It wasn't the most ideal situation. She and Natasha bound to a pole. She was at least hoping for a chair of some sort.
"Hey Red?" Kenna looked up at stared at her bounds.
"Yeah Sparks?" Nat spoke turning to look over her shoulder.
McKenna sighed, "I need to use."
"Am I going to have to shoot you?" Natasha asked with dread.
Kenna laughed, "I'm going to burn the ropes."
Natasha nodded, "Then I won't shoot you. Hurry up. I have plans."
"Oh yeah?" Kenna quipped, "Hot date?"
Natasha shrugged, "It's the finale of Top Chef."
"Oh shit! Really?" Kenna laughed in disbelief.
Shaking her head, Kenna took a breath to gather her thoughts. She opened her eyes and suddenly her vision was red.
She had almost killed that man today. Even as a trained Agent now, McKenna still had yet to take a life. She always opted to bring them in rather than take them out. That was a job better suited for Clint. He was the assassian. Today was all too close. She didn't even sense the guy behind her. She was so focused on the body bleeding below her from the blow to his temple she had given him. She had no idea Natasha had screamed her name, didn't even know Clint had arrived in time to take out the man. Sneaky little bastard. She was grateful that he saved her life.
She ran her hand over the broken skin on her stomach. Too close. Definitely too close.
Walking into the gym she noticed she was not alone. Clint currently occupying his own Archery range. The man was a freak with that thing. It was not normal.
McKenna had to give credit where it was do though. Seeing how he was the most skilled Marksman in the world. Man could make a target in most situations. On more than one occasion those targets where after her. She was grateful to have him on her side.
He brought back another arrow and let it fly. Sounds of them sticking their targets was comforting. One after the other they met their destination. She couldn't look away.
It didn't help that she was also insanely attracted to the assassin.
Although he would never give her the time of day. Clint was clearly a no strings attached type of man. She knew that from the woman at the clubs, or the apartments, the missions. The nights she stayed up wondering why he never chose her. Then again it was probably in his best interest. She had a knack for accidents in her sleep.
Her 'no staying the night' policy was enforced. At all times.
"You going to stare at me all day or are we going to fight?" Clint mused, catching her staring.
McKenna rolled her eyes and walked over to the mat, "You sure you can handle all this" she smirked wrapping her knuckles with tape.
Clint rolled his shoulders back, "Sweetie I've taken out dogs bigger than you."
She scoffed as she watched him set down his equipment on the nearest table.
He ripped off his vest, followed closely by his shirt. His abs making their presence known. When he took a gulp from his water bottle she tried desperately not to pay attention to the muscles contracting as he drank. She was never that smooth.
Catching her staring again, she blushed. Clint smirked and set the bottle down.
"You know if you ask me out nicely, might just say yes. " he commented. He picked up the tape and wrapped his own knuckles.
"No thanks. I'd probably have go get tested right after." She replied nonchalantly, stretching her arms to loosen up.
"That sounds like an accusation. I'm offended," Clint feigned hurt.
"Sure get all butt hurt." She walked up to him and gave him a small shove, "The question is Agent Barton. What are you going to do about it?"
Clint smiled and it was on.
He was fast. She almost didn't see the side punch to her temple. Bringing up her arm she blocked his classic start. Ducking she kneed him in the stomach. He counted and grabbed her leg and flipped her over onto her stomach, hard. He sat on her back.
She tried to get up but couldn't, "Nice move." She coughed, "What are you... a child?" She managed to get out. Wind knocked out of her.
Clint leaned forward, lips close to her ears.
"I mean if you want to accept defeat- "
She automatically rolled, kicking him off before kicked herself up. "That's not going to happen. Not one of your girls Clint. Not that easy."
Clint smiled and winked, "Good."
Behind his back and threw a knife fast. Barely missing her, but hitting the target directly behind them.
"Shit Clint" she cursed, staring at the knife on the target, "That could've hit me."
"Well it didn't. Now." He reached again, "Time for some fun."
He watched as she drove, flipped, threw herself down and at times blocked the daggers he was throwing
"Damn it Clint. Stop it" She warned. Rage building in her core.
He ignored her, "This is part of your training McKenna. It's not always going to be enemies out there."
McKenna shook her head, "Stop it Clint." she warned.
He walked over to the table and picked up his bow. She couldn't believe this. He was going to shoot her. It was about to get real serious in here. She didn't want this.
He pulled back the string, turning toward her.
"Sometimes you are going to fight friends." He commented, a dark strain masking his voice. Then let go of the arrow.
"No!" She screamed. Body blasting an energy spear instantly destroying the arrow. She fell forward gasping her breath. Clutching her stomach.
She was injured. He had forgotten.
"Shit." He dropped his weapon and ran over to Kenna who was having trouble catching her breath. He skidded to a stop at her side. Blood lining her gym shirt.
"McKenna." He reached to check her wound when pushed him away.
"What the hell was that Clint." She pushed herself up without his help and nursed her side. Her whole body felt drained.
He had no answer, "I was just-"
"Trying to get yourself killed?" She yelled, "I could've hurt you."
"I didn't mean to let it go that far. McKenna" He pleaded, "We have to play all fields here. Even fighting our own if we become compromised."
She scoffed, "So you wanted me to kill you. That's great."
"No," He shook his head, "McKenna I wanted to see if you would fight back."
