I really like Hawkeye, but I feel he needs a quiet presence in his life. So I have created Cassie Reynolds. Please read and review! :)

Disclaimer: I do not own anything recognizably related to the Avengers.

Cassandra Reynolds sat in her office at the university looking over her world history tests. She looked at the silver watch on her wrist, and realized that it was past nine o'clock. She gathered the tests, placed them in a manilla envelope, and put them in her briefcase. She locked her office door, and headed to the double doors at the end of a long hall.

Just as she passed the science building, she saw two men holding some kind of device. The men heard her approach, and turned at the soft click of her heels. They all three stared at one another for a moment, before one of the two men began to make his way over to her.

Cassie turned to run, kicking off her heels and flinging her briefcase behind her. She could hear the steady thud of his shoes as he chased her. She ran until she finally spotted an NYPD car sitting at the curb. The officer thankfully had seen what was happening, and had quickly exited the car.

Cassie gave a sigh of relief when she made it to the policeman. He put her in the passenger side of his car, while his partner ran after the man who had been chasing her. Soon, the other officer came back shaking his head.

"What happened Miss?"

"I don't know. I came out of the Political Science building and was walking to my car when I saw two men standing outside the Math and Science building. They seemed to be looking at some kind of device that I have never seen before."

"We'll take you to the station, and send someone back for your car."

The two officers walked Cassie into the police station, just as they'd made it inside a woman with brown eyes and brown hair pulled back atop her head stepped forward.

"Hello, I'm Maria Hill from SHIELD. Ms. Reynolds is coming with me."

She flashed a badge, the police chief gave a nod, and Cassie walked out with the woman and got into the dark SUV. Maria Hill was sitting silently beside her as the vehicle pulled away from the station. Cassie chanced a glance in her direction and found the other woman looking at her.

"How do you know my name", Cassie asked with a slight tremor in her voice.

"We know a lot about you Ms. Reynolds, especially about your peculiar gift."

Cassie stared at the woman, unsure how to respond.

"We have a sketch artist who will draw the device you saw. We believe we know what it is, but we want to make sure. I'm going to take you to SHIELD HQ, question you, and then tomorrow we are placing you in a protective program."

Cassie simply nodded then leaned back into the comfortable seat and closed her eyes.

Soon, they reached big building that SHIELD operated out of. Cassie looked at her watch and found that it was eleven-thirty. She followed Agent Hill into an elevator, and then into a room with a man wearing an eye patch and a small man with glasses. The men said nothing as she sat down across from what she assumed was the sketch artist.

She told him in great detail about the device that she'd seen, and the men holding it. She watched as he sketched furiously, having to stop several times to retrieve a new pencil from the box sitting beside him. Soon, he handed all three drawings to the scary man and then left.

Cassie sat still and quiet as the man looked over the sketches and then turned to her.

"Thank you Ms. Reynolds. Agent Hill will show you to a room for the night. In the morning we'll take you to where you'll be staying until we get all of this cleared up."

With that she again followed Agent Hill out of the room. Cassie's mind began to wander as she followed the agent. What would they tell the university? Where exactly were they sending her? How did they know who she was? She was pulled from her thoughts when she heard the other woman clear her throat.

"Hear is where you'll stay tonight. Everything you need should be in there. We will send someone to your apartment to pack you some things, just give me a list of the things you need and we'll get them to you. I'll be here for at seven in the morning to take you to your destination."

Cassie watched as the woman closed the door. She turned to take stock of the room. There was a bed, dresser, nightstand, and an open door leading to a small bathroom. She walked over to the bed, and found a pair of pj's folded on the pillow. On the nightstand lay a pad of paper and a black pen.

After changing into the pajamas, she picked up the paper and pen. She began to list the things she needed from home. Clothes, of course, her make up bag, hair brush, blowdryer, tooth brush, laptop, and shoes. She left instructions at the bottom as well as the location of her luggage.

Cassie could feel her eyes getting heavy, so she set the list aside after double checking it and switched off the bedside lamp. Sleep was slow in coming, but finally she drifted off. Her alarm went off at six, so she stumbled from the bed and made her way to the small bathroom.

She showered and dressed in the clothes she'd worn the day before feeling groggy and disoriented. She began to pace the confines of the small room, waiting for the knock that would come at any moment. Finally, she heard the loud tapping and opened the door to find Agent Hill holding a cup of coffee on the other side.

She took the warm styrofoam cup in both hands and inhaled the aroma of the freshly brewed coffee. Cassie handed over the list, and then followed the agent to the elevator and down to the same waiting dark SUV.

Clint Barton sat at the kitchen island in the main living space in Stark Tower. He was the only one not on a mission at the moment which he hated. The tower seemed so lonely and quiet without everyone else there to liven things up. Tony was away on business with Pepper, Bruce was researching somewhere on the west coast, and Natasha was with Steve.

The last part really hit him hard. The pair had announced their togetherness just one week ago, and then went on a mission alone. He'd always thought that he and Nat would end up together, so it had come as a shock to hear that she and Cap were seeing each other.

He was just slurping up the last of his cereal milk, when JARVIS interrupted his gloomy thoughts.

"Excuse me, Sir, but there is a call from Director Fury", the AI said in it's proper British accent.

"Thanks, I'll take it. Barton here."

