Hey guys! I am really excited about this. I had a huge huge HUGE burst of inspiration and decided to start this. This is basically a series of short stories that may run a bit longer than short stories on occasion. If you want more info concerning what "this" is, please look at my profile.

I hope you enjoy the first chapter of When I Call Your Name!

A young girl living in fear. An archer who works for S.H.I.E.L.D. Can he save her? Rated T due to implications of rape.

When I Call Your Name

Written by RippleInThePond

Chapter 1: June 3rd-Angels

Clint Barton jumped from rooftop to rooftop, performing his ritual patrol that was assigned to him to Nick Fury. He quickly looked back and forth for signs of trouble. He was a hero. No, he was a superhero! He was Hawkeye!

And he was bored.

He had had absolutely nothing to do all day. It really didn't help that he had been dismissed early due to hiding in the rafters and shooting people with nerf arrows. Again. He let his mind wander as ran, wondering what Natasha Romanov was up to.

Now, he wasn't in love with her before you go thinking that! No, he definitely was not in love with her. The two of them were just a bunch of troublesome best friends that pulled pranks on the agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. Of course, everyone knew that he did it. But Natasha?

She was a silent killer.

His thoughts were cut off by a scream that was quickly muffled but was still able to be heard. He ran as fast as he could toward the sound.

Someone was in danger.

He saw a young woman being pulled by a slim, yet muscular looking man. Clint could easily tell that this man's intentions were not to help the girl in anyway nor to protect her from the girl's face. Although the lower half of her face was covered by the man's hand, he could clearly see her eyes, wide with terror.

He jumped down behind the man and in an ominous voice asked,

"Now, what just do you plan on doing to that poor girl?"

30 minutes ago at Xavier High

Rachel Clayre Deith was a very lonely 15-year-old foster child. She sat attentively in class, staring at the board as the teacher gave a lecture on the Neolithic people in Africa.

Rachel Clayre was not your stereotypical foster child. She didn't cause any trouble in school and she was absolutely brilliant. She worked hard for her each and every one of her grades. Her education was her greatest treasure.

Many people mocked her and made fun of her, but she didn't care. She had been used to that sort of treatment for a very long time. But, there was one thing people failed to notice about her as they picked out all of her flaws; she always took careful and pained steps. That she was just a bit too skinny.

Rachel Clayre was a victim of abuse.

Of course, her foster father always apologized afterward and gave her tons of money to keep her from telling anyone. Her foster father was a man who went by the name of James Taylor.

James Taylor was a rather well off man and was an employee at Stark Enterprises and was paid rather well. He was tall, young, handsome, charismatic, and had a fair bit of money in his wallet.

He was also a very, very good liar.

Rachel often wondered if she should tell someone what he did. But, she was afraid. She thought that if she told someone, he might hurt her even more. As she sat at her desk, she tried to concentrate on what the teacher was saying, but found herself wondering what would happen if she told someone. Would she get hurt again? Would he hurt her even worse? Then a thought that made her go cold crossed her mind.

Would he hurt someone ELSE?

She often went through this train of thought, the temptation becoming almost too much until that thought crossed her mind, the temptation disappearing immediately.

Caught in her thoughts, she didn't realize that people were packing up to leave until the bell rang, shocking her out of her stupor. She jumped and gave a yelp as she fell to the floor.

Everyone's heads snapped to her and then they began laughing at her, pointing their fingers at her. She ducked her head as tears of embarassment came to her eyes.

They all left and she sat on the floor in shame. She soon picked herself up and left.

Rachel lived a fair distance away, but not far away enough for a bus to take her. She walked down the streets, fearing what would await her when she arrived at home.

Rachel was so lost in her thoughts that she didn't notice that someone had been following her. As she turned a corner, she caught a glimpse of him in the corner of her eye. Cautiously, she continued to walk home. When Rachel noticed that he was truly following her, she quickly turned a corner and began to run as fast as she could, her heart racing with adrenaline and terror.

As she passed an alley, someone grabbed her wrist forcefully, hard enough to bruise, and pulled her in. And at that she screamed.

The man roughly covered her mouth, jamming her head against his chest to keep her from moving. Tears streaked down her face as she realized that she couldn't get out of what this man was planning on doing to her. She silently prayed to a god that she didn't believe in, begging for an angel; for someone to help her. Then, she heard a quiet thump behind her and the man who had grabbed her. With a hopeful heart, she listened to a man ask her captor in an ominous voice,

"Now, what just do you plan on doing to that poor girl?"

Yay! I am so excited to have my first chapter done and I think that I did rather well, don't you? As an author, even an amateur one, I love reviews. Comments or suggestions would be very nice. No flames would be appreciated, but if you seriously have something you need to tell me, go ahead. Please read my other stories.