She stood up, clutching her now open wound. "Agent Barton. Next time you want to run a training exercise with me. How about giving me a heads up that are doing Fury's dirty work. I'm not some fucking lab experiment you can poke and prod at your disposal."
Shoving past him and out of he gym she walked down the hallway and ripped off the tape from her wrist.Tears were threatening to fall, but she would not allow it.
Fucking Clint. Fucking Life. FUCK FUCK FUCK. She was pissed. She walked past the window and watch a bolt of lightening strike the ground.
Great. A fucking storm. Just what I needed.
Nick Fury walked out of the briefing room.
"Head down to the medbay and get patched up. Then I'd like to speak with you."
Great. She sighed. Can the day get any worse? She nodded and followed him into the room. Door slamming shut behind them.
Coulson stared at the files in front of him.
"Something on your mind Agent Coulson?" Fury asked stepping into the room.
Coulson continued to stare, "You're splitting them up."
Fury turned to stare out the window, watching the storm. "It needs to be done. It's gotten too personal."
Coulson looked up at his boss and closed the folder, "Maybe she needs personal."
Fury laughed and turned his head towards the other agent, "What she needs is to get her mind in the right place. Barton hinders that."
Coulson disagreed, "I think Barton keeps her in check."
Fury walked over and took the file, "Not likely Coulson. Besides, she is a very valuable asset to SHIELD. I'd hate to see her leave."
"You Stark would never work for us again if he found out."
"Stark isn't a hero. He will have to learn he can't save everyone."
This was a big mission. She was shocked Fury wanted her to manage it . It was going to change everything.
Was she ready for it?
Well she already said yes, so. Can't back down now.
She walked through central park and took in the fresh air. Glad the storm had dissipated thank goodness. Nothing like walking in the rain to make you feel shitter.
Walking over to the Bow bridge, she rested her arms on the stone and collected her thoughts, looking into the water below. When he walked up she didn't know what to feel.
"How do you do that?" He whispered next to her, his back resting against stone, facing the oppostie direction. "You are probably the one person I can never sneak up on."
She shrugged, "I don't know. I just always know your there."
She didn't dare look at him. He had a knack for seeing her emotions. She didn't feel ready to.
"McKenna?" He whispered.
She shook her head, she didn't want to talk. She pushed herself from the wall and began to walk away when he grabbed her. She was in his arms instantly. Nose to nose, lips daring to be touched. His vision darted back and forth between her eyes and he closed the gap between them.
As soon as his lips touched her own, she knew it was trouble.
McKenna had never felt a kiss like this; truly she must have been kissing the wrong people.
In a second it was over and she felt empty. They stared at each other, not daring to speak. McKenna would have none of that. She gripped his shirt and pulled him closer before snaking her arms around his neck kissing him with full force. He smiled against her lips and cradled the back of her head for better access.
It wasn't until the hoots and hollers of some kids walking by when they finally brought themselves to part.
"This is insane-." She whispered stepping back.
"Kenna." Clint scratched the back of his head. Looking around.
"I'm leaving-." She began to pace.
"Kenna-" He sighed.
She looked up at him, "I just-"
He reached over again, pulling her close and kissed her hard. When they broke apart she let out a satisfied sigh and rested her forehead against his.
"I'm leaving Clint. Tonight. Undisclosed. " She whispered sadly.
"I know." He whispered sadly, "I saw the papers. I'm being relocated to Turkey for a while with Nat."
She looked up at him with tears pooling and placed her hand on his check, thumb tracing his jaw.
"Why now." She asked closing her eyes. "Why here. Why any of this? Clint-"
"We won't see each other for months. I had to let you know." He spoke the truth.
"Know what?" She asked.
He relased her and walked over to the concrete and stared away.
"I needed you to know you weren't just one of those girls." He whispered.
"Clint- " McKenna took a step forward but he stopped her.
"I would never hurt you McKenna," He pleased finally look at her, "Whatever this is," he motioned, " I want this with you. Nothing is real except you."
"I'm not real Clint." She whispered, "I'm barely even human."
He slammed a fist onto the concrete surface."Damn it McKenna!
McKenna stood still, "Clint this couldn't possibly work! Relationships make complications."
He disagreed, "No. This isn't complicated."
She walked over and stood next to him, taking his hand in her own, "Did you mean what you said? If someone was compromised?"
He looked away and nodded, "SHIELD has a strict policy. Compromised Agents must be brought back and redesigned or taken out."
"Taken out?" She questioned.
Clint looked up and stared straight into her eyes, "I'd shoot an arrow through their heart. You know what I do."
She gave a sad chuckle, "There's the complication. When I agreed to join this establishment. SHIELD. I never wanted to be an agent. The missions, the life. I'm exhausted Clint. For god sakes, I can't even manage to kill someone."
"A quality that I admire greatly McKenna. You shouldn't have to face the things I see." He brought his hand forward, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear, "I know. You didn't ask for this life."
She closed her eyes again, "I was born with a curse."
"You were born with a gift." He corrected. She gave him a sad smile.
"I'm done after this." She stated, "No more missions. Just lab. I never want to feel the way I did tonight. The feeling I had almost taken a life."
Clint understood, "Then what about us?"
She placed his hand on her heart.
"Then maybe things can get a little less complicated."
Clint took her by the waist and pulled her close, "I think I can wait. 2 months you said?"
She sighed and nodded. Resting her body against him he wrapped his arms around her.
Even if it was only for a moment, they both had peace.