Of Course, Mr. Rogers! *high pitched voice*
Making my way downtown
Walking fast
Faces pass
And I'm home bound
"Dum durum durum durururum" you laughed, as you pushed the doors of the cafeteria open. For some bizarre reason, that stupid song always invaded your head when you walked around the building.
"Lemme guess. You were mentally singing 'A thousand miles' or you remembered that picture of a bunch of dinosaurs in an office?" Clint said from a table, a cheeseburger waiting for you on the sit in front of him.
"Whaaaaat? How could you even know what I'm laughing at" you crossed your arms trying to contain your laughter. He raised his brow, knowing he was right. Fuck him for knowing you so well.
"Fine! I was laughing at the song but now I can't stop thinking of the dinosaurs" you said in between giggles, clutching your side and sitting down. Clint started laughing too, shaking his head in disbelief.
"Where's everybody else?" You asked, realizing the place was totally empty except for you two
"It's almost 10pm, they're probably in their rooms" he shrugged as he gave his bacon and cheese burger a big bite. You, too, started eating your food without saying much.
After eating, you both got up and left the food trays on the counter
"Where exactly is captain Rogers at the moment?" You asked while going back to the dorms to grab your bags
"He's been staying at one of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s covert offices in NY, but Fury wants to bring him, as well as a few other people, for God knows what"
"Other people?" You asked looking up to meet his gaze. He shrugged
"I heard so" you nodded.
Each of you left for your rooms. Clint's was the second door in the hallway and yours was the last one. Nat's was in front of Clint's and the room in front of yours has been empty for a long time.
Bags in hand, you took the elevator to the roof, where the jet was ready to take off and Fury, Hill and Nat were waiting for your departure.
"Good luck guys, I'll see you in a week" Nat said, reaching you both
"What you talking about?" Clint asked
"Yeah, we're coming back tomorrow" you added
"I have my own recruitment mission. I'm going to India" she informed with a smile
"Oh, indeed, more people" you elbowed Clint's side and he glared at you in mock
"Doctor Bruce Banner"
"Isn't he-"
"The Hulk. Yes. He's a gifted scientist and his dedicated work in the gamma radiation field has taken Fury's attention. He'd be a very important member of the organization"
"Definitely." Clint said
"Good luck to you too then, bitch"
"Lovely as always, slut" You hugged your best girl friend, and then the Budapest bros shared a hug too.
Oh, you don't know what happened in Budapest? Well, let me tell you something: I don't know shit either.
They wouldn't tell anybody what happened in that goddamned mission that got them much closer than they already were. And I respect that... let's see for how long.
"Now, please don't get all fuzzy and touchy with each other while meeting the Captain. We wanna come off as a serious organization" Nick Fury's sass was the last thing you heard before every mission, it started to feel like a lucky charm.
"You know what Nicholas, I- *yelp*" Clint suddenly hugged your waist and put his arm underneath your legs to carry you bridal style to the jet.
"CAN'T MAKE NO PROMISES DIRECTOR" he shouted back as the doors of the ship closed.
"10 bucks that they end up together" Fury said to Nat once the jet took off
"Let them be 20" she replied smirking.
"Put me down Barton!!!" You smacked his broad chest, pretending to be annoyed when you actually liked how the muscles of his arms flexed around your tiny body. He put your feet back on the ground and his smug grin made you frown harder "Now please, stop acting like your normal self and be a professional" you snapped. You reached the pilot's seat and took off. Clint took the co-pilot seat, still smiling like the idiot he was because he knew you weren't actually mad.
With your sight focused on the computer and directions, you couldn't see why Clint won't stop moving in his seat. After a few minutes, you were about to kick him out of the jet when he screamed 'Bingo!' and held up a CD
"Y/N Y/L/N'S INFINITE PLAYLIST" He read aloud, making you gasp
"Where did you find that?" You groaned a bit embarrassed
"When you were cleaning your room, I think, two years ago... I borrowed it" That little shit's had your mixtape for two years and he decides to bring you hell right now. And he was actually enjoying your suffering! That evil smirk on those perfect sinful lips, oh fuck just shut up, he's cruel
"You are the devil" you shook your head and closed your eyes for a moment. He shrugged and looked for a CD player on the desk.
In a minute, "Bye Bye Bye" by N'Sync started playing and you both started laughing
"You're probably too old to know them" you teased him
"Hey, I'm not that old! I got my swag" he replied, smoothing his vest and putting on his sunglasses
"Son, just don't"
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"I can't believe we just got lost in this ridiculously small building"
"Shut up, Clint! It was your fault"
"My fault? Perhaps if you had followed my instructions for once it wouldn't have taken us almost an hour to find the right floor"
"I WAS NOT GONNA SNEAK THROUGH THE AIR VENTS TO FIND WERE THE HELL IS THE TRAINING ROOM"
Clint was gonna continue with the argument but stopped walking when you heard the sound of something being punched and a heavy breathing with small grunts.
