—-King's pov, 6 months later—-
I shouted all out in Arabic, " Fuck those heathens! We will kill them all!"
To show me agreeing with that, I smashed the bottle at the news supporting Israel. I got a bunch of nods in appreciation and a few more call outs supporting me.
""We will Kill them all.""
As expected, the idiot leader got to his feat saying his own words, "We, the Hamas, are Allah's chosen to purge….."
I tuned out the terrorist's crap, which, according to him, Allah has given him the right to kill everything that pisses him off.
Shield wouldn't have bothered with this group until some idiot from this base has put orders of plutonium and kidnapping nuclear scientists in the dark web, underworld mercenaries hangout …
Well, it put them on World security council's radar, especially when they tried to kidnap technicians, physicians, chemists, etc. Yep, the idiot decided he will try to research super soldier serum.
I shook my head, wondering whether the idiot thinks he is the first one to try for nuclear and super soldier serum. Everything related to both the topics has been in tight control of Shield /SSR since world war-2. The only way you can touch those two is from within the system or support from Hydra to hide the folly.
KNOCK KNOCK
"Come in, about time."
Women servants, dressed in burqas, hired from local villages, came in with the Jars, alcohol and weed.
GULP
"AHA, that's what I am taking about."
"Allah, this is marvellous stuff."
POOF
I tried my best to not breathe in the smoke. It would be very awkward to get drugged and reveal myself in a terrorist base. Especially in this hall filled with terrorists whose shift has been completed.
Fuck, Clint. Can't you find something else for me? One mistake, I will be torn to pieces, literally.
I have seen enough Jews captured by these guys and they have literal hard-on for this torture.
I wish these guys are only complimenting the weed or alcohol, but each of them is dragging one woman down to their corner. Some going together. Fuck, I don't know whether these women are even consenting to this.
Times like this make me wonder, maybe going a vigilante, or hero is much better.
"Sher, my brother, why are you not enjoying yourself?"
I turned towards the leader and answered, "Of course. I am choosing her."
Considering the attention, I followed suit to the woman standing in front of me.
"HAHA, good boy."
Ignoring the whistles and tease from the trash of the earth. I told the women while making her sit on my lap and hugging her close. "Why don't you help me with the drink, Habibi? My hands are quite busy right now."
The other trash laughed happily as I fondled her all over the body.
Clint, you asshole, finish your job already.
Perhaps he heard my inner feeling because Clint pulled through. I felt it, the smell of blood.
I offhandedly heard the knock on the door again.
MOAN
While one drunk idiot went for the idiot, the woman in my hands moaned a lot. Well, I am guilty considering I put hands on her clothes. Just as I caught what I was searching for, the door opened.
This time the door revealed a muscular macho with black cooling glasses, dressed for war. Of course, the most eye-catching things are the bow and the quiver.
"Ok, boys. Fun time is over and you can die."
"Enemie-"
BANG
He could not even finish his words before the bullet pierced his head from the back.
The terrorists all turned to the source of the gunshot to see me with my hands still in the clothes of the women in my lap, but a smoke filled hole in burqa revealed the truth.
I could only shrug my shoulders and say, "I have been meaning to do this all day."
So, I roughly tore through the burqa to reveal my two hands having a desert eagle, "Bye, bitches."
CLICK CLACK
Clint and Sharon in my lap followed through their own guns. Well, my gun in Sharon's case.
BANG BANG BANG BANG
BANG
"TRA-"
BANG BANG
BANG
BANG
"You bastards, how dare you-"
BAM
GAG
Sharon showed the terrorist leader how daring she was. She took out two knives left in her utility belt and stabbed his hands into his knees.
BAM BAM BAM BAM
I have a feeling that the women was not here with consent. Letting her vent on behalf of the trapped women, I asked Clint, "So you got everything?"
Clint nodded. "Rescued the scientists. The materials are being transported by the grunts and the data being copied by our tech guys."
Grunts are the right words for level 1 and level 2 agents. They essentially do menial tasks, give support and pay the bills for hotel rooms, etc.
Sharon and I, just based on being field agent geared for combat, are already level 3 agent. She had Peggy carter, and I had Clint as background to wave the green flag for menial requirements like background checks.
I am thrilled with my decision to thrust myself in front of higher-ups. Just the fact that I am beside Hawkeye deters Hydra. In a way, Peter is my lucky charm.
"AHHHH,"
I shivered as I saw Sharon removed both knives and thrust them both into the terrorist leader's dick.
PTOOH
She spat on the dying trash and went out of the room while taking the women, who must have been blackmailed and raped for a long time.
Their sad fate aside, I asked Clint, "She wouldn't take the fact that I had to molest her to keep the disguise seriously, right?"
