Author's note

This is my first ever fanfic! I love reading Hawkeye/OC fanfics and there just aren't enough in the world so instead of moaning about it, I just went ahead and started my own :)

I totally own Marvel. Well.. Ok. I don't own Marvel. But in my head I do?

whhhhh-THUNK

Perfect.

whhhhh-THUNK

The second arrow sailed through the air at a startling speed, splitting the first arrow straight down the middle. The corner of Clint's mouth pulled up slightly, congratulating himself on his fine shot.

"BIRDY! Been looking everywhere for you mate." Tony Stark strode into the room, reaching over to the right to pick up a pistol from the weapons rack.

Frowning, Clint raised his weapon at the target "Clearly, you weren't looking very hard." he murmured back, concentration on the coloured circles in front of him, arrow pulled taut on the string, power building behind his eyes.

BANG

whhhhh-THUNK

"Shit, Stark," Clint lowered his bow and peered at his target. He'd missed the bullseye by just a few millimetres. But that was enough. "Bit of warning might be nice before you go blasting a gun next to my ear."

"Ha, sorry mate. Don't get distracted now." Tony chuckled under his breath, touching a button to bring the dummy target closer to examine the damage he'd done. "Perfect, naturally." He glanced over at Clint "So where's Star Spangled Banner? Mr. Green?" The machine took the dummy back to the end of the shooting range and he lifted the pistol in front of him.

whhhhh-THUNK

Clint let out the breath he'd been holding as the arrow reached its destination. Perfect bullseye. There, proof that he wasn't losing it.

BANG

"No idea. They're probably in bed like sane people. It is 4am." He hadn't realised the time. How had it got that late? he thought to himself. He quietly placed his bow back on the stand next to where he stood, and looked up at Tony. "Speaking of which, I should probably be going."

He wasn't tired at all. He never was. He was always wired, always ready to leap into action at a split-seconds notice. The fact was that there was just never time for him to have to himself. Was it really too much to ask to spend some time on his own, away from Stark's sarky comments or Banner's curious observations. He just wanted to be alone. He worked better on his own. Or at least, he had worked better on his own. Until Natasha... No. Clint thought. Don't do that to yourself Barton.

Tony looked over to where Clint was stood by the door "Alright Hawk, but Fury's prowling the corridors. Think there might be something going on tonight. It's about time if you ask me, these paws are just itching for some action." He rubbed his hands together, to illustrate his point. Clint just sighed at his teammate and made to leave for his room.

As if on cue, Fury's voice was suddenly everywhere, filling the room.

"All members of The Avengers Initiative to the board room, immediately."

"Oops!" Tony grinned and clapped his hands "What did I tell you? Bring it, I say. Better be some demon scientist or rogue robot. Or a demon rogue robot scientist..."

Clint just let Tony waffle on as they walked to the board room. He'd learnt to blur things out. You had to be able to do that to get any sort of peace and quiet here. Steve was already sat down, elbows resting on the table, chin cupped in one of his huge hands. He sat up when they entered, raising a hand in greeting; he looked tired and his eyes weren't fully awake yet.

Lucky bugger was probably sleeping. Clint thought. Damn insomnia.

"Does that guy sleep in here?" Tony whispered in Clint's ear, who chuckled as they took their seats.

Thor was next to drag his feet through the door. "Where's Fury? He was the one to call us here at the Gods-forsaken time." He sank into one of the armchairs around the horseshoe table, leaning his elbows up on the metal, sweeping his blonde hair off his sleepy face.

Eventually, Fury stalked in, promptly followed by Agent Coulson. Both of them looked rushed off their feet, eyes wide with an emotion resembling excitement. Clint couldn't decide whether seeing Fury this excited worried him or not; it wasn't like him. Where's Banner? Not like him to be late...

"Avengers," Fury's deep voice echoed across the room "At 01:00 hours we received a message from a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent based in London, England. Early yesterday evening they became aware of, and took in, a very powerful young person." His head turned to look at each of the men sat before him.

Clint shifted in his seat whilst Tony spoke up. "And you want us to take this dude out, right? A menace to society that requires urgent extermination. Awesome. Looks like a lad's night in London town people! Easy peasy." He grinned, twisting his body to slam his feet up onto the table in front of him.

Fury's stern, uncovered eye flickered towards the door behind them. "Not quite..."

Tony continued. "What, the street team just need back-up? Can't quite control the little bugger? Is he too big and sca-wy?" his voice high-pitched. Clint closed his eyes in exasperation.

"Stark..."

"Big, mean, nasty man..."

"STARK!" Fury boomed. His brow creased in anger, hands slamming down on the table. "Will you give it a rest for ONCE?"

"Yeah, yeah sure. Whatever Fury. But surely if they've already taken this guy in, they don't need all of us to go in and help them with him?" Tony shrugged.

"Ahem." A small cough that came from behind them made them all jump and swivel round in their seats.

In the doorway to the board room stood a small figure, with Banner close behind it. They inched forward into the light of the room.

"I don't know about big, mean and nasty... Menace to society though? I'll take that." A clear, soothing voice spoke.

"Oh, and I'm definitely not a "dude.""

Wooooo! End of Chapter 1! Hope it wasn't too.. eugh.

Please, if you read it, review and let me know what you thought, and whether I should just give up entirely or carry on with it. I do have a general idea of where I want to take it despite the fact that I just decided to write this an hour ago and it's all fresh from my cranium.

yvaiine :)