Hawkeye x Reader- Chapter 2 First Encounter

Fat rain drops buffeted the tinted windows of the black SUV. Apart from the sound of the windscreen wipers and traffic it was completely silent. For once you wanted some sort of sound or noise to distract you from your thoughts. However the agent in the front seat was completely silent, he had not uttered a single word since you entered. You checked your phone for the sixth time within the hour. It wasn’t really that much of a surprise to see that there were no new calls or messages. Biting your lip nervously you gazed out the fogging up window, watching the miserable looking city rush past.
“Where are we going?” Your voice seemed to startle the agent behind the wheel. Had he completely forgotten your presence?
“To one of the many S.H.I.E.L.D owned facilities in this city.”
“Umm… yeah I kinda already assumed that, where is it?”
The agent was silent for a moment before replying. “Location is classified Miss.”

Resting your head against the window you once again unlocked your phone, deciding to this time cruise your Facebook news feed. Disappointingly it only contained a few overused memes and statuses, all of them bitching about the weather.
“So…. Ahhh, what’s your name?” The agent in front of you may be boring, but what else did you have to do?
He sighed, glancing at you in the review mirror. “Codename is Steele, my real name does not matter. I am only here to take you to your next location. Like a glorified taxi driver.”
You took that as a hint that you weren’t going to get very much out of him.

After what felt like a millennium, the car slowly pulled into a large industrial looking compound. Coming to a halt before a large gate, the driver began to speak into an intercom in a hushed tone. With a high pitched creak the gates slowly opened mechanically, giving you a perfect view of what could only be headquarters.

A large warehouse like building stood in the centre of a concrete compound, surrounded by huge walls, similar to the ones you see around a prison. Official looking men and women; some wearing jumpsuits, others wearing office wear, were positioned all around. You couldn’t help but feel slightly intimidated; every person in this place seemed to carry heat. Here you were fresh out of high school going to join a secret task force that you still knew nothing about.

A nicely dressed female with short strawberry blonde hair opened the car door. She quickly ushered you through one of the heavy doors in the warehouse like building, her high heels clipping loudly on the pavement. “Where are we going?” She just smiled and lead you into an empty conference room, with double sided mirrors on one wall.
“Just take a seat here Miss ______, Director Fury and agent Barton will be with you shortly.” She faked a smile turning to leave. “Oh! Where are me manners? Can I get you refreshment?” You almost laughed at her fakeness, turning down her offer and watching her leave.

“Well she was a bucket of fun!” You murmured to yourself sarcastically, as you sat stiffly on one of the two uncomfortable chairs provided. Of course you had realized you would have to have a meeting with Fury but who was this other person? What had ‘Miss Fun’ said their name was? Barty? No…. unconsciously you played with your (h/c) hair. Barting? Than it came to you. “OH! BARTON!”
“That’s me.”
You looked up in surprise to see two men standing in the doorway. One of them was Fury, looking as pissed as ever. However the other man, you had yet to meet.
“S-sorry?” You felt your cheeks warm as you looked the new comer up and down. He had short dirty blonde colored hair, and gorgeous hazel eyes that were playful.
He smirked crossing his large arms, muscles clearly sticking out from beneath his black shirt. “You practically shouted my name just before.”
Fury and Barton silently took their seats, Barton electing to sit closest to you. You looked at him with a smile, getting caught up in his hazel coloured pools.
Fury his throat, getting your attention. “Before you can even start basic training S.H.I.E.L.D must ensure you are going to make a capable agent. Agent Barton and myself are going to be conducting most of the tests.”
“Wait, so its not guaranteed I’m going to be working here?” Your (e/c) eyes darted between both of the men before you.
“It not only takes a lot of effort, but also a lot of funding to properly train an agent to good standard miss ____. We prefer not to waste our resources.” Fury shuffled through some paper work. “We’ll start with the academic testing first.”
You looked at him wide eyed. Great more tests! You had only narrowly passed high school, how would you pass some advance secret agent test?