Charlie's Senior Recruit
“Listen up!”
Charlie and the thirteen other members of her team kept their eyes trained on Agent Young. Everyone, except Charlie, supported bags under their eyes from lack of sleep. They were forced to sleep on the cold, hard ground with no bedding and were awoken at the break of dawn to meet their senior agents.
Behind Young stood fourteen other S.H.I.E.L.D. agents with their arms clasped behind their backs, feet positioned shoulder-width apart, and their heads held high.
“Before you are a few of the many highly trained agents that S.H.I.E.L.D. has to offer,” Young continued, “You will be paired up with one of them and they will help you train for your tests that take place every other Friday. Listen to every word that leaves their mouths, learn from every lesson they have to give you. They will be your saviours, or they will be your downfall. It is up to you.”
Charlie’s eyes scanned over the various faves of the agents, all of which ere blank of emotion, and a few she recognized from her ventures in the dark web.
“Listen for your names and find your agent. Stevens and McKinley.”
Charlie’s eyes landed on one agent, in particular, only to find their eyes staring back at her. Clint Barton. Charlie was too focused on trying to read the man’s expression that she failed to notice a blonde recruit, Stevens, glare at her.
“Wyatt and Barton.”
Barton smirked.
Charlie gave the man a small nod, which was returned. Beyond the scars littering the agent’s face, she could see the softness behind his eyes. That was when she knew this was going to be a good partnership.
Charlie slowly walked up to Clint. She stood beside the man with her head held high, practically mirroring his stance.
“Meet me tomorrow, an hour before dawn,” Charlie heard Clint whisper.