Name: Toni 'Sparrow' Barton
Age: 17
Eyes: Hazel {glasses are needed}
Hair: Chestnut with Bleach Blond streaks. Waist length
Height: 5"0
Weight: 150
Known Affiliates: Trickshot
Known Relatives: Barney Barton {Father. Location unknown}
Julie Greene {Mother. Deceased}
Andrew Greene {Stepfather. Deceased}
Clint Barton {Uncle}
Bio: Disappeared after death of Andrew and Julie Greene. Suspected to have mutant abilities. Deadly trained with any form of weapon and hand to hand combat; weapon of choice is throwing knives. Worked as an assassin for hire. On the FBI's most wanted list. Considered dangerous and mentally unstable approach with caution.
Helicopters circled in the sky guns aimed, Humvees surrounded me soldiers quickly pulling their weapons, the poor sap that was stupid enough to chase me wriggled in my grasp "Toni Barton," someone spoke over an intercom "we have you surrounded" 'fucking duh' "release the hostage and put your hands above your head" I growled releasing the mans arm from behind him and kicked his rear for good measure before lifting my hands in surrender.
I sat in the dimly lit interrogation room ignoring the chair; after so long on the run I preferred the ground anyway. I leaned against the wall resting my arms on my knees waiting patiently if he 'taught' me it was to be patent. They had taken all of my weapons and ammo leaving me in just the long-sleeved black shirt and black cargo pants hell they even took my boots. Someone entered the room the door closing quietly behind them "Toni 'Sparrow' Barton" he spook sternly "that's my name don't wear it out" I replied snidely looking up at him a patch covered his left eye he glared at me; I already knew this man was Nick Fury Director of SHIELD "where's Trickshot?" "Don't know. Haven't seen 'm" I shrugged "You've been busy these past five years Barton" he took a seat at the table "after killing the Greene's you completely disappeared off the radar for two years" I glared at Fury "no twelve year old child would have the stomach to do what was done to them. . Even if they were crazy," I said quietly; Fury seemed pleased "What do you want? Are you going to lock me up or not?" I asked "oh you will be locked up just not in the way you think" he replied I raised an eyebrow questioningly "you will released under the care and supervision of Clint Barton and the Avengers for rehabilitation" "are you fucking kidding me!" I exclaimed.
