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Discussion in 'Pandora, Year 1 - 7' started by Clint Barton, Jun 25, 2018.

  1. Clint Barton

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    Date- 20th June, year 7
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    It was late, late enough that the sun was beginning to go down and yet Clint was not moving from the rooftop he'd been upon all day, he was on a stake out, watching a warehouse where he knew weapons were being gathered for a deal. He'd had a useful tip off thanks to his friends in the underground world that one of the leaders involved in the weapon exchange might have ties to Hydra and so Clint had been incredibly grateful for the tip off after frustrating weeks of nothing. He'd kept quiet about what he was doing today to Fitz knowing if he let on that he might have a possible lead the young man would have wanted to help him, he always wanted to help him and no matter how hard Clint pushed his flatmate had refused to leave. It wasn't that he did not think Fitz was capable because he knew he was perfectly capable it was more his fear that everything he touched seemed to turn to ashes.

    It was the reason he'd not told anyone who was within Pandora Town either not Jess, not Peter, not Bobbi, hell not even Natasha and so tonight they were all safe from the reach of his ruin. Despite this he missed having someone to talk to while on a stake out because it was not exactly exciting, watching low level grunts move around, recording the movements of the guards, waiting, hoping that the man he was after would show up before he went and busted this operation. Perhaps it was that wishful thought that brought him the sound of feet landing on the roof behind him, but as he swung round hand reaching to pull an arrow from his quiver that his bright, blue gaze landed on one of the last people he wanted to see and he was hissing"Peter? What the hell are you doing here?"
     
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  2. Peter Parker

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    Clint had been acting weird. And by acting weird, Peter meant just ... straight up not being around at all. Occasionally, he contacted him to make sure he was okay, but as far as physical presence went, it was like he didn't want him around or something, which ... wasn't actually completely farfetched. There were probably several reasons someone might not want a sixteen year old around. Lack of experience or something. Nobody could accuse him of lack of brains at least, because he was one smart kid. Still, Peter had been good. He hadn't hounded the guy, he'd given him his space, he'd focused on his own schoolwork, on teaching Anakin Skywalker how to take out his anger on videogames and not on small Jedi children, stuff like that. Seriously, Mr. Barton would be so proud of him.

    It was entirely luck that had him stumbling across the man tonight. No, seriously. Entirely luck, he genuinely hadn't had a clue that the same exact rooftop he decided to crawl his way up to was the same exact rooftop Hawkeye himself was chilling on top of. It didn't really occur to him that this was a stakeout, maybe he just wanted to get some fresh air with an awesome view, which Peter liked to do from time to time. He could get up there, why not utilize those skills and be somewhere slightly more than just ordinary.

    "Hey, Mr. Barton!" he called obliviously behind his mask, a big grin on his face that Clint couldn't see but could probably imagine as he waved a hand and strolled across the rooftop toward him.



     
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  3. Clint Barton

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    It was like the kid had not even heard him, as he rose up to full height in his annoyingly bright red and blue costume as he ambled towards him, calling out a loud greeting as he did so. Clint barely spared a glance behind him, he was moving across the rooftop quickly and upon reaching Peter covered where the kids mouth was beneath his mask, as he dragged the boy down to a crouched level hissing"Keep your voice down!" Those words spoken he pulled his hand away, his bright, blue eyes were narrowed as he went on"And don't make such a statement of yourself else everyone will know we're here... What are you even doing here?"

    He eyed the kid up and down as he released his grip on the boy, for a moment his jaw worked before he spoke again"You should leave... You should leave right now." He pointed in the direction the boy had come from, to indicate he should go, he kept his eyes cold, his face hardened not caring that it was unnatural for him to look so cold towards another because he needed to get the kid away from him for the kid's own safety. Clint knew if Peter stayed he would only wind up hurt because everything he touched wound up hurt in some form or other. So for the boy's sake he kept his gaze cold, his expression hardened, his voice authoritative without any inkling of warmth as he looked upon Peter waiting for him to leave.
     
