Chapter 1: What's a Hawkeye?
Clint Barton wanted to be the best, he had to be the best or else he was just like every other person who could use a bow. Everyday was spent the same; training. Clint could hit a target from 500 meters blindfolded, but he told himself it wasn't good enough.
After Clint left the circus to put his talent to better use (and some run-ins with the police) he joined The Avengers, with the help of Tony Stark, Clint was accepted in and from that moment onwards Clint strived to be just like his team-mates.
''Tony where are you? We have a situation here!'' Clint shouted into his headset.
''Relax kid, I have it covered.'' Tony's smug tone came through Clint's earpiece.
In times like that Clint really hated Tony. Tony was always the saviour of the people and that gave his already massive ego another un-needed boost. This meant that Tony treated Clint like a novice and Clint hated it, but he couldn't complain. After all he owed everything to Tony for getting him into The Avengers.
Many missions were the same, Clint and the others busting their asses to keep peace and Tony coming in and 'saving' the day, Fury would not listen to Clint's complaint of Stark treating him like a kid. Fury told him that Stark was more experienced than Clint so he would just have to deal with it. So he decided he would do nothing but train to prove Nick Fury and Tony Stark wrong.
For months Clint wanted to quit, he was tired of being underappreciated, his muscles ached, his mind was fried, and he just wanted everything to end. But he thought quitting was a sign of weakness, something the rest of The Avengers did not have, or had at least shown. To him, Clint had the most to lose in the team; he was no body special, just a normal guy with an extreme talent of being the most accurate human alive, it was unprecedented but it wasn't enough for him.
Hydra had been stirring up relations between America and Europe since Clint began in The Avengers, they had very few leads on what Hydra had planned if war broke out or why they had done this but throughout America, countless armies of Hydra soldiers invaded and caused alarming damage. The Avengers tried their best to maintain a sense of stability especially in New York but it seemed when they had one a battle, a horde twice the size would appear.
''Mother-fuckers'' Clint cursed under his breath, he was perched half way up an overpopulated office block, through his scope Clint could see an army of roughly 2000 Hydra soldiers running through a very damaged street.
''What have you got for me Hawkeye?'' Steve Rodgers (Better known as Captain America.) broke through on the earpiece.
''Well Cap I've got roughly 2000 of those Nazi bastards headed your way, would you like me to slow them down for you?'' Clint smirked.
''What have you got in mind Clint?''
Clint dropped his quiver and ran through his selection of trick arrows. ''Well I've got Sonic, Smoke, Nets and some Flash bangs to slow them down.''
''Smoke them out.'' Steve gave the order.
''Right away Sir.'' Clint saluted to the sky, pulled his retractable bow out, flung it forward and placed two Smoke arrows in the bow, he stretched the elastic, smiled and let go. The two arrows flew in blue sky and slowly dipped down, meeting its target in less than 5 seconds. The arrows detonated and smoke spewed out, disorientating the Hydra soldiers.
''Good work Clint.'' The connection made the transmission bad but Clint was sure it had worked. He never missed.