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Manhattan, New York.
Jake's Bar, Midtown.
Clint walked inside, behind him Natasha left with her target. He located his man without much trouble. The high-tech hood was still wearing his armor. The faceplate was raised and he was in the process of raising a new frosty mug of beer to his lips.
"It sure is."
"You enjoying yourself Abner."
"Sure am." Abe felt a warm fuzzy glow in the pit of his stomach and it radiated from there to the rest of his body.
This was one of the best nights of his life. Everyone had been giving him free drinks, until Jake said that all drinks were on the house.
'I guess this is what being a hero must feel like. It's probably why that Spider-Louse does it.'
"Come with me Abner. We need to have a chat." Clint took the paroled villain by the arm to the same booth Natasha used. SHIELD agents had come in before the heavily damaged bar opened and did a quick clean up of the place. Most of the bugs were replaced and the sensors on the private booth were updated.
A few hours ago Stark bought out the joint from Jake himself, when Nick made the suggestion. Then Stark turned on the tap and the free beer was flowing like water. Everyone was on a happy high. No one was drunk enough to start a fight yet, and the serious nut cases would be too drunk to start anything on the premise that they would drown themselves in drink, before Jake changed his mind and turned off the tap.
"Hey watch it fella. Hick." Abner tried to get out of Clint's grip, but even with the armor on, he wasn't too successful. 'Hey. How come I can't get out of his grip?'
Clint shoved him into the booth, before Abner tried even harder to break the steel like grip. "Jenkins I have an offer you can't refuse." he sat across from the confused super villain.
"We'll talk business tomorrow. Tonight we party. Hick." his happy was still on and the booth was really comfortable, even in the armor.
"This can't wait. So tell me Abe, can I call you Abe?" Clint didn't wait for the villain to object, "Abe how do you like it? All this adoration and congratulations for being such a big hero?"
Abner thought about it for less than a second. "It's 'Fukkin' great. This's right here's why I got into the game. Did you know that I was a master mechanic, before I made the suit. I wanted fame and fortune, and tonight's the closest I've ever gotten."
"In that case how would you like to feel like this every night? Make as much money in a month, as you would on any average bank robbery you've pulled in the last few years? How would you like to work with some of the most beautiful and deadly women in the world?"
"Would I get to fuck 'em?"
"Only if they let you, and if you force yourself on them, they'll either rip it out by the root or if they're feeling merciful just kill you." Clint had a huge smile on his face picturing this jackass trying to force Natasha. If there was anything left to bury, he'd be surprised.
"Sounds good. Where do I sign?"
Clint pulled out a tablet and popped out a stylus, "Right here." he showed Jenkins where to sign.
Abner signed with bleary eyes. He was still thinking about the sexy women. He'd already forgotten most of the stuff the guy was talking about, but that's okay. The guy had a friendly smile and was buying him beer.
The smile on Clint's face got even brighter when Bobbi joined them. "You done babe?"
"Is she one them babes you were talking about?"
"Heyyy, beautiful. Looks like we'll be workin' together."
"Righhhht." she looked at Clint as she sat in his lap, "What the hell did you promise him?"
"The only thing he remembers are the beautiful and deadly women that he'll be working with from now on."
"Oh lord. You sent him after Natasha." she gave him a deep kiss, "You didn't have to do that for me." she gave him another kiss.
"Hey! Where's my mine?"
Bobbi slugged him without even looking. Abner fell inside the booth while she and Clint made out in the only private place in the whole bar.
Manhattan, New York.
"What the hell does that woman think she's doing?" Nick Fury asked out loud.
"I think she just sealed the deal." Hill said as she handed him a pad, "I don't think agent Barton told her that the booth was wired." she watched the pair make out in the booth, "and I don't think she cares if he did."
"These the figures for the weapons and prisoners?"
"Yes sir. Where do you want to put them?"
"Don't worry about that Hill. There's a place made for just this eventuality." he took a quick glance and returned the pad. "Where's the portal machine?"
"According to agent Coulson, Stark and Banner have already taken it apart to see what made it work."
"The Tesseract's what made it work."
"I think that was only the power source, but from what Coulson reported so far, they've isolated the energy shield and anti-gravity sections. Looks like Stark wants to add those features to his armor."
"Only if we get a version of that armor for SHIELD use, otherwise no deal."
"He already has access to the technology, and by the time we get there they'll have figured out most of the independent functions."
"I know, but the only way he's keeping them, will be when I see some suit on my people. They don't even have to be his best. Hell I'll even settle for the mark II at this point."
"That might work. He's already working on several mark VIII, by the time we confiscate the rest of Dr. Selvig's machine, he'll having several working models."
"How the hell did Phil figure all this out?"
"He's good friends with Pepper Pots. Apparently they chat." she said with a smile.
"Wipe that smile Hill. I don't care how I get my intel. So long as I get my intel." he took a deep puff, and blew the smoke out. "Logan on board yet?"
"He's waiting for you in your office."
"Good work Hill. Take over."
"Uh sir, aren't you worried about the council's response?"
"No Hill I'm not." he left the bridge without explaining why.
Logan was pacing back and forth, like a caged Lion, or a Wolverine. He had taken one of Nick's Cubans and was chewing on one end. The other end was still unlit.
The door to the office slid open, "Will you stop pacing. You're wearing out the rug."
"Ha ha ha. Funny guy. You don't even have a rug."
Nick lit one end of the cigar.
Logan nodded his thanks. He took a deep satisfying puff. He hadn't smoked a Cuban since the last time he was in Cuba. "You ready or what?"
"You're not even gonna talk about old times?"
"What for? You were there. I was there. Now we both remember what happened. My version is more accurate. Yours was always faulty. Slanted your way. This way I don't have to listen to you lie all night. C'mon. We have a Fisk to talk to."
"Joy." Fury rolled his eyes. He did not like dealing with Fisks. They always left you feeling like you were leaving something important behind.