Hello! Kitcat again, and once again, I'm procrastinating on my story! ^^; Hehe. I'm sorry to those looking forward to my other continuation of my series, but I'll upload it soon! Just to tell everyone who doesn't know, I yet need to find myself a beta reader. I have friends who will, except Nodiel forgets about them, Cupcakecuddlebuns reads too slow and...then there are other people.

Disclaimer: I only own the ideas.

"Good day Agent Brandt. There has been a breach in the governments system. The group is called the Syndicate. Objectives are unknown. This is your mission, should you choose to accept it."

William Brandt, also known as Clint Barton, chuckles to himself, closing the phone as he heads to S.H.I.E.L.D. Whipping out his ID, he flashes it to the guards for entrance. Clint breathes in the fresh smell of Oxyclean and papers as he pauses at the reception desk.

"Good afternoon Agent Barton, they're waiting upstairs for your report," says the receptionist, briefly looking up at him. Her eyes are glued on the computer as she types some report or other hastily.

Agent Barton walks to the elevator, passing a small waterfall on the way, taking in the sounds of water dripping onto each other- it eases his nerves. He hasn't been back at S.H.I.E.L.D since he accepted the mission with Ethan Hunt. It was unnerving to see the IMF's secretary shot. He let's out a relieved sigh, punching the elevator button with his fingers. A ding alerts him as the two golden doors open to reveal a business man, who gives him a slight nod of the head, walk out. Clint walks in with an easy stride, and presses the button to the Sixth floor.

He hums a little tune, something along the lines of Vida La Vida by Cold Play, which clashes against the elevator music. Another dings alerts him that he has finally arrive to his floor; It opens and he steps out into a hall, turning an abrupt left, he walks along side the crème colored walls, the black tile flooring tapping against the soles of his converse. Arriving to the end of the hall, to where a door is, Clint walks in with one knock. Tony Stark is the first to see him, "Long time no see, eh? How was the old agent business? Fun playing spy?" Stark grins, a glass of alcohol in his hand as he gives Agent Barton a hand shake. "Green guy is out for today, so it's just you, me, and-"

"Good to see you again Agent Barton," cuts off Natasha Romanoff. She's wearing her usual attire. "If you may sit down..." She pointedly steps on Stark's foot, noticing that he's ooging her ass. Ignoring his shouts of pain, they sit down, side by side. Steve Rogers looks up from his phone and says his "hi" then proceeds to glue his eyes back to it, muttering about how the world's technology is simply amazing.

"Glad that you can join us," says Nick Fury, head of S.H.I.E.L.D, setting his papers down. "Good job shutting down the nuclear missile. Cobalt is dead, I assume."

Clint nods, setting down the phone that Ethan gave him. Tony eyes it with interest and says, "Saving the world one nuclear missile at a time, Barton?" He puts his hands up in surrender at the latter's glower.

"As Clint already knows, there has been a breach in the government system by a group who call themselves the Syndicate-"

"So, you're basically telling us that some hacker has gotten hold of government files?" Asks Tony with amused curiosity.

"Not only that, they are able to get into our files," continues Fury, "everyone here will be compromised- they'll have everything if they look deep enough. That includes you too Mr. Stark," he adds, cutting off Tony's interjection of how that would be impossible.

Mr. Rogers looks up from his phone and gently puts it down. Silence is the only thing that can be heard. "What are you saying?" Steve finally asks, folding his arms against his chest, phone forgotten.

Nick Fury folds his hands together and leans forward from his chair, giving everyone a steady glance. "You'll have to join Agent Barton on his mission," he breathes out.

"No," Clint says, getting up from his chair. "We're perfectly capable handling this without the Avengers." He gives everyone the same steady look. Clint turns, ignoring any objections, the phone in his hands as he opens it. Closing the door to drain out the voices of objections, he says into it, "Mission accepted."

