Hope you like my new story :) The start bit may be a bit smutty, but the rest is less! :P

"Target is entering the restaurant." Clint said. Me and, the one and only, Captain America were in the VIP section of a top class restaurant, awaiting a HYDRA agent to exchange a plan for a new HYDRA base in New York. We had been given an anonymous tip, which turned out to be a very helpful one because the target had now shown up.

"His eyes are scanning the room and are nearly over to you."

"Kiss me." I said and he looked at me in surprise.

"I'm sorry?" He asked and I rolled my eyes. I put my hand on the back of his head and nearly yanked his lips to mine. There were no plates to get in the way of our exchange because we hadn't ordered. We even told the waiters and waitresses not to come to us. His lips were soft and untouched, but when he eventually decided to kiss me back, he seemed to be more experienced than I thought. We kissed for several seconds and I thought that the agent would've stopped scanning the crowds but Clint hadn't said anything. Steve's left hand cupped my cheek and our kisses got deeper and deeper.

"Mr. Redmond." I heard the agent say over comms and I pulled away.

"Clint you asshole. Why didn't you tell us he had stopped looking?" I asked quietly.

I heard him giggle quietly and say "Sorry, it was just too funny seeing Cap under pressure. Also, you two make a cute couple." We are not a couple.

"You are a dickhead, Hawk." I replied, glaring at the vent on the ceiling. I could practically see Steve say the word "language" in his mind at me.

It looked like I was talking to Steve about the rise in economy from anyone else's perspective, but I was actually listening to the exchange going on between the HYDRA agent and one of our SHIELD agents posing as HYDRA, who was called Matthew Jones. I had the better viewpoint of their table, so I looked at Steve talked.

"Do you have the plans?" The 'HYDRA' agent asked.

"Here." He replied and handed over a scroll to out agent.

"I'm guessing that all the relevant information is in here?"

"Yes." He replied and our agent was about to get up, but was stopped by the man. Had we been found out? I thought as Steve continued to fake conversation.

"There are two S.H.I.E.L.D agents sitting at table 13." Shit. "Agent Maria Hill and Captain America, aka. Steve Rogers. I suggest that we conclude this as a business deal and get out of here via the back kitchen entrance."

"Stay calm and keep looking at Rogers. Once they've gone, I'll signal for you to intercept at back door." Clint said through the comms. The SHEILD agent nodded, obviously improvising with the situation they had.

"I've told the chefs to make a fuss about them using that exit." Clint reported as they walked over to the doors of the kitchen.

"Go now!" He shouted and we quickly ran out of the restaurant, him slightly faster than me due to his super solider serum. We didn't take any bags or coats to make our mission easier. No heels either.

We ran our and round the corner to the back door. Steve was on one side of the door and me on the other. He ran out, pushed past me and knocked me sideways. Steve made a run for him, but I got him first. I tazed him and he went crashing to the ground. The fake HYDRA agent checked on him.

"A taser?" Steve asked. "Do you always carry a taser on you?"

"Have you ever heard of Darcy Lewis?" I asked, but before he could answer, someone landed on the ground, holding a wire that was attached to the roof.

"Nice work Hill." Clint said, smiling at the knocked out body on the floor. "I'll call Fury." He said and went to join the other SHIELD agent.

I turned to Steve. "Good job, Steve." I smiled, putting the taser back into my holster.

"Thank you. You too."

"The kiss wasn't too bad either you know." I mentioned and he blushed. I laughed slightly, patted him on the back and walked off. "See you back at base." I shouted over my shoulder and got into the car at the end of the valley.

"Don't we get a lift?" Clint asked, over him comms once I was in the car.

"Can't you just fly over here, Hawk?"

"Haha. Very funny." Clint deadpanned. "You're a twat, you know that?"

"Language." Steve said, right before saying "Dammit!"

"Totally becoming a catch phrase Cap." I commented before taking the earpiece out of my ear and placing it in my bag next to me. I left it in the car, because who knows when you need to run out of a restaurant and you've used up all 17 of your guns. It's happened before.

I arrived at new Avengers facility and scanned my finger on the glass door. Tony's company was now running the old Avengers Tower (previously known as Stark Tower) and the new one was accommodating all of the Avengers, original and new.

"Welcome Agent Hill." JARVIS greeted me. His manners were just as good as Steve's. "How was your mission?"

"Tiring, but I left the boys there to walk their way home so that cheered me up a bit."

"I'm afriad your hypothesis isn't correct Miss Hill. The boys are already in the living room." JARVIS replied as I stepped into the elevator.

"How did they get here so fast?" I asked, curiously. Does Clint really know how to fly now?

"Thor and Vision were sent over to give them a lift Miss Hill."

"Sent over by whom?"

"By me." a voice came over the speaker system in the lift.

"Rogers. I hate you."

"I hope not, because i've made you food."

I raised my eyebrows. "Food? What kind of food?"

"Hot food."

"What kind of hot food?"

"Waffles with golden syrup." I paused for a couple of seconds before whispering "Damn you Rogers."

The lift doors opened and Steve was standing there, plate of waffles in hand. "Why do you have to be so God damn charming?" I asked, mainly to myself, but he started to answer it anyway.

