Hawkeye Moved into My House One Day Chapter 1: Introductions, an avengers fanfic

So, this story actually started years ago. Back in 2012 to be exact. Everyone meets there muse somewhere, and this is how i "met" Clint. I wrote this little blurb back in 2015 for my facebook followers, but never put it here. Now, this story has sort of taken a mind of its own with multiple chapters. I guess this counts as a self insert, but the "writer" here is only loosely based on experience and even she takes on a character of her own that is not essentially me.

So enjoy.

Hawkeye Moved into My House One Day...

CHAPTER 1: Introductions

It was early May. I decided to go out for the night in the same fashion I did almost evening I wanted to be by myself. First a movie, then dinner, and a long drive home with my favorite music blasting and me singing like a royal idiot. No one to judge the movie I watched, no one to look disapprovingly across the table when I finished a massive dessert all by myself, and no one slapping my hand off the radio dials from my occasional binge of country music or Miley Cyrus.

That night I went out to see an incredibly popular movie (we all know it was Avengers) and I left the movie theater with an absolute fire in my belly for that peculiar star who had so few lines, but such an imaginative, mysterious background.

As I sat to my meal I thought about that archer. We had so many things in common, I considered. I loved archery, and so did he. That seemed like enough to develop a friendship in my book. Pretty soon I started something that I was rather guilty for in restaurants. I ordered my meal, hunted down a pen in my purse, and dug out an old receipt. Putting pen to paper, I began to write out a few notes that, unfortunately, usually sent up a red flag to my waiter. I can't tell you how many times I've been mistaken for a food critic. My food hit the table and I glanced up to see him... The man who consumed my fascination.

Clint Barton had a vaguely disoriented look, as if he couldn't decide how exactly he ended up at my table in the corner of an Applebee's in Nowhere, New Jersey. I had to admit, I felt the same. His eyes, crystal blue like a spring morning, glanced around the room once or twice before settling on me. I pushed my food aside to better consider him.

I saw pain there. A deep hurt, a concern, and confusion. He'd just won a battle against an alien race, and yet there was still so much he didn't understand. What happened to those friends he had lost? Where was he going to end up? Was he a monster? So many questions scrolled across his face like a neon billboard in a convenience store window. He might have saved the world, but that didn't mean he wasn't still a man.

I leaned forward, stacking my chin on top of my fist to keep my voice just between the two of us. "I feel like there's a story hiding in you." I said to him.

"I'm not sure where to start," he replied.

I glanced down at my sorry excuse for a proper writing implement. Like a newspaper reporter caught without her notebook. "I guess I would say to start at the beginning. After all, it's not like I know you."

Those cerulean clouds dashed across the table and locked onto my dismal hazel ones. "That might take a while."

I shrugged. "I'm not working on anything else."

"Can I trust you?" he asked. Some part of him hopeful, another caught in his own skepticism.

I edged my strawberry kiwi lemonade across the table to rest between his hands. "What have you got to lose? Besides... This could be fun."

That day, I wrote Lithium Hawkeye, on a receipt, a couple of napkins, and later retyped it on my computer. Clint followed me home and on many other adventures to come.

Please review! this won't be the final chapter:)