Hello everyone! I am so sorry for my lack of posting and lengthy absence. I am currently preparing to go back to work and I am within ten weeks of giving birth to my first baby. It has been very busy in my life. But I finally got my inspiration and time back to work on another text.
I made the announcement at the end of Stockholm: Redemption of this little beauty, "Once Upon Another Time" (not to be confused with the song from "Love Never Dies"). I really hope that you enjoyed the first one with the breaking love story of Princess Lynnea and Clint Barton.
This story takes place after "The Next Avengers" cartoon movie and after my original work. It has been seventeen years since "Once" concluded on Earth, but another hundred or so years have passed on Asgard.
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Music: "Only Time" by Enya
It was a warm twilight that covered the beach. The waves powerfully surged toward the sand, slowly losing their velocity and coming to crash upon the sand.
The cool torrent pushed at his bare feet and the cuffs of his cargo pants.
Clint Barton was in paradise.
He walked very calmly through the waves, feeling the moment of tranquility.
The amber sun was slowly going down in the horizon, a beautiful sight to take in.
A cool breeze came upon him, mixing in the ocean saltwater, but filling in the smell of jasmine intermingling together.
It was a sent that was familiar and he enjoyed.
Out in the distance, a bright white being was walking in the same amiable fashion as he was walking in the wet sand. It was a long white waist shall that covered over a bikini bottoms.
The woman's long brown curls brushed along the beach breeze off her shoulders and producing that sweet smell that he adamantly adored.
Her perfect chiseled body (covered in a white mid-drift like some cheesy Bond girl) was so close.
The emerald eyes were the two things that he missed more than this dream.
Clint's hand, the back part of his fingers smoothed the contour of her cheek; her hand coming to lightly grasp his in her smooth clinch.
This was his dream after all.
He always enjoyed viewing the mother of his son Francis. How she hopefully still looked after the seventeen or so years they had been apart.
"You came back?" he always said to her at this point.
"I will always be here," her voice replied. "I will always be near, but never far."
The same words over and over again.
"Stay with me," he always requested.
Her hand came and smoothed a lock of his spiky hair behind his ear.
Then the glowing star cluster that appeared at her wrist began to glow.
And the attack from overhead of the large, metal robotic beings that began to charge downward.
Clint's bow and quiver were now on his back, but the weapon's fire always got to him.
He screamed "Lyndsay!" before the darkness would claim him and the dream would be over.
It was not the last thing he saw, but it was the one that he chose to see while he rotted here.
But at least Francis was safe.
And that kept breath in his lungs, spark in his mind, and his heart beating. Hoping that one day, he would see his son again.
Then again, he would never see his son again.
Clint Barton would never see anything again.
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