Summary Clint held onto a secret his whole live. He was a member of Hydra. Coulson and his team were tasked with the job of the erasing Hydra from Clints memory. Things go a little bit wrong, he doesn't remember hydra but he is seven years old. Watch as Clint learns what it is to have a family, be brought places and meet new people.
Clint and Natasha were married before he was deaged.
Warning mentions of child abuse, from Clint previous childhood.
White, that all I could see before my eyes adjusted to the light. I glanced around the unfamiliar room. Don't scream, don't scream, don't scream.
I tried sitting up but then realised I was strapped down to the bed. My breathing sped up and I began to panic. I heard footsteps coming closer and closer to the door. I hoped it was Barney, but I'm not an idiot. I closed my eyes and just listened, as they entered the room.
"Uhh...Coulson remember how you got us to look after Barton while he went through the Tahiti project" said the man nervously into his phone.
"Yes" sighed the voice from the other end, already sensing something was wrong, "go on".
"Barton uhh..well..he's like 8 or that's what he looks, he hasn't woken up yet." I sighed lightly as he left. Slipping my hands out of the restraints "idiots" I muttered to myself "can't even adjust straps right", I made my way over to the door. I was planning my escape plan from the moment I woke up. I'd go up high, no one searches up high.
"It's locked Barton" I tried to open it anyways.
"Fuck..who even are you?...why are you keeping me here?...this is kidnapping? Not like my parents would care but still...let me go!...fuck sake...this is torture!" She chuckled slightly and just stayed silent with a slight smile on her face. I crawled back onto the bed. "What's your name? I'm Clint" I said looking at her, she was beautiful.
"I am Bobbi, Clint can I ask you how old you are?" She said while smiling at me. "I'm seven, what about you?" I asked curiously. She smiled, "don't you know you should never ask a woman her age?". Shit. I glanced around the room checking for exits. I jumped off the other side of the bed and tried to get the window open. "I'm sorry" I said while wiping my tears away with my sleeve. Men don't cry. I sniffled as my back hit the corner of the wall. "I'm sorry..I didn't mean to..I'm sorry" As Bobbi came over to me, she was looking at me the way mom looked at me, "it's okay Clint..how about we make that our secret I tell-" I panicked. "No! I hate secrets. Please don't make me...please..please don't hurt me" don't scream don't scream don't scream.
Bobbi reached out and took my hand, my whole body tensed up but then relaxed when she put it on her heart. "Do you want to listen to it?" I nodded smiling. "There's that beautiful smile of yours. Come up off the floor." She said as she lied down on the bed, hesitantly I led beside her and listened to her heart. "It would be louder if you took your top off" I said smirking
"Not a chance" she said as she lightly slapped me on the forehead. I chuckled, "worth a try" I mumbled. I noticeably relaxed as I listened to the constant thud of her heart. I closed my eyes, still smiling.
A couple of minutes later i heard the door opening, my body tensed up and I squeezed my eyes shut. "Shh relax Clint it's just Hunter" she said soothingly. I opened my eyes and stared at him then at Bobbi. "Is he bad?" I asked her in a whisper, she looked me straight in the eye. "No, he's good" she said still smiling, I finally relaxed. "Really, I leave you for ten minutes and already you're cheating on me", said Hunter sarcastically. I sat up and looked at Hunter, "Don't hurt her. It's my fault, punish me...don't hurt her". I started to shake. "Don't make her scream" I mumbled. "I was joking kid, I'd never hurt Bob, she might hurt me but that's only when I annoy her. We trust each other not to harm the other" he said while sitting on the seat beside the bed. "Oh" I replied taking it all in. I laid back down listening to Bobbi's heart. "Is this mine?"I asked her curiously, Bobbi nodded. "Never had one before". Bobbi frowned, "what a room?" I chuckled "no, a bed". I relaxed into the protective feeling of covers surrounding me. It felt unfamiliar but nice.