"Well I don't think charming is the right-"

"The question was rhetorical Rogers." I said, going over to the kichen area and grabbing a fork. The Avengers living room was a red colour, dimmed lighting and had amazing technology. There was one long window on the right side of the room, which showed the entire exterior grounds of the facility, but the blinds were down because it was now nighttime. Outside of the windows, was a balcony which I often sat on to obvserve the training areas. Also on the right hand side was a big flat screen television next to the elevator that was surrounded by sofas and beanbags with a coffee table as a centre piece. The kitchen was on the left side of the room, along with the doors that led to the private Avengers training areas and the private rooms of all the Avengers.

"Ah right." he answered, which pulled me out of my thoughts of how magnificent the room was.

"So how are you going to spend your evening then Rogers?" I asked, getting a glass of water from the tap to wash down the sickly, yet moreish, taste of golden syrup and waffles.

"I think I might spend it in the gym."

"Do you ever get out of that gym apart from missions? You do three things - missions, eat and training. I've never even seen you sleep."

"I've slept for seventy years ma'am. No need for any more."

"Everyone needs sleep. Even if you've had a lifetime of it. Spend the next lifetime having an equal amount of sleep and activity. That way you get the best of both worlds." I said, sitting down on the sofa nearest to the window. "Blinds up." I ordered and JARVIS lifted up the blinds, allowing the moon to shine through the windows.

"I do sleep." he argued, sitting next to me.

"How much sleep do you get each night?"

"It depends on the mission."

"On average."

"It also depends on the night." he said and I could tell that he said it absentmindedly.

"What do you mean that it 'depends on the night'?" I asked and he turned his head to face me.

"It doesn't matter." he said, shaking his head and sipping some of his drink, which he must've made while I was sitting down and sorting out the blinds.

"Of course it matters. Now tell me what you mean."

He breathed out heavily and placed his drink on the coffee table. "Sometimes...I get...these nightmares."

"Bucky?" I asked, thinking of the first thing that could come into my head. He nodded slowly. "You can't blame yourself."

He waved his hand. "I've had that lecture enough from too many people. I don't need another."

"I'm sorry." I said, sipping from my glass again, giving me something to do. We sat in silence for a couple of minutes before he asked. "So how many hours do you get?"

"I'm sorry?" I said, this time from confusion. What does he mean?

"How many hours of sleep do you get a night?" he asked, firing the same question back.

"I asked first."

He nodded. "Okay...with or without nightmares."

"Both." I responded.

"So...without nightmares I get about 4 hours. With...I only get about an hour at the most." I placed my hand on his shoulder and stroked it, trying to show some sort of sympathy. I wasn't very good at this sort of thing. I trained people, I didn't pity them or look after them. I am a trainer.

"What about you?" he asked as I withdrew my hand.

"Me? I get about 2 tops with nightmares and 5 tops without, but sometimes I can't get out of my nightmares." He chuckled and I asked "What?"

"You are complaining about me not getting any sleep when you hardly get any yourself." he said and I couldn't really argue.

"I can function on five hours. I have to function on five hours." I said, without thinking. I stopped myself and slumped against the sofa.

"Tell me what you mean by that." he said softly and I decided to take a shot and open up to him. You never know. It might help.

"I'm Assistant Director. I have to be there almost 24/8." I said and I think he got that reference, because he laughed slightly. "I need to be there to protect them, just like you do." I said and sat back up to get a drink.

"I know." he said and we both leant against the back of the sofa again. We sat there for a couple of minutes, looking out at the grounds and the moon, thinking about how we both got here. "This is not how I expected my night to go." he said, humour in his words.

"Yeah, mine neither." I said. "You tired?" I asked.

He shook his head and then turned it to me. "Are you?"

I nodded and said "I'll leave you to beat the punchbags to death." He laughed at my comment and I got up, taking the empty glasses with me. I put them in the sink, as well as the waffle plate, and made my way over to the private dorms, but just before I touched the door handle, Steve said "Hey Hill?"

I turned round and said "Yeah, what is it? If you are going to ask me to train with you then it is going to be a no."

He chuckled and then said "No, it's not that. I just wanted to say thank you. For that little pep talk."

"You're welcome. If you want to do it again then just let me know."

"I will." he said, with that little innocent American smile of his and I opened the door. As I walked down the corridor, to my room, I looked at all of the doors as I went through. They all had circles respresenting the people that were in the different rooms. It was a long corridor. A very long corridor. There was a green fist, just incase a certain green man decided to come crawling back to us, a bow and arrow, a Black Widow symbol, an American shield, red mist, a hammer, Stark's arc reactor, a set of wings, a gun, an ant, because we were expecting Scott Lang to arrive any day soon, a gem stone and then at the very end a white crystal, representing 'The cold heart of Agent Chill' in Starks words. I didn't care, but it was little disrespectful of him, but then again when is Stark not like that?

I scanned my thumb print and entered the huge palace that was my room. There was a big glass table in the centre, with about 12 sockets, which were nearly all filled with the different appliances that I use. There were two doors on one side of the room, containing my wardrobe and my bathroom, and then my bed on the other side. I chucked my bag on the floor and got changed into my playsuit pyjamas.

I got into bed and said "JARVIS, lights off."

"Of course ma'am." he said and followed my orders.

"Oh and JARVIS?"

"Yes, Miss Hill."

"Tell Rogers to stop killing punchbags. They might be getting a little tired of being beaten up."

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