In the 21st century, The Soldier went rogue, HYDRA fell, but the files of the assassin still remained. The deaths were too big for SHIELD to let it simply go.
Apparently, the Avengers had no idea there were more than two people lost in time.
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Clint entered the small office with a glass wall, holding his tablet under his arm securely all the while sipping his black coffee.
He hadn't gotten an ounce of sleep last night, trying to find something, anything on their mysterious runaway. And well, assassins mind was a scary place when it got dark.
Clint leaned against the table, glassy eyes stuck on the horizon as he took another sip of his burnt coffee.
Yeah, he should have ordered it instead of making it himself.
He heard the doors open quietly. He turned around, a wide smile stretching over his face, all traces of tiredness gone in an instant.
“Good morning!”
Sam grunted, wiping sweat from his forehead as he sat heavily on one of the chairs closest to Clint. The man had obviously been working out, intensely at that.
“Yeah, morning was when I woke up, Barton. It's noon.” he grumbled, uncapping his water bottle to gulp down gallons of it.
“By the looks of it, you haven't even slept yet have you.” Sam blinked and turned towards Clint, inspecting him closely.
The archer laughed, placing his ipad in front of Natasha so the woman would be occupied with something else and for once stop analysing Clint. He crossed his arms and leaned against the black table, curling his hands around the warm coffee cup all the while keeping an easy going smile on his face.
“So what's there?” Sam asked, inching closer as if he could somehow see over the table.
“Well, the good thing is we have found the person whose car we saw speeding off from the base.”
Natasha said nonchalanlty, opening the persons file.
“I have a feeling there's a but coming.” Sam said, raising an eyebrow quizzically.
