It wasn’t so much that Violet was nervous about finally going on a mission, but it was odd that she wasn’t exactly going with her team. Funny enough they were all here but they were all put on different teams. They have done some training together, getting to know each other at least when it came to Clint. Violet had been with Mal previously so they were already well acquainted with one another.
Right now all the teams were gathering at the home base and getting everything set up. When she was finished with her task she saw Clint nearby and decided to go over and check in with her leader.
“Hey,” she said. “It’s a bit weird going in for my first mission with another team.”
Clint nodded. “Wasn't exactly what I expected, either,” he said. “But you're with my old team. It's a good one.” That did reassure him a bit. He might not have been leading his own team for very long, but he already felt a responsibility for Violet and Mal. He'd known and trained with Reyna, Steve, and Cassandra, and he trusted them with one of ‘his.’ He was a little more nervous about Mal, if only because he was less familiar with the team she'd been assigned to.
He'd been out already with the advance team, presumably because he had good eyes and could mediate (at least to a degree) between Tony and the rest. Rhodey would have been better for the latter task, but Clint could manage in a pinch. “But we'll be in comms range if you're needing any backup.”
“Well that’s good! And I know Steve a little too, he’s a friend.” A friend that was sometimes complicated because still she didn’t know how she felt or how he felt about her, not to mention having the same problem with Flounder but Clint didn’t need to know those details.
“Have you been on a mission before?” Violet asked him. “I’ve studied hard in training but I know first hand that being out in the field can be different. Mom and Dad always said to expect the unexpected. A fight can change drastically like that.” She snapped her fingers at the end. “
Clint gave her a smile of companionship and approval rather than amusement at being instructed by a teenager (there was a bit of that, true, but he hadn't been all that older when he started out, and Nat had been much younger). “Don't I know it,” he agreed. “I've been on a couple of them. Each one crazy in a different way. Space koalas and vampires and now interdimensional portals which I've at least got some experience with.”
He looked over his tent again, making sure everything was secure. “Training isn't a substitute for experience, but it prepares you, gives you the muscle memory and reflexes so that your body is ready to act, even when your brain is still adjusting.” Clint nodded at his own handiwork. “It's good to have someone you trust at your back.”