"You don't have to do that." Clint couldn't hear the words, but he read them on the strange man's lips. He'd never met the man, and he'd appeared out of nowhere while he was in the middle of hot wiring a jeep that he planned to steel from a slum lord that was staying in a crummy hotel. The moment the man had touched his shoulder Clint's bow had been in his hand's drawn and ready to be fired, his sights set on the man's heart. Oddly enough the man wasn't referring to shooting him though, he was motioning to the car.
"I've got to get to Michigan somehow, don't I?" Clint offers up, too shocked to say anything else.
"I suppose so." The man says, while pulling out a set of keys. "But I thought these might help." He tosses Clint the keys.
"Who are you?" Clint demands, letting the keys land in the drivers seat of the jeep.
"Just a man who knows a little more about you then you'd probably like, Clinton Francis Barton."
"How do you know that name." Clint had abandoned his bow, he's now holding a knife to the man's throat, his bow safely strapped to his back. He had moved so quickly however, that the man is caught off guard. This makes if possible for Clint to force him up against the hood of the car.
"My name is Phil Coulson." The man says as if they had just met a local Starbucks. "I work for a top secret government agency that specializes in security."
"So they sent a suit to take me out." Barton says expecting nothing less. He's made a lot of enemies in his short twelve years. "I guess they don't know that much about me, because if they did they would have sent a team."
"We know more then you'd think." The man motions to a red light that has appeared on Clint's throat. "He'll make that shot if you don't let me up." Not wanting to see if the man is bluffing, Clint allows him up, but his bow returns ready to be drawn at a moments notice if needed.
"You're wrong, they've sent me to try to convince you to join us."
Clint only snorts. "Yeah right, the only reason you haven't had your men shoot me yet is because you know I can shoot faster."
"True, but what I say is also true. The Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division believes that you could be of use to us."
Clint doesn't understand over half of what the man says but he understands enough to believe the man. "What kind of use?"
"We believe that with your background you'd be the perfect agent."
"Do you I have an option?" Clint asks eyeing the sniper who believes himself to be hidden, knowing that if he doesn't like the answer, he can get himself out of the situation.
"He's over two hundred yards away." Phil says knowing who Barton sees. "Yet, you can see him as if he was next to you. It's a remarkable gift."
Clint snorts at the flattery but presses the issue. "You didn't answer my question."
"You do, either you accept and come with me, or I let you leave. If you leave, SHIELD will track you down once again with every intention of disposing of you, and while you may evade us for awhile, eventually we will find you. You've made a lot of enemies, it wouldn't be hard to convince them to help us find you. I'm not saying that you'd die anytime soon, but eventually, if not by our hand you'd die by another. And that is a guarantee, as we won't stop until you are dead. On the other hand, if you leave with me, you'll have a chance at a real life. You're young, we'll send you to school if you like, or homeschool you. You'll get a paycheck, living quarters, food, and my personal guarantee that all those enemies you've made won't be able to find you. All you have to do is say yes."
Clint looks at the car, where the keys are still sitting in the drivers seat, then at Phil. He didn't get all the words the man said but he got the intention, his option were to go with the man and have a cozier life, or run like a fox on a fox hunt only to eventually get cornered.
"Where are we going?" Clint asks, strapping his bow to his back.
"I thought you'd see things my way." Phil says climbing into the Jeep he motions for Clint to get in as well. The moment the boy is in, Phil takes off like his in NASCAR. Clint holds on, his face going green which makes the other man laugh.