The Witch

Chapter 4

It was soon the 18th. My field test was today. I was dressed in a SHIELD tee shirt and nervy blue leggings paired with black tennis shoes. It was like 6 am. I was waiting outside like Barton told me to. He pulled up one minute after six. I got in the car and looked at him. He handed me a coffee cup. I took it and took a sip out of it.

"This is not coffee." I informed him. He chuckled and shook his head.

"It's mint tea, it helps with anxiety," Clint said. I looked at him in confusion.

"Right, and you know that because?" I asked him.

"My wife told me it helps her when she is feeling anxious. I thought maybe it would help you stay calm during the test," Clint said to me. I smiled and took another sip. At least he was trying to be helpful.

"Thank you." I thanked him after a few minutes had passed. He glanced at me and smiled.

"Your welcome." Clint said. We drove in silence the rest of the way. He parked in the parking garage. We got out and walked into the building together. We both showed our ID cards like every morning. We both had coffee cups even though I was drinking tea. We walked into the elevator and went to the training floor.

"So will you be giving me this test?" I asked him.

"No, because you know me and I trained you. Your test will be given by Brock Rumlow. Don't let him fool you, he will not take it easy on you." Clint said to me as we exited the elevator.

"Okay." I said before taking a drink of the tea. We walked into the training room. Clint was going to tell me everything that I would have to do.

"So the test will start off with a race. You and Rumlow will have three laps around the track. You need to win at least two of those laps. Then you will move from the track to the shooting range. You will each have a set of moving targets. You need to shoot at least three of them as close as possible to the bullseye. Then, after that, you move to the Archery, then knife throwing. Same thing as shooting, you will need to get as close as possible to the bullseye on the moving target. Then you move to the last test, the sparing. You need to pin Rumlow for at least three seconds or make him tap out." Clint explained to me. I nodded my head.

"Okay. I got this. I got this, right?" I asked, kind of nervous.

"Yeah, you got this." Clint agreed. He seemed almost as worried. I as was. Director Fury, Alexander Pierce, Anget Hill, and the guy I assume was Rumlow entered the training room. My eyes widened at Rumlow. He was cute for the dark and mysterious type. He had bigger muscles than Barton and he was taller. He was also older. Of course, I didn't know for sure. I just assumed he was, since he had some gray hair showing in his facial hair and hair.

"You didn't tell me he had more muscle than you and that he is taller." I whispered to Clint.

"Yeah, I thought it would freak you out more," Clint said. I took a drink of the tea. Then I took a deep breath.

"Good idea, breath, You got this." Clint said while leading the way over to the four of them. Rumlow was looking at me. He smirked when he saw me looking at him.

"Director, Secretary Pierce," Clint greeted them. He then went to stand next to Agent Hill. He gave me a thumbs up. I took a drink of my tea, trying not to look intimidated.

"You don't seem very worried? Are you not afraid that you will fail?" Secretary Pierce asked.

"I believe in the training Agent Barton has given me. Besides, I've had bigger guys for breakfast," I said while looking Rumlow up and down. Barton shook his head, trying not to smile. I even saw Agent Hill and Director Fury c***k a small smile. Pierce did not look impressed though.

"Well, let's see just how good Agent Barton did with your training. Rumlow, Ms. Swan, take your position on the track," Pierce said. I handed Clint my tea, purse and jacket. Then we walked over to the starting line on the track. I got ready, just like Rumlow was. I closed my eyes, then opened them. Agent Hill walked over to stand at the side.

"Okay, no pushing, this will be a clean race, three laps. On the count of three you will go," Agent Hill said before counting from one to three. I stayed neck and neck with Rumlow. I wanted to win this though, so I picked up my speed, winning the first lap. Rumlow tried to catch up but he ended up losing the second lap as well. Rumlow pushed himself harder, he was right behind me. I crossed the finish line first though. I stopped running and bent down trying to catch my breath. Rumlow stopped beside me trying to catch his breath as well.

"Your fast." Rumlow commented.

"Is that a bad thing?" I asked him, still kind of breathless.

"Depends, How are you in the sheets?" Rumlow whispered to me as the others were walking up.

"Mmmm, guess you'll just have to use your imagination." I said to him. He smirked and stood up straight, as did I. Barton handed me a water bottle. I took it and drank half of it. I noticed Rumlow was drinking a bottle of water as well. I put the lid back on the water bottle and handed it to Clint. He led the way over to the shooting range. There was a hand gun with three extra cartridges sitting in front of me. I looked to my side to see Rumlow beside me. Clint handed me ear muffs and safety goggles. Rumlow had ear muffs and safety goggles on as well.

"Remember what I said. You need to hit at least three." Clint reminded me before backing up.