"Why am I in here? I don't feel sick" I asked curiously after minutes of silence. Bobbi and Hunter shared a glance before both saying "that's classified" in unison. It freaked me out. "Can I leave this room?...please...I mean am I allowed to...uh...may I have permission to go to the toilet?" I said nervously, feeling a wave of nausea come over me. I got up and ran for the bathroom, puking up green stuff.
I walked back into the room clutching my stomach. "Clint are you okay?" Bobbi asked me as she got up to help me onto the bed. "Would you like to go into the kitchen and we get you something to eat?" She asked me, the cramps in my stomach were unbearable but I had been thought long ago what happens to children who complain. "No thank you..I don't want to be a burden." I said as my mouth started watering. "You sure Clint?" You won't get in trouble for wanting something to eat.", Bobbi asked. "Are you hungry Clint?" Hunter asked me. I took a deep breathe, trying to ignore the pain. "I won't get hit?" Bobbi smiled at me, her smile makes me feel calmer. "No you won't get hit" she said to me. "Do you want something to eat then?" Hunter asked me again. I nodded. "Use your words Clint" Bobbi said, still smiling. "May I have granola?" I said causing Hunter and Bobbi to chuckle. "Of course you can have granola, Clint, come on into the kitchen" she said and I followed her in. "Are you my new parents?" I asked as Hunter sat me on the counter. "What..uhh..we're not...not anymore...well we're...no we're not your new parents" he stuttered shocked at my question. I felt tears building up in my eyes, I climbed up the presses and crouched on the top shelf.
"I'm sorry...it's just you're really nice..both of you..and I get my own room and a bed and blankets and new pyjamas and there's no really long list of rules and i get granola...and you don't ..hurt me" I said sobbing while hugging my legs against my chest. "Please don't make me go back"
"Clint it's okay, you're staying with us but we're not your parents. You still have to do as we say but we're not gonna punish you or ignore you. We're just keeping you safe." Bobbi said smiling, I climbed down and into her arms, lying my head in the crook of her neck. She sat down and put a plate full of broken up granola bars in front of us. I looked at her with wide eyes. Bobbi giggled, "why do you look so shocked Clint?". I smiled, "Is it all for me?" I asked before digging in, not waiting for a reply.
"Are you full?" Bobbi asked me when I had finished eating. I shook my head, testing them to see if I could get more food. "How about some ice-cream?" Hunter smiled while asking me. I looked down, feeling ashamed that I don't what ice cream is. I felt tears build up again. "Or a cookie or a bar or a banana or yoghurt or an apple lattice or bread and jam." He continued. "Bread and jam please" I said confidently, while smiling, before sitting up and kneeling on Bobbi's lap and whispering quietly in her ear "What's ice cream?". She was shocked for a second but then smiled again. "It's a desert, it's white and fluffy and really cold because you freeze it before you eat it, and it's really yummy"
"Can I have ice cream? I'll eat the bread and jam first" I asked hopeful that I'd get both. "Of course you can, Hunter take out the ice cream". Hunter did as Bobbi told him and then handed me a plate with bread and jam sandwiches. Hunter and Bobbi talked while I ate.
"I'm finished! Can I try ice cream now? Please please please" I said, while jumping up and down on Bobbi's lap. Hunter handed me a bowl full of it, it was all different colours and flavours.
I tensed when I heard knocking at the door. Bobbi put me down and her and Hunter crept towards the door with guns ready to shoot. I felt the colour drain from my body.
"Why do you have guns? Where did you get them from?" I frowned trying to hold back the tears I ran and hid on top of the highest kitchen press. Don't scream, don't scream, don't scream.
"Clint come here!" It's okay it's just Coulson. You don't have to hide" Bobbi called out to me. I swung my legs over the side and reached out trying to feel the counter. "Clint come here now" Hunter called out to me. I got fright knowing that voice sounded angry. I slipped and whacked my head off the counter and falling onto the floor head first.
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