The Taming of The Badger
Cognitive Recalibration
Sitting in the room with Natasha and Agent Barton was a tough thing to watch. He was struggling to come to his senses while Natasha was trying to help by talking to him.
“Clint, you’re gonna be alright.” Tasha reassured him.
“You know that? Is that what you know? I got…. I gotta go in though. I gotta flush him out.” He sounded dazed.
Fighting against his restraints he looked up at Brogan, confused.
‘He’s probably wondering who the fuck I am’ she thought to herself.
“I don't understand. Have you ever had someone take your brain and play? Pull you out and send something else in? Do you know what it's like to be unmade?” He questioned.
“You know I do.” She replied.
Brogan could tell there was a strong connection between the two, but she couldn’t help notice how attractive Agent Barton was. He had some a manly appearance to him, but what really drew her in were his eyes. A deep yet bright green color, she could get lost in them. She was brought back to reality by the sound of his voice.
“Why am I back? How did you get him out?”
“Cognitive recalibration…”Tasha trailed off, looking at Brogan.
“I, uhm, sort of just beat the shit out of you and banged you really hard on the head.” Brogan spoke up.
“Thanks, uhm, who are you?” He asked curiously.
“Agent Brogan Finnigan, aka Badger, I’m level three agent in S.H.I.E.L.D” she introduced herself.
“Why do they call you Badger?” Clint asked.
“It’s the name I chose. It’s also the meaning of my name. Plus, I’m pretty fucking bad ass with my tiger claws.” She winked and Clint seemed taken aback.
‘Oh my god, did I really just wink at him?’ she thought to herself, then blushed.
After muttering an apology, Clint looked to Tasha and asked, “How many agents?” Brogan assumed he was asking how many he had hurt, or even killed.
“Don’t. Don't do that to yourself, Clint. This is Loki. This is monsters and magic and nothing we were ever trained for.”
“Plus, you were under some deep shit voodoo.” Brogan spoke up.
Barton smiled up at her, “Thanks, Badger.”
“Welcome…Hawkeye.” She said using his nickname.
“But Loki, he got away?” Barton questioned
“Yeah, don’t suppose you know where?” Tasha replied
“I didn’t need to know, so I didn’t ask. The Cube gives you one hell of a fucking trip.” He said, shaking his head; as if to shake the memory of being under Loki’s mind control.
“Do you know when he will strike at least?” Brogan inquired.
“Soon, today.” He replied
“Then we need to stop him.” Tasha said.
“Who’s ‘we’?” Barton questioned.
“I don’t know, who’s ever left.” Tasha looked at Brogan, who shrugged.
“Well, if I put an arrow in Loki’s eye socket, I’d sleep better I suppose.” Barton smirked slightly at Brogan.
“And I never miss” he winked.
‘oh god, he just winked at me. Shit, don’t blush now!’ Brogan blushed slightly.
Just then, Katelyn popped into the room.
“Oh good you’re awake. How you feeling Hawkeye?” she asked, concerned.
“Just fucking fantastic K-9, thanks” he smiled at her.
Katelyn just rolled her eyes, but smiled. She then looked to Brogan.
“I heard you kicked the shit out of him, nice job. He needed his ass handed to him.” She smirked.
“Hey, It wasn’t my fault that Loki chose me.” He whined.
“Oh, I know that, I just meant in general” he stuck his tongue out at her, which she gladly returned.
Brogan stood there shifting from one leg to the other, she felt uncomfortable being so close to him. He was so fucking attractive and she could practically jump his bones right there. Though, he probably wouldn’t appreciate that since they just met. She pushed the thought from her mind, but she then noticed she was staring at him. He snapped his fingers in front of her.
“Hey, you okay?” he asked her.
“Who? Me? Yeah, I’m fine.” She said a little breathless.
“You sure? Why don’t you sit down.” He scooted over on the bed. She sat down, their knees touching as they sat side-by-side on the small bed.
They all talked for a bit about everything, saying anything just to keep a conversation going.
“So you’re into archery? I hear you’re an amazing shot.” Brogan piped up.
“Yes. I am a fucking amazing shot” he smirked, “and you’ll see that when you notice an arrow straight through Loki’s eyeball.”
Brogan giggled, imagining the wide grin on Hawkeye’s face as he hits his target.
“Can’t wait to witness it” she bumped her shoulder against his.
Tasha and Katelyn were discussing a possible plan of action, at least one that they would take. Clint excused himself to go to the restroom. Waiting for him to be done, Steve just happened to stop by in full Captain America garb.
“Time to go.” He said seriously.
“Where to?” Brogan spoke up.
“I’ll inform you on the way. Agent Nixx, Agent Romanoff, can either of you fly one of those jets?”
Suddenly, Clint opens the bathroom door and speaks up.
“I can.”
Steve looked to the other agents who all nodded.
“You got a suit?” Steve asked.
“Yeah.” Clint replied.
“Then suit up.” Steve ordered, then stalked toward the bridge.
