Pre-Kidnap

Aileen didn't normally do missions for SHIELD. It tended to ruin Ginnie's efforts to point out that the Avengers were not actually a SHIELD team, but an independent unit of their own who considered them allies of the group. But SHIELD had asked Aileen to take a job in Central City, and, well, she'd always liked the city. She'd always been curious about how it'd been one of those that had suddenly sprung up thirty years ago. So when SHIELD had asked her to simply watch a tower block in Central, of course without telling her quite why, she'd accepted. She was only going to be gone a couple of nights, it wasn't like it was a big ask.

Of course, were she able to drive, she would probably have driven herself to Central City and been done with that. She probably could have asked for Ginnie to get somebody to drive her down, but she didn't want to push her luck considering who she was doing this mission for. As a result, she ended up taking a coach down. An expensive, luxurious coach, but fundamentally a coach. She really was going to have to listen to Ginnie and try and learn to drive again someday, and just hope it wasn't as bad as last time. Finally, the coach pulled up to the depot, and Aileen grabbed her bags in order to step off the coach. She couldn't resist a slight smile as she started to walk around the city, heading to the hotel which was conveniently near the office block. It wasn't the best hotel, but fortunately she did have the best room.

Aileen didn't want to crash in her room just yet, however. Sure, she'd want as much sleep as she could get if she was pulling an all-nighter watching the tower block, but right now she just wanted to walk off the stiffness of her long coach journey. Her bag was light, carrying just the clothes and toiletries she'd need to keep herself occupied for a couple of days, and of course her Hawkeye costume and a special collapsible bow. Not as good as her usual one, but portable. SHIELD had told her they had arrows, so she'd only brought a few explosive ones, keeping them buried far below her clothes in the case. All in all it seemed like a nice day.

@trickster

The thing about being the Trickster is that tricks get old fast and you have to keep up with the times. Sure Aaron was brimming with thousands of new pranks, tricks and devices he could use, but then came the ultimate dilemma. He was absolute shit at making said devices. Sure he had created extremely fast reacting land mines and cryo-grenades, but those took time and effort and he still didn't have all the bugs worked out for those two things, but that didn't stop him from making more things and it always ended up with him testing his new equipment, and this was one of those days he was going to test out his prototypes. The usually (more often then he'd like to admit) blew up in his face (literally).

All he had to do know was find a suitable target, and this was one of the few things he was picky about. Pulling pranks anyone could do, but for the new stuff? That person had to be special. The first time he did it, he did practiced on the Mayor of Central City (freezing him and his entourage), then he did it at a beauty contest he burned down and with the land mines he just threw rocks at them at the on the outskirts of Keystone at 4th of july. So know he was out on the hunt to find someone new to mess with. He had everything ready; 5 of each of his new grenades he was testing out, his prototype c01n and the Gravoton-o mark 12 (as the first 11 somehow either exploded, caught on fire or did something they weren't supposed to)

After several hours of walking around, he found nobody. He was about to give up when he spotted something red. Hell if he wasn't going to find anyone to mess with he might as well mess with a Redhead. So he moved around to try and get a closer look at his target, and when he saw her face, oh did he blush. He didn't blush like that since his first kiss. It was unlikely to ever run into your celebrity crush, and Aaron had just met his. Aileen Barton, Hawkeye, had been his celebrity crush ever since Axel should him pictures of her bikini shoot and said to him "Pork rear is as good as chicken breast" and ever since that day, Hawkeye was his favourite, superhero and his celebrity crush.

Aaron was glad for two reasons. He was going to meet Aileen and mess with her at the same time! So he got the gravotono ready, and easily stole a pen and paper from a definitely going to fail play write (Who uses pen and paper anymore?! Technology exists.) Then he approached Aileen. He quickly set on the timer for the Gravotono for 2 minutes, if all went right this should make the bag noticeably heavier to Aileen and will make Aaron see it as well. He approached Aileen and tapped her shoulder

"H...Hi... Um, can I get an autograph?" He asked, what is more him being nervous then an act to try and convince her.

Aileen didn't notice the boy staring at her. She didn't notice him watching her as she walked or the deep red blush on his face. She didn't notice him steal the pen and paper. She was still groggy from the coach trip, and as a result she didn't notice him until he wanted her to. The first time she noticed Aaron was when he tapped her on the shoulder. She turned around to him, frowning politely, but then she saw his red face and the paper in his hand and she laughed softly.

"Of course!" She told him as cheerily as she could after the coach trip. It was possibly a little self-involved, but she loved giving autographs. It was just nice to know she was recognised. She took the bit of paper, signed it and added a kiss afterwards, and handed it back to him, patting him on the shoulder.

After she did that, she didn't wait for him to move away as she turned to grab her bag again. She grabbed hold of the straps and moved to stand in one fluid motion, but as she went to pull the bag up, it didn't move. She frowned and tried again. It was like there was a couple of bowling balls in it. She grabbed hold with both hands and pulled, straining. It was ridiculous. She was like a top athlete, it shouldn't be this hard to grab a bag. She bent lower and pulled again, but it still didn't budge. She straightened up, and pulled her skirt down somewhat. There was a chance that she'd given some panty shots when trying to lift up the bag, and she didn't want to be doing that. She crouched rather than bend this time, trying to avoid fanservice. That didn't mean she wasn't straining as she tried to pick it up again.

"What the hell!?" She said angrily