"Okay, grab the gun that is placed on the table in front of you. You each get four moving targets. Shoot as many rounds as possible, try and hit the bullseye. Again, on the count of three," Agent Hill said before she started to count. I picked the gun up and got ready. By the time she said two, the targets were up and moving. Once she said three, I emptied the first round into one moving target, I quickly changed the cartridge and shot my next round into the second moving target. After I ran out of bullets and cartridges, I sat the gun down. I noticed Clint peaking his head around the protective wall to look at the targets. Rumlow sat his gun down. We took our goggles and ear muffs off. Clint went and got my targets and brought them up, while Agent Hill went and grabbed Rumlows. Rumlow's had multiple shots everywhere on each target. Barton laid mine down on the table. There was one big hole in the middle of all four targets. Rumlow looked at my targets, then looked at his.

"How the hell did you do that?" Rumlow asked, surprised.

"I guess Barton is just a really good teacher," I said to him. Clint took me to the Archery test. We then touched fists. I have aced two tests so far. The Bow was metal and big. I looked at the arrows, we each got four arrows. Rumlow came and stood next to me. Director Fury and Alexander Pierce stood behind us.

"Okay, four arrows, four targets. To win this round you have to hit at least three targets. On the count of three," Agent Hill said. I picked the bow up, getting a feel for it. Agent Hill said three. I picked up an arrow and got it ready to shoot. I was watching the target. I shot the first arrow, hitting the farthest target right in the middle. I picked up my second arrow and pulled the string of the bow back. I watched the second furthest target. I shot the arrow hitting the target right above the bullseye. I picked up another arrow and studied the third target. I shot the arrow, hitting the target right in the middle. I picked up the last arrow, and got ready to shoot my last target. I shot the arrow and watched as it hit the target right in the middle. I let my breath out that I didn't even know I was holding. I smiled and looked at Clint, I put the bow down and jumped on him, hugging him. He hugged me back. I let him go and looked at Rumlow.

"I'm impressed," Rumlow said to me while holding his hand out for me to shake.

"Thanks." I said while taking his hand. He had a strong grip. He let go of my hand. Clint leads the way over to The Knife, throwing part of the test. I looked at the knives. We each had four throwing knives. Mine was purple, I looked at Rumlow's to see his was black with crossbones on them. I looked back at my set of knives and targets.

"Okay, last weapons test. Knife throwing. Four targets, four knives. Get as close to the bullseye as possible. On the count of three," Agent Hill said. She counted to three, I picked up my first knife and watched the moving targets. I threw the first knife, watching as it went deep in the target's middle. I did the other three knifes the same way. Every knife was embedded into the log that the target was on. Director Fury and Alexander Pierce were examining the targets. Pierce went to grab one of my knives, trying to get it out of the log.

"Told you that would be effective," Clint said to me.

"Do you think I should have thrown it just a little easier?" I asked him worriedly. We watched as Director Fury tried to get the knife out of the log only to fail. They both looked back at me. They walked back to us.

"You have one test left. If you can't pin Rumlow or get him to tap out, you will lose the whole test." Pierce said to me. I nodded my head. Clint and I walked over to the boxing ring. Clint held the rope down for me to climb through. My hair was up in a pony tail. Clint stood up outside of the ring in my corner.

"Okay, just do what feels natural. No low blows." Clint said to me. I nodded my head. Rumlow entered the ring and stood in his corner until Agent Hill gave us the okay. Clint jumped down but stayed close.

"You got this, Jade!" Clint encouraged. I nodded my head and waited.

"Okay, No Low Blows! That goes for both of you. You are trying to pin your opponent or make them tap out. This is the only round you get, it's all or nothing. On the count of three," Agent Hill said to us. I got ready, as did Rumlow. Agent Hill hadn't started to count yet.

"Good luck Jade," Rumlow said while sticking his hand out.

"Thanks Rumlow." I said while grabbing his hand. We dropped hands, Agent Hill started to count. Once she hit three. Rumlow was quick to strike. I dodged his punch while kicking him in the side. He stumbled just a little. I threw a punch at him, he grabbed my fist and twisted my arm around till he was behind me.

"Mmmm, I could get used to this." Rumlow whispered in my ear. I rolled my eyes, stomping on his foot, then slammed my head back and head butting him. He let me go, I was quick to turn around and drop kick him in the chest. He fell back on the ground. I was quick to pin him.

"I like being in charge." I whispered back to him, before licking his cheek. Agent Hill called the fight. I got up off of him, I held my hand out for him. He took it and got up. Before he dropped my hand, he pulled me close.

"We'll see who'll be in charge," Rumlow said before letting my hand go and walking back towards his corner. I smirked and walked over to my corner and got out of the ring. I was quick to hug Clint.

"I'm surprised you beat him. I thought he had you when he twisted your arm around," Clint said. I smiled.

"I always have a trick up my sleeve," I said to him. He chuckled while shaking his head, knowing I don't give up easily. Director Fury, Pierce, Agent Hill and Rumlow walked over to the two of us.

"Congratulations Ms. Swan. You are officially an Agent of SHIELD," Director Fury said to me.

"Thank you Director." I thanked him.

"Congratulations Ms. Swan. I look forward to working with you," Pierce said to me.

"Thank you, Secretary Pierce." He shook my hand before Fury and he walked out.

"Good job." Agent Hill congratulated before she walked out.

