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Post by clint barton on Oct 8, 2012 19:41:21 GMT 1
CLINT BARTON.
HAWKEYE. 35. 23/08/1977. AVENGERS. JEREMY RENNER.
SNEAKRONICITY. 30. AST - NOVA SCOTIA. PM PLEASE. 
Trust no one. Love wisely. These were good mottos... if only Clint Barton had learned to live by them earlier in life.
~~~
His body still hurt from the last beating, but the bruises had already begun to fade. The sad part was that even at such a young age he’d had worse, and all at the hand of his father, the man that was supposed to love him unconditionally, the man he was supposed to trust and look up to and want to be like.
Looking at the body in the coffin he felt no sorrow, no regret, no sense of loss. If he were to be honest what he felt was relief, a sense of freedom, and a strong determination that he would be a better man, that he would never turn out like his father.
“I’m already better,” he assured himself quietly. He had been the youngest in the family but he had taken the brunt of the attacks, saving his brother and his mother from pain whenever he could. He hoped they appreciated it, but he wasn’t sure they ever had. His mother certainly hadn’t, and while she had never raised a hand to him she hadn’t stopped his father from doing so, never seemed to care when it happened. Maybe he was already on track to be a bad man, for he felt no sadness at her loss either.
He didn’t like that thought so he quickly pushed it away, burying it with all the badness so he could focus on his new life ahead.
~~~
He had done it, he had actually done it. After six years in the orphanage he had literally run away with the circus. Sure, he and Barney got all the shit jobs in the beginning, literally, but eventually they were given a chance, they were taken under the Swordsman’s wing and a new little makeshift family was formed.
Trust no one. Love wisely.
He had ended up with two broken legs and countless other minor injuries, but it was his heart that hurt the most. He had come to see the man as a father figure, so badly he wanted one in his life, but the Swordsman had turned out to be a liar and a thief and when Clint had tried to stop him... but that wasn’t the worst betrayal. Barney chose the man who had almost killed Clint, he chose the money, a life of crime, over his own brother.
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“You’re gonna be great, kid. Maybe better than me... maybe even the best in the world.”
Clint positively beamed at the praise as his arrow struck the target dead centre. Everyone had something in life that they were exceptionally good at and he had finally found his: archery. It didn’t matter if the target was stationary or moving, whether he was stationary or moving, as training progressed he got so good that he never missed. The World’s Greatest Marksman, that was his stage name, that was his claim to fame, such as it was in a traveling circus. Trickshot was a great mentor, tough but encouraging, and he really seemed to care about his young apprentice.
Trust no one. Love wisely.
He could only stare in horror at his brother, at the arrows protruding from his body that Clint himself has put there. “I didn’t know...” but was that enough? Once again he had trusted blindly, only this time it had been a set up from the start, Trickshot had used him all along.
He didn’t know how long he had sat there holding Barney’s body, it could have been minutes or hours, but when the police pulled him away he didn’t struggle.
For three days he sat in a cell, the only human interaction coming when he was brought food which he left untouched, until a visitor arrived.
The man identified himself as Agent Nick Fury and he was there to extend an invitation that sounded more like an ultimatum to the young Clint Barton: join S.H.I.E.L.D. and put his impressive skills to good use or stay here and face trial for his brother’s murder. S.H.I.E.L.D. could pull strings, they could get him off free to atone for his crimes in a useful way. As destroyed as Clint was, as much as he felt he deserved punishment, he was also defiant and he was a survivor. The choice was obvious.
Placed under the tutelage of Agent Phil Coulson, Barton was young and cocky but he had a lot to prove, more to himself than to anyone, so he worked hard, trained harder, and became the best marksman S.H.I.E.L.D. had ever seen. The title he used at the circus was no lie.
For years he followed his orders to a tee, killing whoever he was told to kill without question... except once. The Black Widow, Natalia Romanova, was quickly becoming infamous throughout the world and she had be be stopped. S.H.I.E.L.D. needed information she was like to be after as well, so it was a case of killing two birds with one stone. Clint stayed in the shadows and watched her fight, making no move to step in as she efficiently dispatched everyone in her path. It was a thing of beauty to watch, but he had a job to do. Moving quickly, he leveled an arrow at her heart, only instead of taking the shot he stepped out in the open, almost within point blank range. After such a performance he couldn’t strike her down like a phantom, he had to look her in the eyes. That had been his biggest mistake and his best decision, the one thing in his life that, above all others, he never regretted. She didn’t fight, didn’t cry, didn’t beg; she just closed her eyes and accepted her death sentence. The archer hesitated, then made a choice. He gave her a similar ultimatum to the one he had been given years ago: come with him or die.
~~~
Together they were unstoppable, the Hawk and the Spider, and they became S.H.I.E.L.D.’s most praised and respected team, even when their missions often turned a little more showy than necessary. In Natasha Clint had found someone he could trust, a privilege only Coulson held at the time, and someone he could care about.
Trust no one. Love wisely.
~~~
“I never miss, it’s my whole schtick, but only after waking from Loki’s control did I ever wish I hadn’t been such a good shot. Natasha tells me it wasn’t my fault, that it wasn’t me and I get that, I do, but that doesn’t make the guilt go away. All those agents... Coulson... all their blood is on my hands, their names are on my list. I didn’t personally kill them all but I made it possible and that’s enough.
“I have to get on with my life so I hide it away. I tell all those shrinks that S.H.I.E.L.D. sics on me what they need to hear to clear me, and I play super heroes with the big dogs, that’s my reality. A god, a monster, a super soldier, a man enclosed in armour and lasers, and then there’s me, a normal human with no enhancements, just a bow and some fancy arrows. I never miss, I can’t miss because that’s all I have, just that and her...”
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Post by admin bee on Oct 14, 2012 0:20:13 GMT 1
 ACCEPTED!I am beyond happy that we have a Hawkeye! Accepted, accepted, accepted!
Welcome to Born to Die. Remember to claim your face and your canon and then go and start roleplaying!
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