A couple of days had passed since Clint had met Mercedes. Mercedes couldn't deny that the man was attractive, as Clint couldn't deny that Mercedes was attractive. Obviously, neither told Natasha, since they didn't want the woman trying to push them into failure. Clint was called out on a mission by himself, since Natasha had been called out on one by herself the day before. Clint's mission was supposed to be simple, but when he was ambushed from behind, he almost didn't make it out.
Luckily, Clint had been able to hide himself and take out the people who ambushed him, but he wasn't too lucky. He had managed to rip his stitches, as well as definitely need stitches in his arm. Biting his lip, he realized he was going to have the chance to see Mercedes without Natasha. Sighing, Clint slowly made his way to Mercedes' office to be seen, hoping she didn't have any other patients to see before him.
Mercedes had a somewhat easy day, since most of the agents seemed to not be bothering her for the day. Normally she would have around five visits a day, even if it was a simple sprained wrist, but she didn't seem to have that many this time, instead she had only two. Two patients was better than nothing though, so she wasn't absolutely bored. As she waited for another patient, she often times worked on medical research, such as trying to find cures for different illnesses. While doing her research, she heard a light knock on her lab door.
"Doctor Stark." She heard, causing her to quickly look over.
"Oh, Agent Barton, come in." She replied, as she turned back around to turn off her lamps she used for research.
"I need some stitches." He commented, causing the girl to smile.
"What happened?" She asked, as she grabbed her equipment.
"Mission gone wrong. I was ambushed from behind." He replied, and she frowned.
"I tell Fury all the time to watch for things like that. There's never a definite chance you guys will be completely safe." Mercedes said, shaking her head.
Clint slipped off his pants once again, knowing she'd have to have full access to the areas that needed stitches. Mercedes was rather quick when it came to doing stitches, but she did a very good job at them. When Mercedes was finished, she gave him a shot for pain.
"I hope you know, you're not going to get a special reward for getting the most amount of stitches in a short amount of time." Mercedes joked, as she wrapped the wounds.
"That sucks, I was hoping for your number." He commented, causing her to look at him with a light blush.
"Most times I turn down all of the agents that have hit on me, but I'm going to give you a chance," She replied,"I mean, if you're Tasha's best friend, how bad could you be?" She asked rhetorically, smiling at him.
Turning around, Mercedes grabbed a small notepad and a pen, before she wrote down her number. Ripping the paper from the notepad, she folded it and handed it to Clint.
"If you're going to get my number, you should start calling me Mercedes, or Mercy like Tasha does. Otherwise it might be a little weird." Mercedes commented, causing the man to chuckle and nod.
"Well, if that's the case, you should definitely call me Clint. You and Nat are the only ones who call me by my first name." He replied, and she smiled.
Clint had to leave soon after because Mercedes had another patient to see, much to Clint's dismay. Mercedes worked really hard though, and Clint didn't want to take her from her work if she didn't want him to.
Knowing she was working, Clint decided to brainstorm some date ideas. He couldn't tell Natasha, since he knew Natasha would push things too far too fast. She was his best friend, but he needed to have this to himself, at least for now. Besides, he didn't know how she'd feel about it, since he knew he was a bit older than Mercedes. He didn't know exactly how old Mercedes was, but she looked rather young. He could've been wrong though, since some girls always looked young, even when they were as old as dirt.
"Mercy, you should come visit. I know you've been rather busy, but I haven't seen you in months." Tony, Mercedes' father, said, as the two talked over her phone.
Mercedes would often talk to him on videocall through her laptop, but she refused to do so when she was at work. She told Tony it was because videocall was against policy where she worked, but in reality, she didn't want her father to find out where she worked. If Tony knew she worked at S.H.I.E.L.D, he would have a fit. She knew he would be beyond angry with her if he found out, so she didn't tell him anything about where she worked. He just believed she worked at a hospital for children. She told him it was a hospital for children, so he wouldn't come looking for her if he was in town and needed to see a doctor.
Tony was a bright man, but he believed Mercedes every time she told him anything. He believed she would never lie to him, especially about where she worked, so he never thought to question where she worked. Fury also made sure she was never found affiliated with S.H.I.E.L.D for her benefit, which they had agreed on as soon as she had took the job in their labs. Mercedes had started to become rather good at keeping secrets, though she made sure she didn't keep too many secrets.
Mercedes didn't tell her father where she worked, but she did tell him everything else. If she had a crazy wound she had to treat, she'd tell her father later when she talked to him. He would often discuss his suits and such when they had their weekly talks. The two often tried to talk at least every two days, but if they were unable to talk often, they'd make sure to talk once a week. He was almost like her best friend, and she didn't want him to feel left out of her life. She also made sure to talk to Pepper often, since Pepper was the mother she needed when she didn't have one. Tony and Pepper were the best parents she could've ever asked for...
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A/N: I hope you guys liked this chapter. It's not perfect, but I will definitely have better chapters soon.
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