Warning: This is not an actual story. It's just little scenes that I made up but could never fit into a full, blown-out story. This is for Hawkeye fans, because he's My Hero.
Clint couldn't sleep. He had a feeling that there was someone -or something- in the mansion. He told himself it was nothing, and decided to get a drink of water to calm his nerves. He was halfway down the stairs when he saw her. She had dark brown hair, shocking electric blue eyes, and was wearing a pale blue nightgown. When she saw him she disappeared into the kitchen. Curiousness got the better of him, and he followed her. In the kitchen she turned to face him.
"Clint," she said in a voice like bells. "I am nothing more than a ghost… to you. I am still human, but a curse has been brought upon me. I can only touch with a frozen touch, I can only do whatever a ghost can." She suddenly looked sad. "Help me," she pleaded, her eyes brimming with tears. "Find a way." Coming over to him, she touched him lightly on the arm. Clint felt as if he were frozen in ice as the feeling spread up his arm and through his whole body. It was like he couldn't move or breathe; there was only coldness.
"Clint? Clint, wake up!" He opened his eyes to see a very concerned Wasp looking down at him.
"What happened?" he murmured.
"I don't know. I woke up this morning and came downstairs to see you on the floor, unconscious," she said.
Hawkeye caught the girl by the arm. She looked at him, her moon-grey eyes flashing in annoyance.
"What are you doing?" Hawkeye asked.
"I'm leaving."
"To where?"
"None of your business."
"Moonfire, I'm sorry." She stopped struggling and looked at him.
"What?"
"You heard me."
"No, I didn't."
"Yes, you did!"
"No, I didn't!" Hawkeye sighed.
"Alright, alright. I'm sorry."
"What was that?"
"Okay, now you're pushing it."
"No, really! I didn't hear you!" In the course of two seconds she grinned at him, and then started to run. He ran after her, and, grabbing a pillow from the couch beside him, chased her through the entire mansion.
*sighs dreamily* I love Hawke- wait, what am I saying?! I can't say that out loud! Okay, well, I typed it. But that counts.
I will post on this story whenever I get hit by inspiration. Criticize all you want, but this is my story and it'll go where ever I want. Thanks for reading, and review if you don't/do like!