I had no other choice. If I have to blame someone, then it is Clint. He made me monitor the Terrorist leader while he silently killed the base full of Terrorist. The fact he did that without a sound is scary. Even more scary is the fact that Black Widow is even better than Clint in silent killing.
Clint answered my question. "Nay. Agents are mature enough to process the fact that it is just their job. Nothing more or nothing less."
I felt relief. Having a string of sex friends in the cheerleader team is one thing, but trying the same with professional killers is plain stupidity. Just a couple of years more for me to end this hormone raging teenage.
—Clint Barton' pov, Nick Fury's office—
"….So, both of them are ready to be their own agents."
I completed my report on both of them, Sharon and Kingston. Both of them could be special requirement. Unlike the normal procedure, they are eligible to jump up in ranks because they are just that talented.
Especially that kid, Kingston. His foul mouth aside, He really is incredible. I only need to say an improvement once. He will remember it, continue to practice it, and make it part of him. Be it combat or otherwise.
Considering the frown on Nick Fury's face, Kingston's talent seems to have extended to nerd side too.
Well, Kingston learned Arabic and muslin mythology for the infiltration in Hamas. I can see why Kingston wanted to join the tech. He is a bona fide nerd.
The problem is that unlike Shield's combat division, which can be easy to pass, tech is different. Shield's tech and research side has knowledge from Howard Stark, Hank Pym and many other geniuses. Considering Kingston's talent, he can easily rise in the tech department. Unlike Sharon, Kingston is a like an itch that needs to be scratched for Nick Fury.
Talent like that won't fall on our laps from the sky, especially from normal civilian background. Despite the many backgrounds checks, Nick Fury can't help but try to see if Kingston is a spy. Such paranoid nature is a must have quality for director of Shield.
Nick Fury finally gave his verdict. "From today, those two will be allotted to a new team, and you are henceforth recruited back into your missions."
Training the kids, preventing nuclear wars, striking down drug cartels etc…. is fine. The true duty of the shield is to deal with the freaks and monsters. I had it easy for 1 and half year but I guess no more.
I need to go check my bombs arrow, laser arrows and EMP arrows. In fact, I better increase all the arrows.
Now that I think about it, I should tell the kids about the news, but then remembered that Fury will handle that, anyway. Might as well use my free time for a date with Laura.
—-Back to King's pov—-
You would think the Hawkeye is has the decency to say that we have been made independent but no, he didn't.
Well, I am thinking too much if I am considering Clint's decency. The asshole threw me into a filled with criminals with no weapons and information. I got too lucky and skilled to survive the Jack-Alphones-Sharon ambush.
Maria Hill is glaring at us both for being late for our first independent mission debrief. As if we know that. Till now, Clint was the one who did the mission debrief. We only have to deal with the shrinks.
[Mission no 21s34: Find the details of weapon smuggling from Stark Warehouse 432.]
Normally, it is a simple thing. Go to the warehouse, hack into the systems, and find the details. We don't have to bother about Jarvis informing Stark because Shield will take care of Tony Stark's tantrum without exposing its identity.
The problem here is that I watched Iron Man movie, So I know that the head guy behind the smuggling operation is the one of the board members of Stark industries and most importantly it's 2nd largest shareholder.
Obadiah Stane might as well be ruling the Stark empire, since Tony Stark spends most of his time as a playboy.
Oh well, I can just do the bare minimum and find the details specified on the mission. So, I turned towards my teammate, Sharon.
"So, we might as well get this done."
Sharon just gave a nod and said, "Sure."
Seriously, what does she have against me? It is not about the Hamas mission. I know because she fucking kicked me in the balls during the Mexico mission to sell her disguise. I put it aside and she will also do the same, like mature Sheild agents.
So, I choose to be blunt. "What's your problem? If it is about Hamas infiltration, it is your fault for keeping the guns there. I had no choice but to —"
Sharon cut my words short by saying, "It's not about that. That is something I am okay with. I am not a virgin high school girl. I had been training all my life to be an agent. So, don't take me to be naïve. Mr. Genius."
Ok, someone is jealous. Clint gave the same training he gave me to Sharon. The result was not as good as me. Sure, Sharon is improving rapidly, but not as much as that Hawkeye could be benched from his serious missions.
I must say, I might have been a bit of an asshole about that while shooting her with dummy bullets in the past six months.
"It feels wrong for Uncle Howard and Aunt Peggy's legacy being used against their beliefs."
If we put aside the fact they can be called gramps based on their age, I understand her feeling. Especially when she or her family is the 3rd largest shareholder of Stark industries. Yes, she is a billionaire, if not a multimillionaire.
Grandma Peggy has the foresight to invest every savings of her and her family into stark industry. It helped a lot.
"So, I have a doubt? Sharon,"
"Yes."