First stop, Las Vegas. Not only does he decide that it would be a nice place to relax, but that he is required to go there due to the answer that replied back to him. On the way, he'll pick up Agent Hunt and they'll meet the rest there. Clint tosses the phone down the drain, listening to the clattering of plastic, a plop then an explosion that sounds of an echo. He throws on a jacket and sunglasses, turning the device on with a button and climbs in smoothly in the waiting vehicle. He lets out a sigh as the rumbling of cars around them alert him that they stopped. Looking out from the dark, tinted windows, Clint sees a Starbucks. They've stopped for a drink, which is weird, then again, some places that he met people were weirder than that. Much weirder, he thinks, referring to the room he woke up in after coming back from Loki's spell. Now, that was painful- having someone controlling you is weird, but having someone mess in your mind and you being unable to control what you do or say is weirder and exceptionally painful. He feels a headache going on as he walks in.

"Will!" Exclaims a voice behind him. Clint turns to see Ethan, smiling brightly, a coffee in hand. "Nice for you to join me, I was feeling a bit lonely."

Clint just gives a curt nod, trying to stay on business, though a smile is trying to fight against his straight face. It won. "Nice to see you again too. We should get going, they're waiting for us."

Ethan just shrugs, brushing off the latter's curt and stiff behavior. They climb into the backseat of the car, facing each other as it starts off towards Las Vegas. "I was talking to Benji earlier, he was rambling on about something that had to do with the previous mission. I think it was about how you wanted to be the one to seduce the next rich guy. That sounds interesting- guess it wasn't fun enough for you in there." Ethan takes a sip of his coffee. He's wearing jeans and a leather jacket that's zipped up- very casual.

"I'd like to see you in my place at that time. You'd agree too," he retorts, there's no change in his voice to show any anger or amusement to Ethan's reaction.

"Maybe, then again, I dealt with worse," muses Mr. Hunter, tossing the now empty cup in a disposable trash can in between the two. "Climbing a building that is more than 100 stories is much worse than being in-"

"Something like a furnace," cuts off Clint. He feels his phone buzz in his pocket and takes it out. It's Natasha. He shuts it off, then groans, thinking about the torture that will ensue later once she finds out that he hung up on her. Ethan doesn't make any movement that he heard the groan of annoyance.

"Well, I dealt with worse," Ethan finishes.

A lot worse? I bet you didn't have to fight with Chitauris to keep them from destroying the world along with Loki. He gives a small shudder. The car jolts. "Are we here?" He asks, opening the door to find themselves at a casino. "Venetian Resort Hotel and Casino," comments Clint appreciatively. "Why are we here?"

"Turns out the employer of the hacker might be attending the week here," says a lady's voice from behind. They turn and see Jane Carter giving them a pleasant smile. She's wearing a fancy dress, as if she's going out to a formal party tonight. "We have a suite- the Renaissance Suite, one step down from the Penthouse in fact," she continues, walking inside while giving them their key cards. They reach the elevator and she presses the appropriate button. They arrive to their floor and walk out, following her as she continues to speak. "Benji is waiting in the room. He's hung up about how the WiFi isn't working though it's a suite. I suspect that he's lying, but there's no use trying to get him away from technology. She opens the double doors to their room and let them briefly take in the fantastic layout of the place. "They've accommodated a separate room, since there aren't many sleeping areas, given to the fact that the bed is very large," she briefs, walking down a narrow hall that leads to two doors. "That one is mine," she says, pointing to the closest one, "And those are yours," she points to the door down the hall.

Clint clears his throat. "So, who gets the big one?"

"For Ethan when he seduces Mrs. Flamant- don't worry, you're not going to do anything to her. You'll just need to lead her to this room so we can get her as an asset," she turns to Clint with a small humorous smile, "Don't worry, we'll eventually find a guy for you to seduce for us."

Clint groans. "Please don't joke about that."

Ethan gives a dubious expression. "How do you know that she'll come to this room?"

