would leave you be. You had no such luck when the one tapped you on the shoulder lightly, you took out your earphones and went 'Huh?' completly rude and sort of dumbfoundedly if they were suspecting you of something maybe they'd think 'no she couldn't be a spy from the number one enemy of the company she was working for'. "Could you step away from the desk a moment, m'am?" The one asked; the gun SHIELD had given you was tucked under your skirt, you knew you had been discovered but you tried to prolong the moment till you had to use it for as much possible. "Why?" You asked raising your eyebrows in feigned confusion. "Just do it." The other one said. They sure looked big and packed with muscle, you thought. Your phone chimmed with a message that you look to read but you weren't the only one who read the message. GET THE HELL OUT OF THERE was Clint's only reply.
They were slower than you were, 'Sorry, Agent Barton, for the constant complaining over having to train for three months prior to the mission' You silently apologised as you jumped up pushed yourself onto the table, your phone in hand, and over the divider to the opposite desk. Bullets travelled through the thin compacted wood an exited beside your head, you hid underneath the desk where they didn't think to aim. HELP you replied though it was needless you to express your urgency, Clint would've rushed over if it was a spider, like seriously.
Pulling out your gun clumsily, you held it with both hands, though you could shoot accuratly enough. The shooting stopped, you quickly crawled from under the desk and made your way out the office a few bullets broke the glass as the door slammed shut. You could here one call for back up. Out the building? Of course that was the obvious option, they would be waiting. Your only option was to hide until Clint arrived to get you out of this mess. 'The science labs are two floors up, take the stairs they'll be using or shutting off the elivator' You instructed yourself as you rushed for the stairs. The lab seemed to be your best option, it wasn't the obvious choice and you knew how create a small bomb that might help if you needed it to.
Please hurry, my night in shinning armor you texted one last time, a flurry of nerves bubbling up. You were quite sure you wouldn't survive this.