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  4. Peter Parker

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    Okay, so Mr. Barton wasn't exactly being super friendly, but it was quickly sinking in why as he listened to his words, his urgency, and his desperate desire to get him to go away. "Oh, is this a stake out?" he suddenly asked, reading the room, so to speak. His voice had hushed then, and he'd crouched down, shuffling the rest of his way over to the older man. There was something about listening to adults that probably should have popped into his head then, but it didn't. The only thing that popped into his head was that he wanted to help. He didn't want to keep saving cats from trees and helping old ladies cross the street. He wanted to help the real superheroes with the real stuff, and if Hawkeye was involved, then it was obviously very real.

    "What's the story? How can I help?" It wasn't like Peter was trying to be annoying or trying to place himself into danger. But then, didn't you have to place yourself into danger to do this job? Nobody had said it was an easy job, and willingly thrusting yourself into danger was kind of the point when the endgame was saving lives.



     
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  5. Clint Barton

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    Peter seemed to pick up from hiss words and actions exactly what was going on, lowering his voice and dropping into a crouch before moving over to join him. Clint could almost feel his heart rate increasing, why was the kid not listening to him? But even so he responded to the kids first quiet comment with the rolling of his eyes and the retort"What was your first clue kid?" The next thing he knew the kid was alongside him, peering down at the building Clint had been scoping out as he waited for the groups leader to arrived which reminded the archer as to where his eyes should be.

    But even as his gaze drifted towards the building as he tried to think of a way to make Peter listen to him and leave, only for the kid to ask him to fill him in, as well as to ask how he can help. Clint's bright, blue gaze flew back to the red, black and blue costumed hero, his hands curled at his sides as he responded"No... Kid you're not helping here... The only helping you're going to do is to turn around and walk away." He kept his voice level, yet firm, he could not let the kid get involved in this, that would lead him to be another person Clint had led to getting hurt with his own mistakes. After all everything the archer touched seemed to suffer and burn until there was nothing left, he could not bare to do that to the kid, not when there was so much hope for him.

    So he added in the same cold voice he had used earlier"There is no story here that would interest you Spiderman, but I bet if you went back the way you came and called Stark he'd give you a great thriller that should occupy all you time..." His bright, blue gaze was cold and he knew Peter was likely wondering why he was being so cold, so unlike himself, yet he knew he had to play the role unsuited to him until the boy went away.
     
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    The Clint he was talking to now seemed different. Really different, and Peter noticed immediately, but it didn't really register at first, not until it really started sinking in. He didn't just sound annoyed, there wasn't a hint of the sort of carefree that Peter was used to hearing in his voice. It was like he was a different person entirely. "... But ... I wanna help you," he told him, admittedly less eagerness there in his voice as he remained crouched beside him, dragging his gaze from the view down below back to Clint again. "Come on, I mean, do you even have any backup? It's obviously not Mr. Stark. Where's Black Widow?"

    He knew looking around wasn't really gonna do any good in answering that question for himself, but fro some reason, he suspected that he was here alone, and that didn't sit right with Peter at all. No matter how uncharacteristically cold he was about it, walking away just didn't feel right. "I'm not looking things to just occupy my time."



     
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    Clint found that he really hated being this person when Peter's voice changed slightly, as he heard the teenager say he wanted to help him and quietly he found himself responding in silence with words he could never utter to the kid There is no helping me, you shouldn't want to help me in the first place. His bright blue gaze narrowed as he stared at the kid, he could not allow himself to crack now not when he was so far gone. Peter was looking up from the warehouse now, turning his gaze towards him and Clint forced himself to remain outwardly unfriendly, but then Peter was talking again, bringing up the rather obvious lack of back up which was going to be harder to explain.

    The kid knew he was coming back from an injury, which he knew meant Stark had likely ingrained into Peter's head that one needed some kind of support during missions. But before Clint could come up with a retort the kid made his last statement about not looking for something to take up his time and the blonde archer retorted"Are you sure about that kid?" His gaze was drawn back to the warehouse, there was signs of activity down there, like they were preparing for someone to arrive shortly and Clint knew he had to get rid of the kid now, no time to reason with him until he left. Clint's gaze remained fixed on the base as he spoke"I have a communicator to call in support if I need it, unlike you I am perfectly able to handle this type of operation alone..."

