The Weapon
A.N.: This is my first official posted fanfiction and so don't expect miracles. I will only be continuing stories if people honestly want to see the rest of the story, so review if you want it finished. It will have periodic updates because I am still a high school student and my parents hate anything that is fanfiction because I'm a hardcore BL fan. I can maybe write straight but probably not so keep that in mind as this story progresses. I don't have a plan for a ship, in fact I was just going to leave it gen, but hey if you want it review and tell me. Thanks, Insanity.
Chapter 1
Clint clenched his fists as he watched the kids handlers. To them the kid was a tool he saw that, Natasha saw that Coulson saw it, he knew Fury saw it, and worse of all the kid saw it. The kid saw it and accepted it. Dammit, that kid couldn't be any older than 14.
"Hawkeye, Widow, Coulson." Fury said, "Meet your new student and partner."
The kid just stared at them, his eyes blank. The Handler with a prosthetic leg, eye patch, and way too many scars tapped the boy with his cane, nudging him. The boy stepped forward bowing slightly.
"I am Weapon," the boy, Weapon said, "I'm looking forward to working with you."
Clint, Natasha, and Coulson nodded back. The kid turned to his handlers as Fury stepped up to coulson, taking him aside to talk to the kids handlers.
Clint grit his teeth as he watched the handlers. They wouldn't even touch the boy. In fact they wouldn't even come within a foot of him. It just set his teeth on edge.
"What Country would allow their children to be treated this way?" Clint whispered to Natasha.
Natasha glanced at him, "One who wants a perfect soldier, a Weapon."
Clint shifted impatiently waiting to be called over. Another few seconds went by until Coulson nodded at him. As they made their way over they could hear the kids handlers talking to Fury.
"- and if he ever needs to be corrected, or if he messes up just call Dumbledore and he'll send someone down." The other handler who looked quite a bit like the kid smiled cruelly. "He has a special correction." The man's smile widened as he watched the kids reaction. Clint glared at Coulson as he just nodded.
"We'll keep that in mind." Coulson said with a tight smile.
Clint smirked to himself. They would never get a call for some "correction".
The handlers turned to Clint and Natasha, "Of course if you think you can do it, just "correct" him yourself." The crippled handler said. "If you get what I mean." The man said glaring at the kid.
Natasha nodded to him, "Of course."
The handlers nodded. "Now, if we could have a moment alone," The eye patched handler said roughly, "Then we'll be on our way.
Fury nodded. "Very well, we'll have someone right outside the door for when you're done."
The black haired man nodded, unable to tear his gaze away from the kid. A cruel smile dancing across his lips.
Clint marched out of the room anger rolling off of him in waves. Clint watched the kids handlers as the door slid close. Clenching his teeth as the boy slid to his knees waiting for whatever "goodbye" they were giving.
Clint clenched his fists as an hour passed by. "God dammit." Clint hissed, "What the hell is going on in there."
Weapon knew he had a name, he just couldn't quite remember. He knew he had a brother, a sister and parents. He knew them, and he hated them. In fact he hated all wizards, light or dark. They all either tried to kill him or "help" him. To them he was a Weapon. Someone to protect the wizarding world from all bad things in the world. After all with their logic, since he killed one Dark Lord he's obviously a gift from Hecate to be their Weapon against all of the bad that they create.
The first memory Weapon could recall was Voldemort's first death. Ever since then all that his life had been was training, death, and pain. And now they didn't need him anymore. He had gone to Hogwarts for four years, and not even a full four years at that. As he had spent all of his 3rd year training.
Ever since Weapon had turned 6, he found out about the Horcrux within himself. "Master" James and "Master" Dumbledore had "graciously" taken him to Gringotts to remove the soul shard. After a grueling 6 hour process he was then forced to destroy the shard.
At the age of 7 he destroyed Slytherin's locket.
Age 9, the Ravenclaw's diadem.
Age 12, Helga's cup.
At age 13 he stole his "father's" invisibility cloak after his brother, Nick, gloated about it. Luckily nobody knew it was him, after all what Weapon would steal from his "Master"?
Halfway through the year they found the next Horcrux at Borgin and Burkes, Tom Riddle's Diary.
2 years ago they had found the last one. They wouldn't allow him to destroy it until he had completed his training. It took him 2 years but he did it, just 6 days ago he had completed it. He had gone against twenty of the Orders finest including Dumbledore, Moody, Remus, Lily, James, Sirius, and many others. In short, he utterly demolished them, and he did it all without moving a step. He had disarmed every last one of them within 2 minutes.
After the last test Dumbledore led him up to his office watching gleefully as Weapon destroyed the last Horcrux. Snatching the ring out of his hands, he told Weapon of his last mission: Destroy Voldemort and all of his followers. It took him 2 days to track down and kill all of Voldemort's followers. Then just a day ago he had found Voldemort and Malfoy Manor. He destroyed the wards and killed every human inside.
His mission was complete.
As expected Dumbledore then took all of the glory and he was shipped off. They no longer had any use for a weapon. He spent last night and all of this morning being "retaught" how to withstand torture as a farewell "gift" for his "loving father". The worst thing was that he wasn't allowed to heal himself, of course he only had to follow their rules for the next few hours as soon he would belong to somebody else. Weapon was sure he would have felt relief, if he could, he saw the four people already waiting for them. He only had two hours at most with his previous owners. Weapon watched his new partners and Handler with interest.
Agent Hawkeye was used to using a long range weapon, but not a gun, he had the wrong calluses. Most likely a bow.
Agent widow was a specialist at hand to hand, very flexible, fast, she also seemed to be proficient in guns.
Agent Coulson was... different. He could use a gun well but he was different. He seemed too – too kind.
Weapon looked away. They couldn't be trusted. They were to... open. Weapon cursed himself as he felt a sharp nudge on his back. "I am Weapon." He said bowing, "I'm looking forward to working with you." Weapon watched as the Director and Coulson came closer. Quickly he turned around staring at Moody, and James.
"You had better not mess this up." James growled, "This is the only reason why you're alive." James nodded to the Director. "Dumbledore owed that man and you, are his payment."
Weapon nodded, turning back to Coulson and the Director.
"Tell Dumbledore if his Agent is as good as he said he is then his debt is payed." Fury said as he stopped in front of them.
"Of course," James said confidently, "He's been in training before he even turned two, and he'll be 16 in just 2 weeks, July 31st."
Weapon watched the shock and slight anger lit across Coulson's face. A small smile flashed across his lips. It was always entertaining to see people either feel anger for him.
"He never disobeys," James said, "Well, at least not anymore."
Weapon watched as his new Handler called over Hawkeye and Widow.
"And if he ever needs to be corrected, or if he messes up just call Dumbledore and he'll send someone down." James said glancing at him with cruel desire. "He has a special correction."
Weapon twitched as the reminder of his earlier torture made him ache. Weapon watched as his new handler smiled tightly nodding. "We'll keep that in mind."
A small smirk flashed across his lips. It seems they don't like that thought much.
Weapon stood there silently as Moody turned to his new partners, "Of course if you think you can do it, just "correct" him yourself." Moody tossed a glare at Weapon.
Weapon inwardly scoffed, that glare might have been threatening when he was 3 but after his first kill it lost all affect. Weapon watched as Widow nodded.
"Of course."
Weapon laughed in his head, like they could do worse than his last Masters.
"Now if we could have a moment alone," Moody said roughly, "then we'll be on our way."
Weapon sighed internally, watching the cruel smirks over take Moody and James' lips.
Fury nodded, "Very well, we'll have someone right outside the door for when you're done."
James nodded, unable to tear his gaze away from Weapon. Weapon watched as Hawkeye marched angrily out of the room, positioning himself outside the door, preparing to wait for James and Moody to be done.
Weapon slipped to his knees knowing he would have to prepare for their final "loving" farewell. After all this was most likely the last time they would ever see each other.
Weapon closed his eyes as the door slid close, gritting his teeth as James tossed his first spell. Multiple wounds carved into his skin causing a small gasp to leave Weapon.
Weapon sat there taking spell, after spell. Shattered bones, cruciatus curse, dark spells, light spells. Weapon grit his teeth through all of it, not allowing a single sound to escape him.
After 2 hours had passed they finally stopped. Weapon mentally screamed as he forced himself to stand up. This was the worst they had ever done. He didn't know if he could keep the tears in this time. Slowly the bowed to the two men.
"Thank you for the lesson, Masters." Weapon forced through clenched teeth.
James smirked walking towards the door, following after Moody, "Of course, Harry." James smile widened, taking delight in the violent grimace Harry couldn't hold back. His body shaking as he forced himself to stay standing and bowed the waist.
Harry's magic flared as the doors closed behind the men. Harry sighed in relief as his magic numbed his body. Slowly he walked to the door, gritting his teeth as the pain overruled his magic. Harry walked to Hawkeye ignoring the worried looks that he sent him. "Where will I be staying?"
Hawkeye looked at him, concern clearly evident in his eyes. "Kid you need to go to the hospital,"
Harry stared at him blankly. "I do not believe that is true therefore I must decline your offer." He said bowing slightly. "Please either take me to my residence or to someone who could lead me there."
Harry watched as Hawkeye's eye twitched before he turned around and began walking further into the building.
Harry winced slightly as he limped after him.