Chapter 1
Clint looked over at Coulson, and he was somewhat sure that Coulson didn't know it was happening, and that to him, Clint was sitting prettily over at his desk, doing his paper work, even though it never got handed in, and no one ended up caring, because he was the almighty Hawkeye, who cold take them out without even trying.
However, Coulson was not the same as everyone else, and it was hard to keep on letting him assume things. Coulson assumed a lot of things, and a lot of the time he got them right, but there was one in particular that Coulson was not getting right, and that the assuming about it needed to stop immediately, or Clint might actually scream some day and walk out of SHIELD for good.
Clint, no matter what anyone would tell him, was not submissive. Clint knew about himself. He could tell his own body better than any doctor ever could, and one things that Clint knew was that he was dominant, and that no one had any right to be calling him submissive at any point in time.
However, a lot of people had been taking bets behind his back at what he was, and the majority said that he was a submissive. He hated it. He hated being called a submissive when he knew that he wasn't. When he knew that he had never bottomed for anyone in his life. He'd never submitted to anyone's judgements, so why would he be submissive?
Coulson, however, Clint knew was dominant. He walked in that certain stance that meant that he was indeed one of the most dominant people on the planet. It was either that, or he'd been copying Fury's stance to make sure that he looked more dominant, but he didn't think that was the truth. He thought that Coulson was the most dominant dominant that you could get, and that it wasn't stretching anything at all.
“Agent Barton, are you aware that you have had a mission file sent to your StarkPad?” A woman, that wasn't too bad looking in her skin tight shield uniform confronted him.
“A mission! Is there a briefing?”
“Yes, Agent Barton. It is right now in Deputy Hill's office.”
Clint could tell that the woman was trying her hardest, and figured that she must be new to SHIELD. Well, considering that she walking in that half cocky, shy walk, that most newbies walked with, and that she was using all the correct titles for people when talking to him.
“Sure, I'll go, just-- what's your name?”
“Agent Baker, sir.”
Clint gave her a wink as he walked off towards the briefing.
The room seemed different to all the other times that he'd been in it. It didn't seem like this would be any ordinary briefing. It wouldn't be taking out someone with a single arrow, it wouldn't be infiltrating any type of crime gang. No, it would be something different, and Clint had no idea what, which was strange, and he didn't like that feeling.
Hill walked into the room, walking with her executive stance, and someone that wasn't exactly what he wanted to see. It was Doctor Newton Wagner, and he specialised in dominant and submissive science. Which meant that there was only one reason for him to really be in the briefing room.
It wasn't really a brief. He didn't really have a mission.
“Agent Barton--” Hill started, but Barton cut her off.
“No, you cannot do that to me, I refuse to be labelled for a reason.” Clint growled.
“Fury's orders, Clint.”
Clint growled again at Hill's' statement, realising that he actually had no choice.
The doctor walked towards him with his pen and paper, and Clint knew that all these things really consisted of was a lot of questions, before the person being tested gained a percentage score that was put on their file forever, could never be removed. They'd be forever marked as dominant, submissive or flexible.
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“This might come a shock to you,” the doctor began, but Clint just snorted, “Ninety-seven percent.”
“Ninety-seven percent what?”
“Submissive.”
It dawned on him, that he would now be labelled as a submissive forever.