Stranger

Hello guys, I'm just a little girl who's English isn't her first language. This is a crossover of Hunger Games and Avengers. Also, my interpretation of the characters might be different from yours so don't be offended of the characters seems kind of OOC. Sorry if it isn't that good, I just want to try something new and of course, PLEASE REVIEW! Constructive criticism and praises really means a lot.

Disclaimer : I do not own Hunger Games or the Avengers. This fanfic is also inspired by another fanfic similar to this called "Stalemate" by CaptainTyphlosion.

As silent as a mouse, I warily camouflaged myself with the thick emerald bushes, making sure he couldn't spot me while locking my bows and quivers beside me.

Is he any threat? What is he doing here? Who is he anyway?

On the appearance, he looked quite muscular though I could see some scars on his body which would probably be caused by some kinds of fights. He also wore some dark toned uniform which in some parts were torn and covered with mud and dirt. This uniform he was wearing looked as though it was designed for an important event; definitely not for coal mining.

The most eye catching thing that I noticed about him was his bow that he was carrying. It looked quite high-tech, and that immediately made the word 'Capitol' popped into my head because something like that does not belong in District 12. The weapon would hundred percent outfight my handcrafted one. With that mysterious uniform and prevailing bow, he gave out some dangerous aura...

But the aura was softened by the fact that he wasn't carrying any arrows at all.

What's the point of having a bow and no arrows? Is he dangerous? Should I be afraid of him? Should I shoot him?

Many questions flooded through my head as I intently studied this man. I am exceptionally sure that he wasn't from our District and there were a high chance that he might be someone working for the Capitol, judging by the technologically advanced weapon he had and the odd clothing he wore even if they aren't that vivid...

But overall, he doesn't look that evil.

People from the Capitol or the Career Districts would typically be some ruthless killing machine but this man –whoever he was- doesn't look like one. Atleast if he does kill he wouldn't be that sadistic. Plus, he was wounded and looked quite lost, as if he unintentionally wandered into this forest and got stuck here for some days...

So does make him a threat or not?

As I was mentally debating with myself in confusion, I accidentally shifted my weight too hard onto a dry branch, causing it to snap.

The simple cracking sound from the branch caused the man to turn his attention towards me. I know I should be frightened right now, but I couldn't help but be quite impressed with the reflexes this man possessed.

The man the moved into some kind of getting-ready position but he didn't spring just yet. Instead, he just stared at me (as if analyzing me), his face giving away nothing. I instinctively did the same; concealing my face with that emotionless mask.

Eventhough we were making no sound, my head were full of echoes of the words 'Capitol' and a little of the word 'Spy'.

Just before I would snap with the tension, the man finally response.

"Are you going to shoot me?" He spoke; his voice was soft but firm.

This question made me notice myself. I was pulling the string on my bow and the arrow on it back very hard, too hard. I loosened my grip a little bit but still enough so that I could spring into action and shoot the stranger any time if needed.

"Are you with the Capitol?" My voice was deep and hard.

"No." The man replied, slightly startled but still on guard. "I have no idea what you are talking about."

I could sense some real sincerity here, I relaxed a little.

"Who are you?" I continued, my voice softened a little bit.

The reply was silence.

I tensed suddenly. If he was good and meant no harm, why wouldn't he just answer me truthfully?

"Are you even from Panem?" I asked, making the question wider, hoping desperately for some kind of response.

"No..." The man answered, his voice showed a mixture of confusion and surprise.

"Then what are you doing here? Are you spying on us or trying to attack us or what? Why are you here? Who are you?" I asked, even more puzzled and desperate than before.

It took quite a long while of him staring at me, but finally he responded back.

"I go by the name of Hawkeye." He declared.

Hawkeye? I've never heard of such name in my life. Most names I've known are names of herbs, plants, gemstones, items and sometimes animals. The closest that I knew was probably Sparrowhawk, a name of a tribute from District 2 of the 67th Hunger Games. But the problem is this man was not from Panem.

So maybe, this Hawkeye, might not be evil...

A large part of me wanted to tell him who I am and to help him but the logical side of me stopped me from doing that. What if the man was lying? Some people from the Capitol or the Career Districts are known to be cunning, using dirty tricks to earn their enemies' trust before finally backstabbing them in the end.

"Archery?" He spoke up, deliberately changing the subject. I also noted that his tone was now quite bright and friendly, as if he was talking to a friend he've known for some years.

"What about it?" I replied, not letting my guard down.

"Any good at it? I'm just curious and wanted to calm the tension down a bit, that's all, I swear." He defensively spoke back. Maybe I was imagining it but Hawkeye was sort of smiling a friendly playful smile at me too.

But really, why is he asking this? To distract me?

"I'm okay." I replied.

"Prove it." He spoke.

Easy, I could shoot almost anything within my eye-sight.

I noticed that this Hawkeye was standing directly below a tree, and right on top of his head was a bright scarlet fruit.

I locked my aim at the fruit before finally pulling my string and shooting the target.

The arrow planted itself right in the centre of the fruit; the amount of force caused by the collision also made the fruit fell down on top of Hawkeye's head. I have to sniffle a laugh at the sight.

Hawkeye then caught the fruit before giving me back my arrow.

"You say that was okay?" He asked me seriously in a deep mysterious voice.

I raised my eyebrow at him.

"That was splendid!" He announced in an awestruck way.

I couldn't help but smiled back at his reaction.

We just stood there, doing nothing for a while. Strangely, the silence this time isn't awkward or tense, it was actually surprisingly comfortable.

This Hawkeye, who ever he was, doesn't look that bad too. Most of the time I followed my instinct and most of the time they were also correct. And now, my instincts were telling me to trust him.

"Katniss..."I whispered quietly, making my decision.

"What?" Hawkeye replied curiously.

"My...My name is Katniss." I spoke finally.

Hawkeye just looked at me, seeming to be pondering about something meanwhile I just stood there, not daring to move.

"Well, hello Katniss." He smiled.