I smiled gently as I looked at myself in the mirror. Agents had to wear traditional SHIELD issue uniform, but seeing as I was now a member of the Avengers, my uniform had a couple of modifications.

The one that stuck out most clearly was the design. The black costume had off white piping down the zipper, and on the back, between my shoulders, there was a design of white wings. I raised an eyebrow and smiled gently.

"Hey, Kane." Clint knocked on the door. "We should head out. Fury says we've got a car waiting outside, with our files in."

"Got it." I threw on a leather jacket to cover up the wing pattern, and unlocked the door, stepping out. Clint glanced up and down at me, a smile pulling at the corner of his mouth.

"That's uh..." He cocked an eyebrow and dragged his eyes up to mine. "Tight."

"You sure that purple is SHIELD issue, Barton?" I replied coolly, biting back a smile. "It's really manly."

The smile slid off his face.

"Let's just get to the car, shall we?"

"Sure thing."

---

"Director Fury has assigned me as your driver in the coming weeks. My name's Henry by the way." Our driver called from the front of the car.

"Clint."

"Bailey."

"Your files and briefs are in there somewhere." Henry said, as the engine started. Clint dug around in a black bag, and pulled out two files. He handed me one and opened his own.

"Mr and Mrs Emmett Brown?!" I cried, staring up at him in horror from across the back of the car. In the front, I heard Henry chuckle. "Those are our names? Fury put us undercover as a married couple?"

"Not only that," Clint's eyes widened, "But a rich married couple too."

"I fail to see how this is going to help us stop an enemy incursion from outer space." I said drily. Clint grinned, reading on.

"Ahh..." He smiled, "We're tracking a guy named Eric Tuscane. He's a rich businessman and entrepreneur, and you want to know what his business deals in?"

"Enlighten me."

"Energy sources. He's been working with weird energy sources, and according to the file which you should totally be reading right now by the way, he may be the reason the pocket of energy is fluctuating here so much." He nodded. "Interesting."

"Great, so what are we supposed to be doing, getting all buddy buddy with Tuscane and hope that he lets us take a look at his super secret energy source?"

Clint shrugged. "Guess we'll just have to make that up as we go along."

"Hmm... Great."

"Well, at least we'll be - shit."

"What?" I glanced over at Clint, who was staring up at the buildings outside.

"Henry, why are you pulling up here?" Clint ignored my question.

"This is where the two of you will be staying for the duration of the mission, Agent Barton."

Clint's eyes widened.

"Clint, what is it?"

"Have you seen where we are?" Clint grinned at me as the car stopped. "This is one of the richest neighbourhoods in town. Come on."

He stepped out of the car, and I followed, a little apprehensively. "Clint, wait."

He stopped at the steps to a luxurious looking apartment building, waiting impatiently. "Come on."

---

The apartment was huge. It was bigger than huge.

"You could fit like, three of the Hulk in the living room alone." I whispered, following Clint inside.

"This is insane."

We wandered through the living room into what looked like the study. There were shelves of weapons, duplicates of our costumes, and a range of bows for Clint.

"Yeah, this is insane." I agreed.

"The two of you will be alright in here, I assume?" Henry called from the front door.

"Yeah, thanks Henry." Clint left the - what was it, an armoury? And went back to the living room.

"Oh, I almost forgot." Henry turned back, and dug his hand into his pocket. "Fury wanted me to give you these." He handed Clint two small boxes, and left, closing the door with a quiet 'click' behind him. Clint opened up one of the boxes, and laughed.

"What?" I joined him in the centre of the living room, and he handed me one of the boxes. I opened it up, and felt a grin spread across my face. It was a gold ring.

"Uh..." Clint took the ring out of the box, closed it, and tossed it on the sofa. "Marry me?"

I grinned. "As me nicely, Clint."

He scrunched up his face. "Marry me, please?"

I raised an eyebrow, and he groaned, rolling his eyes and dropping to one knee.

"Bailey Kane," he began, taking my hand in his own, "Newly appointed Level Eight SHIELD operative and fellow Avenger, who I've been a complete dick to over the past two weeks... Marry me, please?"

"Why should I marry you, Clint?" I teased.

He sighed, and then looked up at me with the most sincere pair of eyes I'd ever seen. "Because you're smart and beautiful, and talented, and I worked you far too hard over the past two weeks." He grinned slyly, "And you've got a slammin' body."

"Kiss ass." I muttered, rolling my eyes and grinning. "All right. I'll marry you."

He slid the ring on my finger, and then, for good measure, kissed my hand.

"Sorry about the past two weeks."

"Sorry about making fun of your uniform."

"Sorry about..." He stopped. "I don't have anything else to be sorry about. Oh well." He stuck out his hand. "Now you marry me."

I slipped the ring onto his finger and smiled at him.

"Okay Mrs Barton -" he began walking towards the kitchen, and I stopped him.

"Brown." I corrected.

"Huh?"

"Your name is Emmett Brown. Meaning I'm Mrs. Brown."

He scowled. "It would have killed Fury to let me keep my own name?"

"So desperate for a wife, Mr Barton?" I teased, stepping ahead of him and walking to the kitchen.

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