"Didn't Howard Stark die before we were born?"
By the winter solider himself. Not that I can say that aloud before getting a hole in my head. At least, not yet.
She shook her head and replied, "Perhaps. But Aunt Peggy always kept going on and on about her friends."
That and the fact, your wealth comes from Stark industry is enough. What can I say? I am a cynical boy about love and friendship. Except maybe vision, Wanda and other proved characters in MCU timeline.
I had a good idea. "Why don't we use your Stark Shares to access the records directly?"
It will be simple and not be a pain in the ass. Though, When I said that I thought it will be rejected.
"Sure, let's do that."
Under a dumbfounded gaze, she took out her phone and dialed a number. "Aunt Peggy, it's me Sharon. You see…"
It was only now did I saw the backing of a powerful person. I can already imagine an old Peggy carter calling her nephew Tony stark or Stark industries and ordering them for a copy of the data.
DING
I watched with increased amusement as her phone rang up and we had completed the mission without even moving out of the room. I can only say nepotism is so fun.
"Good God! Sharon, you are the spoiled rotten princess of Shield. HAHAHA."
Sharon replied without a second's delay, "You are the man whore of Shield."
While it was just joking, I couldn't leave it alone. There is a reason my psyche-eval has petty as drawback: "You know, I didn't have sex for 1 and half years. If I am going to have that title, I would rather fuck somebody. If you will not fuck, then stop with the title. I am pissed about it, as it was."
I'm known in the Shield circle for my wild past because of my flashy recruitment that had a massive background check on me, and psychological evaluation.
Unfortunately, the therapists here gossip and don't respect privacy.
Since we're a spy organization, only non-sensitive info leaks out, and people are most interested in sex and love scandals.
For instance, Agent Witman had a bullet in his butt that caused problems for his sex life, and Agent Julie had an affair with her teammate on her wedding anniversary.
As expected, divorces are common among agents too.
Despite these messy personal lives, shield agents are skilled spies. So, there is always someone ready to get into relation with them.
Sharon couldn't help but ask, "Why is everyone so obsessed with sex?"
I answered with experience, "A good stress relief."
Especially in an intense field like Shield agent. I had such feeling since I was reborn, so no wonder I slipped into sex when teenage hit me like a truck. The last year and a half of the dry spell has given me some control over myself, at least.
The only other options are gambling or drugs. We know touching those two is a big no-no if you want to pursue a career as a shield agent."
Seeing Sharon thinking over my words, I continued, "This is the reason the agents who survive their 50 retire in peace."
Or they die. Like I said, if they survive.
In a way, Barton and Laura are right. If they want a stable relationship, at least one of them should retire. But, you can't just quit shield easily. Hence, the valuable Hawkeye took one for his team [family] and become Sheild's hawk that hunts down everyone on their hit list.
Considering the rumours I heard, Laura applied for resignation yesterday. Only I and a few others know she is going to wed Hawkeye. At least, Clint is decent enough to give me wedding invitation to his super secret wedding.
In a way, I am jealous of Clint. A stable and loving family. I am not sure I can do that, considering the knowledge I have in my head.
Speaking of marriage, it struck my mind that Sharon was rich and powerful. Especially when I remember that Post-endgame captain has been spending his retirement with Peggy carter in secret.
"Hey, Sharon. You are crazy rich, right?"
"Not me, but my Aunt peggy."
"Why don't you marry me?"
"Never."
"Come on."
"Never."
"I will stay loyal to you and be a good boy. You know, I won't bother to lie."
"Never."
Tch
She is quite blunt.
—-Maria Hill's office—-
"…Good. Consider my favour to Miss peggy completed."
Sharon received the job of messenger to her aunt.
I wouldn't bother with the exchange of favours between the founder of the shield and the 2nd in command of shield. But, damn, this is insane.
[ Mission Number 23s43o
Analyse the smuggling data from stark industry and find the chain of command in weapons smuggling syndicate.]
While we walked out of the room, I asked her, "Is it too much in favour of us?"
Under her questioning expression, I continued saying, "I mean, won't the other agents gossip about nepotism or something?"
Sharon shrugged and said, "So, I have access to world's most powerful industry. Giving me the mission can solve it faster and with little resources from Shield."
I nodded at her logic but couldn't help curse behind her back with envy at her good background.
"Now, we must get into Stark industries. There is a limit to what we can find from the system."
I couldn't help but ask, "Can't you make a call?"
Sharon shook her head and said, "If I enter the workplace with the shareholder's power, I would be like a whore on spotlight."
I am sure if I said the same thing, she would have shot me.
Considering how much contribution she gave to the mission, I pinched in, "I have a way with that."
"How?"
"Let's just say I have a friend who got a job in Stark Labs and research."