Sharon Carter is a super spy (exshieldagent) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2015-12-02 16:26:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, clint barton (hawkeye), sharon carter |
Who: Clint Barton (Hawkeye) and Sharon Carter (Agent 13)
When: Recently (November sometime)
Where: The Agency
What: Random Encounter
Rating/Warnings: Low/None
Status: Complete
Sharon was back to work. The Agency had made coming back to work quite easy, and taking care of Viv wasn’t a problem. Childcare on site helped quite a bit, as did her first assignment now she was back at the business. Sharon was training Veronica. It was perhaps her favorite assignment in all her adult life. She and her best-friend-slash-roommate got to work together, training their minds and bodies to withstand anything that might be required of them through work. It was pretty great to be able to get back in shape with Veronica by her side.
So it was in good spirits that she wandered down the hallway, whistling one of the tunes from the top 40 station that always seemed to be playing in the lobby.
Working wasn’t new to Clint, the lack of being a lackey was sort of new. Sure, he was fairly well promoted by the time he left the army, but he was generally one of the grunts. As of yet, he was still in ‘training’ processes. Which apparently took forever. Possibly understandable, in some ways, but it was a lot of hurry up and wait.
But on the other hand they just wanted him to shoot some things just now, which he was more than happy to stand around and do. Even if they insisted he start with the guns. Which was why he wasn’t too bothered about showing up a little early.
Sharon saw a very familiar face headed in her direction. Clint Barton had been working at SHIELD for longer than she had. She’d looked up to his focus, his determination, and though they hadn’t spoken much in her Dreams, she was in awe of the Hawk. A gentle flush crept along her cheekbones as she turned in his direction.
“Are you Clint Barton?” She asked, feeling a bit foolish for stopping him randomly in a hallway.
Clint was, for the most part, left to himself when he went in the building. The girl on reception always just told him to head on in and that was fine. Because he knew his way to where he was meant to be right now. “Um… yes?” He really needed to stop answering that like a question.
But hey, maybe he was meant to do something else today, or could actually stop going through the SOP and do something not so mind numbing, it was definitely fifty/fifty on that one.
“Wow. This is going to sound really strange, but… I think I’ve Dreamed about you.” If he was in this building, he would know about the Dreams. It was sort of a prerequisite for working for The Agency. And they didn’t just let random weirdos wander the halls. (Well, except for Tony Stark, but he was an exception to every rule.)
Anywhere else and that statement would get a very different response. This time it was just another ‘oh boy’ and nod. Dreams were pretty standard, weren’t they. Most people around here had them and it was pretty much safe to bet that if you mentioned them someone would get it. “Oh, really? Um…” Clint was also aware that what he dreamed wasn’t always the same as people who sort of dreamed him too -like Tony, and Natasha mentioning other versions.
“I do not think I have dreamt you.” He’d remember that, right? Then again, maybe not. There was a lot going on in those dreams -between crazy world shifters and civil wars, it was a whole big thing. “But hi.”
“Hi.” Sharon broke into a grin. “Hey, that’s okay. I know we all Dream different things, and/or at different paces,” she shrugged her shoulders as if to say it was no big deal. “It’s nice to meet you, though. Oh, I’m Sharon. Sharon Carter.” She explained, then took a couple steps toward him and held a hand out for him to shake. “Agent Thirteen.”
Taking the hand to shake, Clint offered a small smile. He hadn’t really heard of her, but then the Agent thing made him think more SHIELD than Avenger, and to date, he’d really kept separate from SHIELD. “Pleasure.” There was no point in introducing himself if she already knew him.
The dreams probably did complicate things just a little. “You’re the internet dating girl, right?” But there was always the net, which helped out greatly in those respects, since most of them on there had some kind of fuckery with their dreams.
Oh, God. Sharon’s face went a little pink at that, and she broke into a smile she should have been able to stop before it tore her face in half. “Yeah. That’s me. The internet dating girl. I’m never gonna live that one down, am I?”
“Probably not, but there’s no shame in it.” Meeting people was meeting people, and since Clint wasn’t all that social himself, had he not met Kate at the range, he’d likely be single himself. “How’d that go for you?” But there were a few problems with dating people through the internet, weren’t there. Never tell who you were meeting. Then again, the same could be said for meeting randomly too.
“No bites.” Sharon shrugged her shoulders. “It’s not going that great. I suppose it’s probably a good thing? Considering my current situation.” Single momhood was hard to describe on those dating websites, wasn’t it? “I come with baggage.” She said, pulling out her phone. Two swipes of her finger across the glass screen, and she turned the cell around to show him a picture of the most beautiful baby girl in the whole damn world.
“That is adorable baggage though.” Okay, so dating as a mom with a baby probably wasn’t the easiest thing in the world, Clint could imagine. He’d been in the forces with a lot of moms who were separated or whatever and they bemoaned not meeting a good guy all the time. Clint had stopped offering suggestions after a while.
“Probably a little hard finding someone up for committing to that, probably not assisted by your job.” And that was just a head nod towards the building they were in, because yeah. Probably not conducive to easy dating and motherhood juggling.
“Thank you. It’s a bit difficult. Shouldn’t run my life, though.” Sharon probably would have gone on and on about it. She wasn’t desperate to find someone, not in the slightest. She could absolutely be a single mom. But it would be better for Viv in the long run if her daughter were to see her in a healthy relationship. ...when she could comprehend that kind of thing, anyway.
“I should probably get back to work. I just… wanted to say hello.” She gave him a tired smile, clicking the screen off on her phone so she could put it away. “I didn’t mean to distract you for so long.”
“Don’t worry about it, I’m sort of just floating around right now anyway.” Nothing had come up, but that didn’t meant it wouldn’t, but Clint was mostly getting used to actually doing something anyway.
“But hey, if you ever wanted to do that old fashioned thing, where you go out, and have drinks, and meet people that way?” Clint smirked a little, just to show he was teasing, “I’m a pretty good wingman.” At the very least he knew he was awesome drinking company. “You know, if or when you get a babysitter and feel like it.” It was an offer of something a little less impersonal than internet dating, or just to hang out either way.
It’d be weird (the good kind of weird) to work with Hawkeye. The Hawk. But Sharon thought she could adjust to that weirdness quite easily. He was a good guy. And pleasant on the eyes. (Or maybe that was her lack of male attention speaking.)
“Yeah? You’d be my wingman?” She couldn’t help but grin at that thought. Clint Barton as her wingman. Sharon kinda liked that idea. “I think that can definitely be arranged. I’ll talk to Viv’s father about giving me a night off.” She was warmer inside now, and a little happier than she’d been before. “Thanks, Barton.”
He absolutely was not asking about that situation without the aid of alcohol, so Clint just gave a nod and a mock two-fingered salute right there. “No problem,” and she likely did have some work to be doing, and Clint should head, so he just started on his way again, “see you around, Carter.” Since that was very likely.