"Mmm alright, I'm not used to taking breaks," Clint exclaimed, But if she was ok with it, he supposed that was ok if she was ok with a break. He was glad that he could relax.
He was trying to think of where they could go.

"MM how about a movie or we could have lunch in the park," He suggested, The archer was smiling. Maybe it would be a nice chance to spend time with her.

Sin gave him a bright smile, “Both those things sound lovely. I’ll pay for the movie if you’ll buy lunch?”

This was good, if she could get him to open up a little, just a little he’d have a chance to heal. No human or Other for that matter should hold on to such grief. Though, her breed did often cause a little bit of it, Sin was never one who enjoyed it. She preferred to play with the monsters hiding in the shadows, more of a challenge, more of a thrill, they were stronger, faster, their senses sharper, but not like her’s oh no.

The world Clint knew was only a small part of what it really was.

She only hoped he remained in his and didn't step into hers.

"Ah ok," Clint agreed. He was just glad for a break. He had never realized how much he had needed one lately. Even when his friends had asked if he wanted a break he would always say no.

"So you ready to go." He starts to head out with her. He had no idea what getting to know her would get him into. He though had felt lonely since loosing Natasha.
The man was looking at her. He had a faint smile on his face, He rarely even smiled.
Hawkeye was looking around alert, it was like he found it hard to relax and not worry about trouble.

“Dude, you need to chill a little.” Sin commented as they sat in a grassy kind of secluded area of Central Park to eat lunch. “It’s okay to relax every once in a while. Sure, you’re an Avenger, but you’re a man too and very much a human.” Sinead said it as if there were other things one could be. “You can’t be so tightly wound up all the time, it’ll be the death of you!”

Still, that little smile he gave her brightened her day just a little bit. Gave her some hope. Fury have given her special orders to try and help Clint heal just a little bit. And she was trying, one baby step at a time. Human’s were such slow creatures for their short life spans. They didn’t have enough time in life to dwell on sorrowful or painful things.

"As an assassin I find it hard to relax, and I don't know things been so busy lately, I know I need to try and relax." Clint sighed as he walked by her.
He was slowly trying to relax himself. He hoped that spending time with her and watching a movie would calm him down.

Clint walked with her "So any movies you want to see." He knew that he needed time off. He was lucky he hadn't become sick from the constant training and missions.
He was looking at her.

“Yeah yeah, I get that.” Sin replied waving a hand. “But, right now you’re in very capable hands Barton. I’ll be your eyes and ears for a while, you just relax okay?” She linked her arm with his in a familiar friendly kind of way.

“Mmmm... no, not really, I’m not a big fan of movie theaters. So, really it’s all up to you.” she gave him an inviting smile and a little nudge with her elbow. “Go on then, pick a movie, anything you’d like!” Sin said happily as they walked up to the theater’s ticket booth.

Clint was looking at her. He walked by her. "Though break does seem like a nice idea, surprised how I haven't been sick from all this work and no break."

The man was looking at her "Oh I see," He was thinking and walked into the theatre and looked at what movies were out. He seemed to be calmer now.
"Mmm maybe this one." he suggested.
He knew that he never normally got a chance to do this.

“Good choice.” Sin said as she bought the tickets and tugged him along peppily into the theater. At first everything had been going well, the previews started, then the lights dimmed for the movie and the first hour went by smoothly. But in the last forty minutes she heard an odd sound. A scream it sounded like coming from the women’s bathroom. Over the sound of the explosions in the movie she couldn’t be sure, and it’s’ not like she could ask Clint, his gift was inhumanly good eyes not inhumanly good hearing, it would be a miracle if he could.

She settled back into her seat thinking that it was just nothing. Teenagers screamed all the time and theatre was full of them. It was nothing right? She fidgeted a little in her seat. Something wasn’t sitting right with her, her stomach knotted in dread with a heavy sigh she stood up suddenly. “I’m going to the restroom, excuse me.”

Just a peek wouldn’t hurt. She decided as she smooshed her way between patrons in their seats wishing she could do it faster before disappearing out into the hall.

"Yeah," Clint followed her. He wasn't so talkative sometimes. People knew Clint as a man of few words , and after Natasha's death, it made it hard to talk a lot.
He decided to sit down and enjoy the movie and hope nothing went wrong. He wasn't sure if things would be totally calm. Its like the world didn't want him to relax. He was tired and his eyes closed a few times during the movie.

He looked around hearing her say she needed to go to the restroom "Alright," He was sure something was wrong though.
Maybe he was just being paranoid as he was never used to relaxing. He was looking around where he was for anything suspicious.

A few moments of tense air and suddenly the theater doors came crashing in with a pile of rubble and a slumped over Sinead. Many people screamed and a few rushed out the exit doors. A large humanoid wolf stood over her drooling as she scrambled to her feet but one mighty paw pushed her back down to the floor. The beast was eleven feet tall and easily over three hundred pounds. His grey fur ruffled in anger at being taken away from his meal of a young teenaged girl.