‘Oh, this should be good.’ Brogan thought to herself.
“Clint, you’re gonna be alright.” Tasha reassured him.
“You know that? Is that what you know? I got…. I gotta go in though. I gotta flush him out.” He sounded dazed.
Fighting against his restraints he looked up at Brogan, confused.
‘He’s probably wondering who the fuck I am’ she thought to herself.
“I don't understand. Have you ever had someone take your brain and play? Pull you out and send something else in? Do you know what it's like to be unmade?” He questioned.
“You know I do.” She replied.
Brogan could tell there was a strong connection between the two, but she couldn’t help notice how attractive Agent Barton was. He had some a manly appearance to him, but what really drew her in were his eyes. A deep yet bright green color, she could get lost in them. She was brought back to reality by the sound of his voice.
“Why am I back? How did you get him out?”
“Cognitive recalibration…”Tasha trailed off, looking at Brogan.
“I, uhm, sort of just beat the shit out of you and banged you really hard on the head.” Brogan spoke up.
“Thanks, uhm, who are you?” He asked curiously.
“Agent Brogan Finnigan, aka Badger, I’m level three agent in S.H.I.E.L.D” she introduced herself.
“Why do they call you Badger?” Clint asked.
“It’s the name I chose. It’s also the meaning of my name. Plus, I’m pretty fucking bad ass with my tiger claws.” She winked and Clint seemed taken aback.
‘Oh my god, did I really just wink at him?’ she thought to herself, then blushed.
After muttering an apology, Clint looked to Tasha and asked, “How many agents?” Brogan assumed he was asking how many he had hurt, or even killed.
“Don’t. Don't do that to yourself, Clint. This is Loki. This is monsters and magic and nothing we were ever trained for.”
“Plus, you were under some deep shit voodoo.” Brogan spoke up.
Barton smiled up at her, “Thanks, Badger.”
“Welcome…Hawkeye.” She said using his nickname.
“But Loki, he got away?” Barton questioned
“Yeah, don’t suppose you know where?” Tasha replied
“I didn’t need to know, so I didn’t ask. The Cube gives you one hell of a fucking trip.” He said, shaking his head; as if to shake the memory of being under Loki’s mind control.
“Do you know when he will strike at least?” Brogan inquired.
“Soon, today.” He replied
“Then we need to stop him.” Tasha said.
“Who’s ‘we’?” Barton questioned.
“I don’t know, who’s ever left.” Tasha looked at Brogan, who shrugged.
“Well, if I put an arrow in Loki’s eye socket, I’d sleep better I suppose.” Barton smirked slightly at Brogan.
“And I never miss” he winked.
‘oh god, he just winked at me. Shit, don’t blush now!’ Brogan blushed slightly.
Just then, Katelyn popped into the room.
“Oh good you’re awake. How you feeling Hawkeye?” she asked, concerned.
“Just fucking fantastic K-9, thanks” he smiled at her.
Katelyn just rolled her eyes, but smiled. She then looked to Brogan.
“I heard you kicked the shit out of him, nice job. He needed his ass handed to him.” She smirked.
“Hey, It wasn’t my fault that Loki chose me.” He whined.
“Oh, I know that, I just meant in general” he stuck his tongue out at her, which she gladly returned.
Brogan stood there shifting from one leg to the other, she felt uncomfortable being so close to him. He was so fucking attractive and she could practically jump his bones right there. Though, he probably wouldn’t appreciate that since they just met. She pushed the thought from her mind, but she then noticed she was staring at him. He snapped his fingers in front of her.
“Hey, you okay?” he asked her.
“Who? Me? Yeah, I’m fine.” She said a little breathless.
“You sure? Why don’t you sit down.” He scooted over on the bed. She sat down, their knees touching as they sat side-by-side on the small bed.
They all talked for a bit about everything, saying anything just to keep a conversation going.
“So you’re into archery? I hear you’re an amazing shot.” Brogan piped up.
“Yes. I am a fucking amazing shot” he smirked, “and you’ll see that when you notice an arrow straight through Loki’s eyeball.”
Brogan giggled, imagining the wide grin on Hawkeye’s face as he hits his target.
“Can’t wait to witness it” she bumped her shoulder against his.
Tasha and Katelyn were discussing a possible plan of action, at least one that they would take. Clint excused himself to go to the restroom. Waiting for him to be done, Steve just happened to stop by in full Captain America garb.
“Time to go.” He said seriously.
“Where to?” Brogan spoke up.
“I’ll inform you on the way. Agent Nixx, Agent Romanoff, can either of you fly one of those jets?”
Suddenly, Clint opens the bathroom door and speaks up.
“I can.”
Steve looked to the other agents who all nodded.
“You got a suit?” Steve asked.
“Yeah.” Clint replied.
“Then suit up.” Steve ordered, then stalked toward the bridge.
‘Oh, this should be good.’ Brogan thought to herself.
Notes
Chapter 6 is up... Kinda boring i know but yeah.Comments are always welcome (:
