Author's Note: Well, this is my third Bonus chapter, and I'm already almost out of ideas for other ones. However, I think I'm almost ready to post the sequel. What do you think? Are you ready for more real story? As a random question, anyone got an idea for a title? I'm thinking Red Horizon. I guess you don't really have to answer that. Just glad that you're reading this! Enjoy! This chapter is really cruddy, but it started out as a good idea...

Violet-Sky paced back and forth in the living room of her and Clint's NYC apartment, ignoring Clint's eyerolls. He watched her as he scratched at the back of her head, messing up her hair. "Bourne isn't even a SHIELD agent. Why are you so worried about him?" the older Barton asked. Violet-Sky glanced over at him out of the corner of her eyes.

"He's still a Special Forces agent," she retorted.

"But Vi, let the CIA take care of it. He's their agent. You shouldn't have asked for that mission in the first place. It's dangerous and a bad idea."

"Rescue and extraction isn't exactly difficult. I'm staying undercover. I'll be fine," Violet-Sky reassured him. He looked up at her from their sofa through his light brown eyelashes. She ignored him and kept pacing. Blue-gray eyes followed her progress.

"I still don't like it," Clint decided. It was Violet-Sky's turn to roll her eyes. The purple irises under black eyelashes glanced up at the ceiling as though searching for answers.

"I'll be back in a week tops. I promise," she vowed. She kissed her cousin in his hair and ran off to her room to grab her mission gear—combat clothes, quiver, and bow. Clint watched her go and rubbed his eyes with his fingers.

Crouched in the shadows all alone, wearing a black leather jacket, Violet-Sky was waiting. Bourne promised he'd be on the bridge in exactly one minute—at sundown. Tardiness wasn't an option. It was chilly in Paris in the winter. She wrapped the leather tighter around her shoulders and zipped it up as high as it would go.

A figure appeared not far from where she was hiding. He had blue eyes and short dark brown hair. He was muscled, but not really tall. Closer to Clint's height than Thor's. One hand was clenched in his pocket. The one closest to her was pressed against his leg. Three fingers were bent into palm, like he was giving her an upside-down "peace" sign. She emerged from the shadows—silently and discreetly—and approached him.

"Did you see the football game last night?" she asked, faking a British accent.

"I did. Seventeen to thirty-four right?" he replied. Seventeen was code for left.

"No. It was uh… eighteen to thirty-four." Eighteen was code for right. Go right and keep going.

"Barton," the man whispered. The corner of Violet-Sky's mouth quirked up into a tiny half-grin.

"Bourne."

They began to walk to the right, Violet-Sky looping her arm through Bourne's elbow. He smiled—forced and totally fake—and put his other hand on her fingers. "You're SHIELD. Why did you want to come on the extraction mission?"

"My guardian is overprotective and paranoid that I'll get myself killed. I needed to get out of that apartment. I've been cooped there for a month. And I wanted a new solo mission. Haven't had one in a while. Clint—my guardian, sorry—seems to always find and excuse to come along," Violet-Sky replied, pulling on his elbow to lead him down a back-alley where the rest of the extraction crew were supposedly waiting with the van. He followed without question. They kept walking, grinning like they were just a happy couple. People would suspect that less.

Halfway down the alley, Violet-Sky completely froze and bit back about a hundred exclamations of anger and maybe one or two more choice phrases she never used. She stamped her foot like she was in a cartoon. "What is it?" Bourne asked. "What's wrong?"

"The stupid van isn't here, Jason," she retorted tightly, her jaw clenching. She let go of his arm and went over to a potted plant that for some reason was just sitting in the alley.

"What are you doing?"

"The van isn't here, so we have to make it to the airstrip the harder way," she replied, speaking quickly. From the potted plant she drew out a bow and a quiver of arrows. "I've gotta protect you for a lot longer than I thought I would."

"If you know anything about me you know I don't need to be protected," Bourne remarked. "Why isn't the van here?"

"I don't know. And I know you don't need protecting, but it's my job and good heaven that means I'm going to do it!" She slung the arrows over her back and hefted her bow to her opposite hand so she could strap on her armguard. "Come on. We can make it out of Paris completely unseen if we can get out of sight and stay that way."

"How do you stay out of sight in Paris?" Bourne asked.

Violet-Sky's lips curled up in a slow smirk as her eyes travelled up the buildings around her. "How good can you climb?" she asked. "The roofs are all dark. We can get out. Let's go!"

The bow went over her back too and she began her ascent. Bourne rolled his eyes and began to follow her. She was much younger than him, lighter, and quicker. She reached the rooftop swiftly, leaving him in the dust. He joined her after a moment. "Okay Einstein, how do we reach the outskirts from here?" he asked sarcastically. Violet-Sky shot him a look. Sarcasm was usually her area. But she grinned at him, mischief gleaming in her eyes.

"This way." She took off running over the roof, Bourne only paces behind her. She didn't know how long they ran or how many times she jumped across terrifying gaps several stories up, but she did know that when they reached the darker outskirts that she was sweaty and tired. She panted and put her hands on her head to help with her heavy breathing. She pointed behind her at the airstrip. "Get on the plane. Now. We're going back to New York," she ordered. Bourne rushed off to the small white plane that was sitting on the runway. After she got her breath back, Violet-Sky followed him.

Inside the plane Bourne was sitting on a chair looking edgy. "I know you don't like planes, but this is the only way back home."

"It's not that I don't like planes. It's that this went way too smoothly. We weren't even shot at. Not once. It… concerns me," Bourne replied. "It was too easy." Violet-Sky had to admit he had a point. She was used to a little more violence.

"I guess we better strap in," she remarked, sitting opposite Bourne. "If we don't we'll get hit by an anti-aircraft missile and crash in the middle of the Atlantic." She knocked on the mahogany table between them that was bolted to the floor. Bourne actually cracked a smile and knocked on the wood too. Violet-Sky pulled her bow and quiver off her back and a cloth out of her pocket. With swift movements she polished it idly.

The ride back to New York was way too easy for comfort. Bourne fidgeted the entire time. Trying to calm him down, Violet-Sky turned on the calming music that she'd already planned for. She didn't think it was going to do any good, but it was at the very least worth a shot. She kept polishing her bow. The repetitive movement was therapeutic for her. Like coloring.

The plane touched down and Bourne was out in an instant. Violet-Sky followed a little slower.

The second she hit the tarmac, an explosion knocked her to the ground, scratching her face up. Turning, she saw the plane crumbling in flames.

Hands grabbed her and hauled her to her feet. Assuming it was someone bad, she began to struggle—and by struggle that means fight. Her instincts reacted and it looked like she was gaining the upper hand until she was pinned down. "Easy tiger," Bourne said reassuringly. "Just trying to help."

"Never scare me or I'll kill you out of sheer reaction," she advised him. He pulled her up again and she dug her cell phone out of her pocket. "Clint?" she asked when the call went live. "Yeah, I have him right here, but we've encountered some… problems." She paused. "No, no, no. We're fine. The plane just exploded. So we'll take a little longer than usual… Yes, we're headed to Virginia. We need to get back to Langley… No, for some reason the plane couldn't just drop us off there… Yes… Love you too. Bye." She hung up.

"Your guardian?"

"Yeah. If I didn't call him he'd have a hissy fit."

"How do we get to Langley from here?" Bourne asked.

Violet-Sky ran a hand over her braid, looking stressed, and began making towards the shrubbery that lined the airstrip. "I don't know. But we have to."

"You weren't expecting this were you?"

"There's an I-told-you-so in that voice," she retorted. "But actually, I was expecting something like this to happen." The corners of her lips turned up. "There was no one on that plane but us. Unmanned aircraft is hardly new." She shrugged as a dark van pulled up to the airstrip. The backdoor slid open and there was Clint, looking amused and smug. "We found the bomb before we took off."

"You didn't feel the need to share this with me?"

"Oh my heck you sound like Steve," she muttered, remembering the last time she saw the captain. "But no. The less you knew the better off we'd be. Sorry." She took his wrist and dragged him to the van. He was looking irked that she'd kept him in the dark, but relieved to be alive.

"The drive to Langley will take a while, but we brought coloring books," Clint said. Violet-Sky popped a kiss on his cheek, sat down, and strapped herself in.

A Disney coloring book landed on her lap, thrown to her by the driver. "Thanks Natasha." A large pack of colored pencils followed. Those she caught before one of them could poke someone's eye out. She flipped open the first page to see Belle already colored in—with one difference. Instead of her deep brown eyes from the cartoon, they were shaded a dark purple. "Hardy-har-har," she said. "Who did this one?" Bourne strapped himself in the row behind her.

"I did," Clint said, plopping down next to her.

"Very funny," she remarked.

End Note: As always, thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoyed! Sorry the chapter wasn't very good. It sounded like a great idea in my head, but it turned out to be... lacking. Sorry for the disappointment. I'll try and make a better one next time!

To "Guest": I only watched about five episodes of Agents of SHIELD before a Band Concert and other events outside of my control caused me to miss several and by that time I would have been hopelessly lost to jump back in. So, I don't watch it. I'd love to try, but it would be terrible. Besides, I need to keep the Coulson-is-dead bit intact for the sequel. So, it probably won't happen. So, so, so terribly sorry. I had other reviews, but they weren't asking any questions. So, to you, I say THANK YOU! To "callieandjack": I'm surprised you've never even heard of Supernatural. It's a huge fandom. Fascinating. You're still awesome.

You're ALL still awesome! Thanks for reading!

~Cass