One of her daggers had slipped from her grasp when the wolf had tossed her. She reached for it with all her might but it slipped between her finger as the wolf’s long muzzle inched closer and closer to her neck for the kill slowly so it would be that much sweeter.

After a few moments Clint got up as he was sure something was up. His eyes narrowed. Luckily he had his bow. Even if he seemed strange by carrying it around. He was quiet as he thought he heard growling.
Ok that was odd, he walked out of the movie and to where the trouble seemed to be. He soon caught sight of the large wolf. "What the hell?" The archer grabbed an arrow and fitted it into his bow, keeping his distance he got ready to strike.

Was it a werewolf? Or some mutant wolf? He wondered He didn't think he would come across things. Yet there was gods like Loki and Thor and the Chautari so he supposed there was stranger things out there.

Sin’s piercing blue eyes caught onto Clint’s form in the fray and she cried out to him from under the beasts foot. “Clint! My dagger! Get my silver dagger!” Just as the beast went to snap at her still bandaged neck her hands grasping his jaw just in time to prevent her neck from being ripped out. There was no way someone as tiny as Sin should have been able to hold him back, the wolf looked like he’d even give the Captain trouble.

Like an angry dog he shook his maw and growled trying to snap his massive jaws closed against her tiny hands that were far stronger than they look. “Not today doggie!” she growled herself as she began pulling the wolf’s lower jaw until she could feel it stretch farther than it was supposed to, the tendons snapped giving under her powerful grip.

Howling in pain the wolf dug his claws into her shoulders making Sin scream out in agony herself.

Clint knew it wasn't going good, He grabbed her dagger and got it to her. He was pulling back his bow again after and struck the large wolf with one of his special arrows hoping it would back off her.
He only hoped she wouldn't be too badly hurt after all of this. The man knew he had to act quickly to prevent his new partner from being killed.

"Are you alright?" Clint asked. He was ready to shot another arrow if he had to "What is that? Some kind of werewolf? or something else.?" He didn't know much about the supernatural world really.
Only that the wolf posed a threat to the people and Sin.
So much for relaxing he thought. He knew his day never ended up calm.

“Clint, darling I’m a little busy over here. My hands are fang deep in the big bad beastie's mouth could you be a dear and stab him with the dagger?” She tried to play it off like it wasn’t a big deal. Like the wolf wasn’t trying to eat her up like little red riding hood. Like she wasn’t three seconds away from ripping the wolf’s bottom jaw off.

“Anywhere will do, the pure silver will force him to change back into a human and then I can take him where he belongs.”

Clint sighed, he was more used to long range attacks. The archer looked at her "Alright." he blinked. This was too much like the movies. Werewolves and silver weapons. He made his move and went for the wolf.
He glared at it and stabbed it in its side. Oh how he hoped it wouldn't turn and bite him.
"Take that stupid mutt." The archer looked at her. "I still am more skilled with long range attacks."

With one last ferocious howl the wolf fell limp over Sin’s tiny frame slowly returning to the human man he had been. A boy really no older than sixteen. His first shift no doubt. She shoved the boy off of her and rose to her feet, pulling out her cell phone she quickly dialed a number from memory.

“Poor thing, his first shift.” She said to Clint as the phone rang. Sin slipped the dagger from the boy’s side and sat back sore from her wounds that still bled through her shirt. “I suppose I can’t hide this from you, Clint, but this boy is a werewolf.”

The archer was looking at the boy. He blinked. He saw the werewolf was only a young boy. He was conflicted on what to do. "A werewolf,..... suppose after some things that is no shock."
Clint sighed more "so what do we do.? " he wasn't used to dealing with werewolves. He didn't feel right knowing he had attacked a kid, He kept looking around where he was. He wasn't sure how to feel.

“I’m on the phone with the local wolf pack right now, they’ll come collect him. Since this was his first shift the Council of Others will hopefully not punish him.” Sin shrugged out of her ankle length waist coat and draped it over the unconscious boy.

“Look,” she said once she hung up the phone. “I’m sure you feel conflicted about stabbing a sixteen year old, but trust me he’ll be fine. There won’t even be a scar now that he’d shifted back into his human form.” She walked over to him and gave him a sad look, “I’m going to have to ask you to keep this a secret from SHIELD and never ever mention this in public ever. I don’t want to get in trouble myself or have to erase your memories.” her bright blue eyes looked up at him as she reached out to brush her fingertips over his forearm. “Promise?”

"Ah ok," he was thinking a bit "But yeah I still feel bad for stabbing a kid..." he was quiet for awhile. He didn't know what to say for awhile. He knew it was bad to keep things from SHIELD and something like this wasn't good to hide from them.
But he didn't want to ruin his trust with Sin either.
He nodded after awhile "I won' t tell them, but they find out another way, I could get in trouble."

“If SHIELD finds out what I am or what I know I’ll be in more trouble than you could ever imagine.” Sin whispered sadly.

If they ever found out what she was Sin would become nothing short of a science experiment. To the dark haired woman that was worse than death itself. Death would be a mercy in comparison. “I’m sorry that you have to lie on my behalf, but just know you’re saving not only me life, but my freedom. I owe you big time now, until the end of our lives actually.”