"I have a few things to take care of, then I thought maybe me and you could go out and maybe get ice cream." Clint said. I rolled my eyes at his childless way of celebrating but agreed anyway.

"That would be great, Clint. Thanks." I thanked him, he walked from the room, leaving me with Rumlow.

"You know I let you win," Rumlow said while coming up beside me. I smirked.

"Whatever you have to tell yourself," I teased.. He chuckled and handed me a small piece of paper. I took it and looked at it.

"Text me some time. And I'll show you what a real man feels like." Rumlow said to me before walking out. I walked over to my jacket, purse and tea. I put my jacket back on, then placed my purse on my shoulder and grabbed my tea. I walked out of the room and went to the lobby. I sat down waiting for Clint. I took my phone out and texted Paul.

"I am now an official Agent." I texted him. A few minutes later, my phone was ringing. I answered and smiled.

"Babe, that's great. I told you, you had this." Paul said to me, he wasn't sounding too good.

"Hey, is everything okay, you don't sound good?" I asked him, worried, knowing if he was sick, knowing someone wasn't there to take care of him.

"I don't feel good either. I don't know, I feel weird and sick. I've had a temper the last few days." Paul said to me. I frowned.

"I'm sorry Hun. If I was there, I would come and take care of you." I told him because he knew it was true. I had been the one to always take care of him if he was sick, just like he would take care of me on the rare occasion I got sick.

"I know you would. Hey, don't worry about me, I'll be fine. I gotta go. Love ya babe." Paul said before hanging up. I frowned and looked up to see Clint coming out of the elevator. I stood up and looked at him. We walked out to the parking garage and got in the car.

"What's wrong? I thought you would be happy that you're officially an Agent," Clint said.

"I am. My best friend back in Forks is sick. He says he'll be fine but he has no one to take care of him. His mom ran away from him and his dad when he was young. Then his dad disappeared just recently. Which is an improvement. His dad was an abusive drunk that didn't really care for him. I'm a year older than he is. We met when I was 15. We became instant friends. I would take care of him every time he got sick." I confided in him. Clint smiled and glanced at me.

"Was this boy more than a friend?" Clint asked.

"We never dated, but he was my first and I was his." I informed him not ashamed of my past. Clint nodded his head.

"So you guys were like friends with benefits?" Clint asked.

"I guess you could say that. Most of the reservation and the town of Forks thought Paul and I were endgame, but I didn't really see him more then just a friend." I said to Clint. He parked the car in front of an ice cream shop. We got out and paid for the parking meter. We walked into the ice cream shop and walked over to the counter.

"Anything you want, my treat," Clint informed me. I smiled and looked at all the different ice creams. A worker came over to us.

"Hello, What can I get for you today?" The person asked. I looked at all the ice cream. My favorite was cookies and cream, but only when I was heartbroken. German chocolate was my all time favorite.

"I would like a single cone of strawberry," Clint said after a few minutes.

"Okay and you?" The person asked, turning to me.

"I would like a single cone of German chocolate" I said to her. She smiled and nodded her head.

"Okay, I'll get those." The person said. I watched as she grabbed one cone and got Clint's first. She handed it to him before she got mine. After she handed me mine, we walked over to the register. She told Clint the price. He handed her the money. We walked to a table and sat down.

"I saw you and Rumlow flirting, what was that about?' Clint asked me, while taking a small bite out of his ice cream.

"Yeah, I don't know. It's how I've got through life so far. Using flirtation to get ahead." I said to him. He nodded his head.

"Do you think he let you win?" Clint asked. I took a bite out of my ice cream and thought about it.

"No, I don't think he did." I said to him. He nodded his head before he said anything else.

"Listen, Rumlow is a serious person. I also know he has a temper. But it makes him a good Agent. Look, if you do decide to pull that string, just be careful." Clint said to me. I could see worries written all over his face. I smiled, liking that Clint was taking more of a father approach with me than a friend. I nodded my head and smiled. I took another bite of my ice cream.

"I'll take that into consideration. Thanks Clint." I said to him. He nodded his head, knowing there was nothing more he could say.. We finished the ice cream and walked from the shop. We got in the car, and he drove me to my apartment. I was about to get out but stopped.

"So now that I'm an Agent, when do I go on a mission?" I asked him, making him chuckle.

"Fury wants us to meet in his office tomorrow morning at 9. I'll be here at 8 am to pick you up." Clint said. I nodded and opened the door.

"Okay, see you tomorrow." I said. I shut the door and walked into the building. I walk up the stairs and go to my apartment. I unlocked the door and walked in. I shut the door and went to sit down on my love seat. I grabbed my phone out of my purse and the piece of paper with Rumlow's number on it.Looking at it, thinking about texting him, really needing a good time and I knew he could provide that good time. Sighing, I grabbed my staff out of my purse. I enlarged it and looked into the crystal ball. Rumlow popped up, he was lifting weights. I minimized my staff and placed it back in my purse, deciding not to text him just yet. Yeah, he was cute but there was something about him. I just couldn't put my finger on what it was.