    Wary that, that would not send the kid packing or that he would realise Clint had no visible communicator and call him out on his lies the archer chose to add a cold hearted comment in an attempt to forcibly push the kid away despite how much it hurt him to do it"Besides I don't want your help, your just a kid... You should go back to studying, like a normal kid and stop interfering in Avenger business because you are not one of us, nor is it likely that you ever will be if you keep getting in the way.." In that moment he hated himself, he kept his gaze off Peter so he would not have to see the effect his words had, but he did reach for his bow knowing the time for action was fast approaching, in fact he could see some kind of jeep moving down the road towards the warehouse.
     
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    The first jab came at the little 'unlike you', but Peter tried not to let it bother him. It was just a comment and he got it, he was young, he wasn't as experienced as the Avengers were, he still had a lot to learn. But that didn't mean he couldn't help. Mr. Stark had recruited him for a reason, he'd told him he'd done good work. Mr. Barton had recruited him, too, to help Captain America, and that had gone probably as smoothly as they'd all expected it to. He'd done good work then, too. He was sure about that.

    But the next jab was worse. It hurt more, it was like a dagger to hear those words coming from the lips of somebody he respected so much, somebody he looked up to as a role model. Somewhere in the very back of his mind, Peter knew it sounded too cold for him and that something was wrong, but in the front of the mind, his head was somewhere else entirely. Silence followed his little speech immediately, Peter at a total loss for words for the first time, and he thought he could feel some water stinging at the corners of his eyes. Suddenly, he was relieved there was a mask there to hide his face.

    "But ..." The scene that they were overlooking down below was lost to him entirely as his stared at Clint, grasping for words, but he was really struggling. "But Mr. Barton, I-- the Captain America thing, you-- brought me into that and--" And it was fine, it went fine.

    So why did Peter sound a little like he was giving up?



     
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    He didn't need to see the kid's face to know his words had got to him, the silence was telling enough and it drove a painful spike through his chest, in that moment he hated himself, his whole insides burned. But determinedly he kept his gaze off of Spiderman, knowing that if he looked at him now he might give the whole game away, the kid might see the cracks in his mask, he might pick up on the lies the archer was telling as he tried to push him away. The blonde's bright, blue gaze remained determinedly focused on what was going on below him and he debated his plan of action to try to take his mind off the kid whom he was breaking to pieces behind him.

    He could ambush as the car pulled up or he could swing over there and seek to follow them into the warehouse because that way there would be no risk of the car being used as an escape vehicle, of course that all depended on if they even went into the warehouse or held their business outside. Besides he was only after one man, the rest of the thugs did not interest him, but then there was a voice behind him and he was pulled from his thoughts. In that moment Clint sunk further into a dark pit as he went from hating himself to loathing himself and yet he needed to give that one last push, so his insides burning he spoke"I brought a whole load of people in for that kid, you were one face in the crowd..."

    All lies, all to cold, to hurtful for him and yet if he could make the kid leave it would be better for him in the long run, he would not be another person who Clint Barton got killed. So all casual, gaze still fixed on the scene below him he went on"Time for you to leave kid, I can't watch you and do my job.. Go to Tony, or better yet, go home.." Then with that he was raising his bow, taking aim with an arrow which would swing him across to the other building so he could get above the new arrivals who were climbing out the jeep now outside the side of the warehouse opposite.
     
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    One face in the crowd.

    It felt like a brutal attack, and Peter remained uncharacteristically silent through all of it as he listened to a man who looked up to tell him to go home. He wanted to tell himself that this was some kind of test, that Clint actually wanted him to stick around. Or maybe he just wanted to protect him. He didn't know, but he wanted that to be the case. He didn't want to go, but if that were the case, then he wouldn't have been this cold about it, right? It was the exact opposite of the Clint Barton he knew.

    But thinking about it reasonably was something Peter was struggling with. Slowly lifting his hand to grip the top of his mask, he tugged it off of his head to revealed his slack-jawed face, which was filled to the brim with hurt as he stared at the back of Mr. Barton's head. The man wouldn't look at him, though. He was focused on what he was doing and everything about his actions told him that he was ready to just swing off and leave him standing there. He thought about saying something else, but he didn't know what. Anything he said would feel useless and hopeless and stupid.

    So he gave up. Peter took one step back and then another, his mask gripped tight in his hand until he finally turned to make his leave, swinging off likely to find somewhere to sulk until his heart didn't feel quite so heavy.

    THE END



     
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