Avengers Imagines

11* New Girl (Clint Barton)

Nick Fury had found you at a young age, keeping you a secret from everyone but Coulson. It wasn't until you reached the age of 19 that he took you out of hiding.

There had been an attack in New York, causing Fury to become desperate and restart something that never started in the first place. He pulled well known fighters and hero's from all over, creating a team known as the Avengers. The Avengers went into battle against aliens, winning in the end.

And it was again that they went into battle, fighting an army of robots. They had gained a few new recruits after that battle, but Fury was afraid it wasn't enough. So he made you join.

You were a trained assassin from the beginning, growing stronger and faster with each passing year. You were good with any kind of weapon. Ranging from knives to guns. Fury had made sure you were the best from the beginning.

You walk into Stark Towers, following closely behind Fury. You didn't go through the same process as the other newbies. You didn't train like Wanda and Falcon. Fury trained you on your own. He was like a father to you, and Coulson like your uncle. They were the only people you've ever met or known besides your teachers.

"Fury, nice of you to drop by," a cheery voice calls. Your eyes snap to a man that has just entered the room, staring at a tablet. His eyes flicker up for a moment before returning to the screen, only to snap back up and make contact with yours. "Who's this?"

"Tony, this is (Y/N)," Fury replies, motioning to you. You stand straight, your legs shoulder width apart and your hands folded behind your back. You hold your chin up high as Tony's eyes scan the entire length of your body, lingering some places more than others. You were already warned about him. You knew everything about everyone.

"Nice to meet you," Tony greets, holding his hand out for you to take. You place your hand in his, keeping a straight face. He pulled your hand to his lips, placing a lingering kiss on your knuckles. You smirk as you squeeze his hand a bit harder, making his smile falter before he Rios his hand from yours. "What is she doing here?"

"She's the newest Avenger. And my daughter, so I expect you to keep your hands to yourself if you want to keep them," Fury warns, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Your daughter? She looks nothing like you!" Tony exclaims, clearly shocked. "She gorgeous and youre- well, you're you. Besides, I'm not scared of you Fury."

"I'm adopted Mr. Stark," you explain, moving to fold your arms over your chest as well. "And it's not him you need to watch out for."

"Noted. Let's go meet the rest of the team, kid."

You follow Tony to the elevators, standing a good foot away from him once inside. He whistles as the elevator takes you both upstairs, his eyes glancing over at you every now and then, taking in your appearance. You were wearing a red leather suit, similar to Natasha's. But yours was made differently. Yours has an enhancement to make it deflect bullets. Only way to hurt you is hand to hand combat or a bullet to the head.

"That's quite a revealing outfit you know. Surprised Fury is letting you wear it," Tony comments. You keep your eyes forward as the elevator dings and the doors slide open.

"He designed it himself," you reply, stepping out of the elevators. He follows, admiring the way the leather fits around your ass.

"Who's this?" Someone questions. You pause, turning to two men standing next to Tony. Ones taller and more muscular than the other, wearing a tight blue tshirt while the other sports a lab coat.

"(Y/N), the newest member of the Avengers," Tony replies. "(Y/N), this is-"

"Captain Steve Rogers and Doctor Bruce Banner," you cut him off, moving forward to shake their hands. "I've read all about you boys."

"Then it's safe to assume you know everyone else," Steve states. You simply nod in reply. "What's your specialty?"

"Hand to hand combat mostly. I'm good with knives or anything that can be vital. I'm good with long range weapons as well, but I prefer being up close and personal."

"Let's see what you can do," Steve motions for you to follow him. He leads you down a few hallways before pushing open a set of doors. You walk into the gym, taking it all in.

On one end of the room, Natasha wrestles with Sam, clearly trying to teach him hand to hand combat. On the other end, Clint is sitting on a bench, cleaning his bow and arrows. You make your way over to Natasha, watching as she pins Sam to the mat. She spots you standing there, releasing Sam as she stands and examines you.

"Who are you?" She questions, her body tense.

"This is (Y/N), Furys daughter," Tony answers, walking up and placing a hand on your shoulder. You glare at him and he pulls it away. "She's adopted."

"Would you mind fighting her?" Steve questions the red haired assassin. She motions for you to get into your fighting stance where Sam had once stood. You do so, watching as she gets ready. You both lunge at the same time.

She goes for your legs, but you jump over her, spinning quickly to deliver a kick to her back. She flies forward, stumbling a bit before standing up and facing you again. A series of kicks and punches are delivered to each assassin, but in the end you're able to pin her. You stand quickly as everyone claps.

"She handed you your ass Romanoff," Clint comments, having put down his arrows at some point in time to come over and watch the fight.

"I'll hand you yours too, bird brain," you shoot back, a small smile on your face. "I guarantee I'm a better archer than you."

"I doubt that," he snorts, crossing his arms.

"Let's find out," you pull a small box off the side of your uniform, pushing the button on it. Your bow forms, red lines glowing on it. Fury had the bow designed for easy access and for less weight. You had all sorts of weapons stored all over your suit. The arrows form almost from the air. In reality, there's small microbots built into the bow, forming into any kind of arrow needed with the push of the button on your bows handle.

Clint grabs his bow and arrows, moving to stand in front of the targets. He fires first, landing an arrow in the dummies chest. He fires two more, landing the in different spots on its chest. You keep a serious face as you form an arrow, hiding a smile as Clints eyes widen slightly. He was already impressed. You fire three arrows rapidly, all of them hitting the same exact spot, splitting the one before. The arrows disintegrate back into the microbots, flowing through the air and into your bow.

"I think I win," you whisper in his ear as you walk past him and out the doors. Steve and Tony follow you, snickering quietly to themselves.

"She handed you your ass Barton," Natasha comments, patting him on the shoulder before returning to sparring with Sam.

"I think I might like this new girl," Clint whispers before going to retrieve his arrows. "But why does she get better equipment?"