Little Sister *Avengers Fan-Fiction*

Chapter 29

Okay, so far, I've been doing very well lately in this agency. I've been able to find my way around by my hearing and sense of smell, once and a while there'd be a sign, but it was pretty rare. They seriously need a map to this hell hole. And I'm already calling it a 'hell hole' when I've only been here for less than 4 hours.

At the moment I was walking down the hall way, not looking for anything in particular when the familiar scent of Clint filled my nostrils. I couldn't help but feel butterflies in my stomach when the scent of him filled my lungs. I don't now if I should trust my feelings. Lately I've been letting them get in the way, and I'm mad at myself because of it. I let myself talk to a complete stranger in a biker bar, but, if I haven't done that, I may have not been able to have such a great friend.

Or something more.

Oh my God, not you again.

Sorry love, but I'm back.

As I can tell.

Recap:

Well, I have a voice in my head. I know, more of a reason to be a freak. I think it was a thing that happened back when Scale was doing experiments on me. But the voice is the thing that kept me company when I was little. Bruce and his parents were really the only people I would talk to.

VOICE: So you like him?

ME: Yes, but, as a friend.

VOICE: Uh-huh course you do.

ME: Shut up.

VOICE: Dearie, you know I can't do that.

ME: I know, just please, I'll talk to you later.

VOICE: I'll be here.

ME: Yah, yah.

I ended the conversation. I wasn't real happy about the voice in my head coming back. I thought I got rid of it when I was 18, because that's when it stopped. But apparently, that doesn't happen. I ran my hands through my hair and closed my eyes leaning on the nearest wall.

Which there wasn't, like I imagined there to be, and instead I was caught before I landed on my side. I hadn't noticed because of the little conversation I've been having with the voice, but the scent of Clint was strong and honestly I believe he was the one that caught me. I looked up at my catcher to confirm that it was actually Clint. I couldn't help but smile.

"Thanks."

"No problem." Clint said helping me back to my feet.

"Sorry to have, fallen into you."

"It's fine."

"I thought there was a wall there, but, there isn't."

"Well, I just opened the door to my room, so that's why."

"Oh, well, that's nice."

"I just came out to look for you, I thought that maybe you'd like to start your training."

"I'm game."

"Let's go then."