"Agent Barton, I need to speak to Stark."

"He's not here at the moment. He and Ms. Potts are away on business. I'm it this week."

"Fine, I am bringing a witness to Stark Tower in the morning. She saw something very important and now some men are after her. I need you and the other Avengers to protect her until this is resolved."

"Sure thing, the others should be back by the end of next week."

He heard the click as Fury hung up. Clint began to panic. He was not the people person! What was he going to do with a terrified woman? A civilian! He hadn't really been around one of those in years! He thought about calling Tony and the others, but then his iron resolve kicked in. He could handle this, how hard could it be?

The next morning he sat waiting in the main room. Fury had said that she would arrive around seven-thirty, and it was seven-twenty-five. He heard JARVIS announce the visitor, so he jumped up and made his way to the elevator just as the doors opened.

There standing in the middle of the big metal box stood a small woman. She was short, thin, and delicate looking. Her brown eyes looked tired behind her glasses, and dark smudges stood out on her pale skin. Wet, curly brown hair fell down her back, her clothes were rumpled, and a yawn was escaping from her pretty pink lips.

"Hello", she said extending a small hand.

"Hello, I'm Clint Barton", he said doing the same.

"I'm Cassandra Reynolds, but please call me Cassie or Cassandra which ever you prefer. I personally like Cassie, but some people feel it too personal. So just do whatever makes you most comfortable."

Clint just looked at her and said, "Please come in, Cassie. You look beat, I'll show you to a room so you can rest."

He watched as the woman smiled, and followed him willingly. He heard her stumble from behind him, but then quickly regain her footing. Finally he reached Tony and Pepper's guest bedroom. He ushered her in, and realized that she had no clothes to change into.

"I'll be right back with some clothes."

Clint got in the elevator and rode it down to his floor. He went to his dresser and pulled out one of his t-shirts and a pair of sweat pants. He made his way back to the main floor, and down the hall to the guest bedroom.

Cassie watched Clint go, and then sat down on the comfortable looking bed. She was too tired to be afraid of the man who had a very serious look to his deep blue eyes. He was handsome, she would quickly admit that but he seemed like a man of action, and men like that, in her experience, didn't usually fall for boring little history professors.

She closed her eyes and ran her hands over the soft coverlet. Then she heard his returning footsteps, but for some reason kept her eyes shut. Cassie felt his hand on her shoulder, and her eyes slowly fluttered open. He held out the clothes, and her eyes widened as she realized they were his.

"They're clean, I promise", he said seeing the surprised look on her face.

Cassie felt her face flush, "I know, I'm sorry. Thank you for loaning them to me they're lovely. Not that your clothes are lovely. Men don't wear pretty clothes, not that your clothes aren't nice."

Then she hung her head, and took a deep breath. She looked up into a pair of steady blue eyes, and saw his first real smile since her arrival. She took the clothes, and watched as he left the room. She got out of her wrinkled work clothes, and put on the t-shirt and sweats. Both were way too big, but they felt so good.

She lay down on the bed, and fell asleep instantly. She dreamed about a tall blue eyed stranger for the next two hours. Cassie woke from her nap feeling a little more rested. She made her way out into the living area to find Clint sitting with a bowl of pop corn watching a movie.

Clint turned when he heard her soft footfalls approaching the couch. He smiled to himself when she stopped, and seemed to fidget. Her hair was frizzy, his clothes hung on her small frame, and she was starring at her bare feet. Finally, she raised her pretty brown eyes and spoke.

"Do you mind if I join you?"

"Not at all, take a seat. Are you hungry? I can order pizza or something."

"Is there any more popcorn", she said looking at the bowl in his hands.

"Yeah, let me get you some."

"No, that's ok. Chances are I'm going to be here for a while, I might as well make myself at home", she said with a smile.

Clint watched as she made her way to the kitchen, and began opening the cabinet doors. Soon, she found the popcorn and stuck it in the microwave. He could hear her get a bowl, and then a glass down from one of the shelves. He heard the clink of the ice as it hit the bottom of the glass. Soon, her snack was finished and she was making her way over to him again.

She sat down beside him, and put her water on the coffee table in front of them. She was quiet through the whole movie, never asking questions or making comments. He found that he liked that about her. She could sit and be quiet unlike a few other people he knew.

After the movie was over, she turned to face him,"I hate to pry, but are you the only person living here?"

"No, the rest of the team will be home at the end of next week."

"The rest of the team, who are they?"

"Tony Stark, Bruce Banner, Steve Rogers, and Natasha Romanof."

"Oh", she said, "I'm glad you have friends."

"Don't you?"

"I have colleagues, but no friends. I'm a boring person, or so I've been told by countless ex-boyfriends", she said with a smirk and not a hint of bitterness.

He looked at her oddly. The woman seemed to have a sunny disposition, and made nervous babbling cute. She knew when to talk, and when to be quiet. He found that he was quickly growing to like her. She was shy, he could tell, but she was making an effort to be near him. Something few people did.

"You're wrong Cassie, you've got one friend and I have a feeling that before you leave Stark Tower you'll have several more."

Please tell me what you think :) I also need ideas on what the denvice might be lol I'm not good with that kind of stuff. Also, what do you think her secret ability is? That question will be answered in the next chapter!