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Sandra looked at Barton who had gone into a boxing stance, his eyes watching her warily. What he did not know was that she was scanning his entire stance and she could feel somehow disappointed. She herself was so in tune with martial arts that one look at someone and she would already be creating ways to counteract the said person.

Barton was a long distance fighter, mostly, but his stance showed he was an excellent hand to hand combatant. But, his footwork was for shit for a close combat fighter. She could see how he was trying to get into a wide stance and knew he did not usually do this. Thus, she decided to fight him using jiujitsu. The martial arts involved fighting with flexibility, lethality and feet.

Seeing as the man was not going to start, she took the initiative. Taking a five at him, she supported her body with her arms before her fight suddenly became like snakes, snapping at Barton so fast he did not have time to react. Two kicks hit him right on his shoulders, the pain numbing him so he glided backwards, using the force of the kicks to escape and buy himself time.

But, Sandra was not willing to let him escape, pushing forward with her arms, she rolled towards him, catching up with just seconds before sweeping him off the ground with her right foot but before he even reached the ground, her and ft foot had hit him on the chest, sending his sprawling away.

Barton had a coughing fit, his brain trying to dissect what was happening. He knew he was not the best out there in close combat fighting but he figured he could carry his own in any fight. But this minute had showed him that he might be overestimating his own abilities. Suddenly, he heard something whistling in the air and his instincts told him to dodge, which was actually good for a foot hit the floor where his chest would have been.

'Is she trying to kill me?' Barton was slightly scared when he saw the floor crach, showing just how lethal that kick was. Quickly, he got back to his feet only to receive a capoeira right to his face. It was so sudden he did not even anticipate it, just falling unconscious as soon as the kick landed.

'She fast! Too fast, I could only keep up because I'm a spectator and my distance from her. She was going for non lethal take downs but each of her kicks were to reduce his fighting ability! She has never met Clint so she must have discerned he would be best for taken down with a martial arts involving kicks! She is very adept in fighting, greater than Clint too at that. Why is she taking the exam to join us?' Fury thought to himself, his one eye narrowing as he eyed the young lady in front of her.

"Impressive display, Sandra Wu San. I see you are adept in Jiujitsu. Where did you learn it if I can so bold?" he asked.

"An eccentric old man with too much time in his hands," Sandra answered at attention once again. "Does this mean I am in?"

"I am a man of my words so yes," Fury said before looking like he remembered something. "Why do you want to join the agency anyway? With your abilities, you can be a great mercenary and actually thrive."

"I figured I can find a lot more guys to fight with a big agency like this. If I am alone out there, the most I can fight are two to three people," she answered. Fury frowned at her answer.

"You're an assassin?" he interpreted.

"Among other things but basically, yeah I'm an assassin. I dare say I might be the best assassin in the world," she said with a bright smile on her face. Fury's full attention was on her now.

"Why are you telling me this?" he asked, alert. His hand was slowly going for the pistol hidden under his trenchcoat.

"I am putting my cards on the table and hoping you see my worth," she said before suddenly appearing on his side, arm on his shoulder. "An organization as big as this needs a person like me, willing to do unquestionable things in the dark, no questions asked, don't you think?"

"What do you get in exchange?" Fury asked, a slight tremor in his voice. Even though he appeared to be stoic on the outside, he was freaking out in the inside. He did not even register how she had come next to him and did not even feel when she had put her arm on his shoulder. She would have killed him without him even knowing. He started regretting why he did not bring Natasha too.

"I'm a martial artist, I am alive the best when I'm fighting. Besides, I figured it would do well to be on the good books on one of the powerful US government agency. Call it my get out of jail free card," she answered then slowly let go of his shoulder. She turned and looked at Fury who did the same.

"If you plan on using the agency to escape prison then you are sourly mistaken and wasting my time," he said.

"I'm not wasting your time, Fury," she said with small smile before giving him a picture. Fury frown for a second before he became dumbfounded because the picture showed a woman in a black trench coat, red leather pants, a red shirt and a mask with a red dot on the forehead holding the head of the North Korea's dictator.

"This is fake, the president of North Korea appeared for the morning press conference today," he refuted.

"That's his thirty sixth body double, I made sure I killed him and his thirty five doubles while I was there. You can send agents to investigate if you doubt me, you will find the mood in the entire country a powder keg ready to explode," she answered. "Now, I understand you already have one of the best assassin in the world working for you, a Black Widow."

"You want to replace her?"

"Replace her? I'm not short sighted enough to undermine her worth. Natasha is an excellent spy and a good assassin. What I want is the missions that you feel like are suicides. Missions that are too risky for your loyal men. I finish them and you will start warming up to me, not on the level of your men, but as an asset you are not willing to break. All I need is to fight those opponents that can make you second doubt yourself."

"But you will not be loyal to us," Fury said.

"We can call that working progress. I can assure you I will never be completely loyal to you people. But, I can sign a contract that forbids me from betraying you,"

"How will I be sure you will honor your side of the contract?"

Sandra suddenly appeared in front of him, her brown eyes staring straight into his. Fury felt goosebumps all over his body as he stared at this eyes that we're looking at him like was just an empty vessel. He was truly intimidated by those eyes of her he was tempted to look aside. But, he remembered he had faced aliens more stronger and bloodthirsty than anyone he ever saw and perservered on.

"One thing I learnt from my predecessors, never to treat your words as air. If I say I will not betray you unless you act against me first, I will keep this word till the day I die!" she said as a formless energy suddenly escaped from her body, spreading for miles all around her. Fury felt his psyche breaking and the woman was suddenly a giant with thousands of corpses all around him. He felt like kneeling in front of her then falling unconscious in reverence but just as sudden as those thoughts invaded her mind, they receded. His entire body was drenched in sweat, his wariness towards this woman rising even more.

"You have excellent willpower, Nick, my respect to you just increased," Sandra said before she was suddenly gone!