"She's staying in the Penthouse- being an interior designer, she'll want to see the layouts of this room comparing to hers. It's different in real life than on the computer," she comments. "Right now Benji is hooking up to every interface in the hotel- game slots, computers, cameras and all."

"Hey guys," a nervous voice calls out to them down the hall. "I think you might want to come and see this." Every one quickly hurries over to find him furiously typing on the screen. After a moment, give or take, he finally points to a device that appears. "Apparently, she's not only hosting the part. She's also going to use it as a test to control the people attending." He clicks on another tab and opens up another part of the device.

"Why does she want to?" Asks Clint, his eyebrows furrowing at the previous device.

"She's a gooer for information," he answers then hurriedly adds, "at least that's what I got from my speculations. It seems," he continues on, "That she'll get information from everyone, use it for blackmail and/or sell it for money and more information."

"Is there anyway to stop the device?" Ethan asks, his eyes stuck to the screen.

"Yes, wearing beeswax seems to prevent the waves and complete control or destroying the activation device as well as the device itself." Benji continues to stare at the screen. "This is simply amazing- such technology hasn't been this...different since the making of Nuclear bombs and the appearance of Iron Man. Simply amazing."

"So, what is the activation device?" Jane asks, sounding resolute.

"Ah. Yeah, about that. Even through thorough hacking in the system, it seems that there's no information on it. I checked all of the files on the service- on everything, but I found nothing. It's blocked with some kind of skilled security that I am unable to get through."

Clint freezes at that. Tony could probably get through it, but I can't ask them to help. It'll compromise my cover. "Well, we'll have to make do with the beeswax for now."

"Yes, I guess we do," answer Benji, reaching into the backpack beside him and pulling out a container of beeswax. Everyone looks at him in surprise. "What?" He asks, noticing the looks they're giving him. "Emergency." The question that they were going to ask him, fail them when they hear his answer.

Natasha looks at the hotel in curiosity. "So, what floor are we in?" She asks, turning to Tony Stark, who is also the one paying for the rooms. "Close to the top almost- Renaissance Suite. They've added extra accommodations for extra people, so don't worry about anything. There's a party at 8, hosted by a French lady by the name of Mrs. Flamant." Flamingo, Natasha thinks. He continues on, not paying attention to the pause, "So, dress up." His head turns, following two girls wearing short, spandex skirts with sparkles and nearly translucent tops.

Bruce Banner heads up towards the front desk to get the cards. He's already used to Tony's antics, though he's worried about how he'll react without having JARVIS looking after him 24/7. He's stressful, Bruce sighs. Lately, the Other Guy hasn't tried to burst out, he thinks it's because most of the stress was relieved after fighting Loki, but Tony is building the stress back up.

Natasha gives a small frown, thinking about Agent Barton's expression. Lately, all she's been dreaming about is the conversation between her and Loki about Barton, only to wake up relieved to know that it has been all a dream. He's not going to be very happy about them disobeying his orders, no matter how rude they were. But it's for the better that they're here. She knows that IMF can't handle everything themselves.

Meanwhile Steve just looks at everything in pure amazement, taking in the intricately crafted chandeliers and tiled floors and everything in between. Shaking himself out of his stupor, he pulls the prowling Stark away from the two unsuspecting, flirtatious girls and pulls him towards the desk to where Bruce is having trouble.

Clint feels shivers and an uneasy feeling trail itself down his spine. "Brandt?" Questions Jane, giving him a curious and worried look. "What's wrong?"

Clint just shakes his head which shook the uneasy feeling along with it.

Thanks for reading! Review so that I can see if I messed up on anything- characterization...just anything in general. I'm sorry about the OOCness. The Venetian Resort Hotel and Casino is an actual place in Las Vegas. You can look it up and see what it looks like. The design isn't the same due to the fact that there are more characters than beds, so I added some more rooms and bigger space.