cont. from [x] with @coffee-archer
Nat almost made a face, kid. When would they stop calling him kid? He was twenty-three, not thirteen. Instead he extended his free hand. “I’m Nathanael. Nathanael Hunt, people call me Nat though. I’m not usually in the field.” The reason to that was a.) he wasn’t a fighter and b.) he was, no matter what he thought himself, too valuable to at risk on a regular basis. On occasion though, for longer undercover missions or stealth missions that had to succeed no matter what, he was brought out in the field. As long as the asset was still alive, he could heal them. To a physical price, of course, since it took a toll on him to use his abilities.
“It seems like we’ll be working together on this mission, Sir. I’ll do my best to not be in your way.” Actually, he and Clint seemed to be the only ones for this mission, which meant, it had to be a stealth one.
