Okay, so far, I've been doing very well lately in this agency. I've been able to find my way around by my hearing and sense of smell, once and a while there'd be a sign, but it was pretty rare. They seriously need a map to this hell hole. And I'm already calling it a 'hell hole' when I've only been here for less than 4 hours.

At the moment I was walking down the hall way, not looking for anything in particular when the familiar scent of Clint filled my nostrils. I couldn't help but feel butterflies in my stomach when the scent of him filled my lungs. I don't now if I should trust my feelings. Lately I've been letting them get in the way, and I'm mad at myself because of it. I let myself talk to a complete stranger in a biker bar, but, if I haven't done that, I may have not been able to have such a great friend.

Or something more.

Oh my God, not you again.

Sorry love, but I'm back.

As I can tell.

Recap:

Well, I have a voice in my head. I know, more of a reason to be a freak. I think it was a thing that happened back when Scale was doing experiments on me. But the voice is the thing that kept me company when I was little. Bruce and his parents were really the only people I would talk to.

VOICE: So you like him?

ME: Yes, but, as a friend.

VOICE: Uh-huh course you do.

ME: Shut up.

VOICE: Dearie, you know I can't do that.

ME: I know, just please, I'll talk to you later.

VOICE: I'll be here.

ME: Yah, yah.

I ended the conversation. I wasn't real happy about the voice in my head coming back. I thought I got rid of it when I was 18, because that's when it stopped. But apparently, that doesn't happen. I ran my hands through my hair and closed my eyes leaning on the nearest wall.

Which there wasn't, like I imagined there to be, and instead I was caught before I landed on my side. I hadn't noticed because of the little conversation I've been having with the voice, but the scent of Clint was strong and honestly I believe he was the one that caught me. I looked up at my catcher to confirm that it was actually Clint. I couldn't help but smile.

"Thanks."

"No problem." Clint said helping me back to my feet.

"Sorry to have, fallen into you."

"It's fine."

"I thought there was a wall there, but, there isn't."

"Well, I just opened the door to my room, so that's why."

"Oh, well, that's nice."

"I just came out to look for you, I thought that maybe you'd like to start your training."

"I'm game."

"Let's go then."