Leaning towards the rectangular windows on the door, you saw exactly what you've been looking for all this time. For the mission, of course...
You were a little wonderstruck by the sight in front of you, to be honest. You saw in his files pictures of the before and after the serum, but still nothing prepared you for the reality this man was. Those back muscles moving synchronously from left to right with every punch he gave the hanging bag.
You were actually so lost in him, almost mesmerized, that you didn't noticed Clint eyeing you with a frown on his face. He noticed your interest in the captain and it made him a bit uneasy. You've never showed any interest in a guy before, you always chose to keep things merely professional with other agents that tried to flirt with you as you grew older. He mentally thanked you for that because he always saw you as a little sister and he didn't want anyone to hurt you, so with you staying away from those teenage issues he felt somehow relieved.
However, the bitter feelings he had at the moment weren't the older-overprotective-brother ones. It was more than that. It was jealousy. And that bugged him even more.
The sound of Clint clearing his throat broke your train of thought
"Should I get you a bib or?" He smirked
"Shut up" you rolled your eyes and pushed the doors open.
Steve slowed down the rhythm of his punches, turning around when he heard two pairs of boots hitting the wooden ground.
"Captain Rogers" you greeted him, stopping a few meters from him "Agent Y/L/N and Agent Barton from S.H.I.E.L.D. It's a pleasure to meet you" you looked into his baby blue ones, trying to be as respectful but friendly as possible. He gave you both a nod and a polite smile
"A pleasure to meet you too. Do you have a mission for me?" He asked, drying his sweaty face with a towel
"The only mission right now is to bring you to the Headquarters" Clint said "so whenever you're ready to leave, Captain"
"Sure. Uhm, I think I'm gonna go clean up a little before we can leave" he said grabbing his duffle bag and throwing it on his shoulder
"Of course, Mr. Rogers, please take your time" you mentally face palmed at the high pitched voice that phrase came off with. Your cheeks felt a little warmer and you really hoped Clint hadn't noticed any of that.
"Thank you" Steve looked at Clint, who nodded in response, and made his way to the door. He stopped with his hand on the door and turned around "Agent Y/L/N?"
"Yes?" You replied
"Please, call me Steve" he smiled and left. That smile. Clint who??
Less than 5 minutes in the same room and you already made a fool of yourself in front of a gorgeous man like Steve.
"Oh of course Mr. Rogers!" Clint said in a high pitched voice, mocking your early demeanor. Great, he did notice
"Barton I swear to God one of this days" you pointed your finger at him which he took in one of his hands
"You like him" he looked into your eyes. It wasn't a question, he knew you were interested. Wait, you were?
"Ugh, C'mon Clint, I'm not having this talk" you tried to break free but he wouldn't let go of your finger
"Hey" he held your chin and made you look at him "you know you can tell me anything m, right? I'm your best friend"
"I know, Legolas. I know" you said and hugged him "but you're the only man in my life right now, no need to get cranky"
"You better keep it like that, you flirty monkey" he kissed your head, a wave of relieve traveling through his body.
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"Don't worry, Cap, this jet will take us there in less than 10 hours" Clint took his seat as the pilot, while you walked Steve around the ship, showing him where he could have some rest or eat something or use a computer
"Make yourself comfortable" you told Steve before taking your seat next to Clint.
After a few minutes, you started to feel more tired and couldn't hide the yawn that left your body
"Hey, monkey, go get some rest" Clint told you, and you assumed he put the jet on automatic pilot because he stood up and helped you to one of the chairs
"You sure you don't need my help?" You asked in between yawns, struggling really hard to keep your eyes open.
"I'll be just fine. You rest" Clint smiled as he covered your body with a blanket, running a hand through your hair until you fell asleep. He stood there, watching with adoration your face full of peace when Steve spoke
"So, emh, how long have you two been, uh, fonduing?" He managed a straight face while asking that. Clint, on the other hand, couldn't stop the horselaugh that left his throat
"Captain-"
"Please, just Steve" Steve quickly intervened
"Steve" Clint repeated "Would you mind.." He motioned for him to take your co-pilot seat and he gladly agreed.
They talked throughout the whole ride back to the headquarters, Clint explained to Steve your brother/sister relationship and a general version of how he brought you to S.H.I.E.L.D. Steve would tell Clint a bit about his experience with serum, never getting into too personal matters. They were just getting to know each other, as possible future team mates.
And Clint didn't know why, but he wanted to dislike Steve. And as hard as Clint tried to dislike Steve, he just couldn't deny the great guy the Star Spangled Man was.