Airport

The Barton family stepped off the private jet; Barney pushing Clint to the floor as he ran down the steps. His father shouted to a sprinting Barney, "Don't shove your brother!" Mrs. Barton walked carefully down the steps to pick up her fallen baby.

"Clint," she reached down to lift him from the ground, "my baby, are you ok?"

"Mommy!" he pushed out of her arms, "I'm not a baby! I'm six!" He jumped to the ground and ran after his brother.

"I don't see why we have to move here?" Mrs. Barton complained as she wrapped her arms around her husband's.

"Oil. It's all because of oil." Mr. Barton smiled at his wife before shouting to their assistant, "Get the bags." Oil was indeed a reason. However, something else lurked beneath the surface of Barton's lies.


Another entrepreneur? Great. It's just what Russia needs. Russia especially needs more Americans. This is why there is war in the world. No one is taking control! Everyone just goes where they want. Where's the fun in that? I'll have to deal with these Bartons. But how?


So, I tried. Sorry, it's short. I'm not sure if this can go anywhere. I plan on updating it. Thank you if you are reading this :) You are awesome. Thank you :D This is only the first chapter. He will meet Natasha soon.