It was a crisp and cool fall day. The sun was hidden behind grey clouds, and the lonely neighborhood was silent except for a soft patter of footsteps that could barely be heard.
The footsteps came from a man with spiky blonde hair, a leather jacket and combat boots. His eyes were a mixture of grey and bright blue that scanned the area he tread.
Hawkeye. Yea, that's my name. Hawkeye. Or is it? the man thought to himself.
It had only been three hours since he'd woken in a dark alley not remembering anything. Hawkeye found himself hiding his panic, and keeping a straight face, though he had a feeling, most people would be panicking at the moment, not remembering who you are, where you are, and what your suppose to be doing. Though he also had a feeling he wasn't normal.
He hadn't lost his common sense, only his main memory. He knew it wasn't normal for people to wake up in an alley with no memory besides a name. he quickly picked up on the signs that he wasn't normal. He had knives hidden in his attire, his vision seemed increased than what human abilities should, and his name was Hawkeye. Who had a name like Hawkeye?
Racking his brain for forgotten memories, Hawkeye came out blank. His mind was an absolute wall of nothing. He could only register three other words, though the meaning of the words made no sense.
Coulsen. Shield. Bow and arrow.
What could that mean?
Though his memories were gone, his emotions and reactions on instinct were still with him, and he was feeling that panic slowly creep it's way into his mind.
Where am I? who am I? what happened? I can't just suddenly appear somewhere. I had a life. Didn't I?
These questions surged his mind constantly, and instinct told him that first thing was first, find out where he was. So that's what he set out to do.
The cool wind blew against his face as he walked down the paved sidewalk, looking for any sign, billboard, or person that he could ask what town he was in.
A feeling of dread was trying hard to overwhelm him, and he found himself longing for the name Coulsen. Whoever Coulsen was, must have been close, and the harder he tried to think, the more his head hurt and he could feel the blood rushing to his ears.
Uh oh, not again.
The pain increased when images and movies started flashing through his mind. Hawkeye grunted, bringing his hands up to his temples and doubled over in pain. Trying hard to make the pain stop as the pictures flashed…
"Barney, Clint! Supper is ready? Would you boys stop wrestling in the dirt, and set the table? For goodness sake wash your hands while your at it." a women with wavy blond hair who was wearing a small white apron shouted out a window in what seemed to be a small cozy kitchen.
Not long after, two boys rushed in through the patio door and pushed each other out of the way while standing on their toes to reach the running water and soap. One boy had blonde hair and big blue eyes. The other had darker skin, brown hair, and hazel eyes, and they looked at their mom playfully.
The blonde couldn't have been more than three, and the other one, who looked older, must have been five.
"Is dad going to be home soon?" the dark haired kid asked drying his hands off with a towel before his brother snatched it away.
The women gave them a sweet smile and nodded, "yes, so why don't you be good little boys and get the supper table all pretty and ready for daddy, okay?" she said sweetly.
Both boys muttered their 'okay's' before heading to the kitchen. The younger one couldn't help much, but he tried as best he could, mostly getting in the way.
When the front door opened, the three in the kitchen turned to see a man walk in, or more stumble in, through the door.
"Daddy!" the boys called from their seats at the table. The women turned and smiled at the man, but the smile quickly faded into a worried look when she saw him almost fall.
She put her rag down, muttered a 'stay put' to her boys before jogging over to where the dad was leaning heavily against the wall like it was a life support. He was muttering and cursing under his breath.
"honey, what's wrong? What happened?" the wife said worriedly. As she got next to him and helped with the support, the man swooned to the side, and she got a good whiff of what smelt a lot like alcohol.
"I.. was.. Work." he slurred, still trying to steady himself even with his wife's help. "can't ..believe…got… layed..off." he said heaving a huge sigh as a convulsion went through his body, causing him to grunt in pain and almost collapse to the ground.
The women's face went from worried, to shock and despair. "you got layed off? But your job is our only income! What're we going to do! We're barely getting by as it is." she started rambling on.
"Shut up Claire!" the man yelled, causing the kids to jump and the women to wince. It was the first time their dad had ever raise his voice so much, especially directed at one of them.
The women sighed as she watched her husband flop on the couch.
He was drunk. Beyond drunk. She had never seen her husband like this before.
"Get me another beer." he muttered with another groan of pain as he rolled on his side.
The women frowned worriedly, "honey, I really don't think.."
He shot up, his face red and angry, "I said, get me another beer!" he screamed again and the women stepped back in fear.
The children stared wide-eyed as they watched there father pass out before he could continue yelling. There mom stayed glued to her spot with wide eyes like a deer in the headlights.
"Mom? What's wrong with daddy?" the blonde boy said, his large orbs wide and scared. He'd never seen a scene like this before.
After another few moments of silence, she finally turned to face her sons, she had tears fighting at her eyes. "n...nothing sweetie. Mommy's just going to… you kids eat.. I'm going to go take a nap in my bedroom okay?" she said wiping away a tear that had started to fall. "and, don't bother you daddy. He's had a hard day at work." she informed before running off and locking herself in her room with a click.
Hawkeye breathed heavily as the images and voices faded from his aching head. His head was still pounding but he forced himself to straighten up, and continue walking.
What had just happened? Was that apart of his life? The life he apparently had? He shook his head and closed his eyes shut. Thinking just made his head hurt worse.
It was like having one piece to an one-thousand piece puzzle.
Hawkeye finally shook the feeling, gathered the only thoughts he had, and kept moving. He figured that at least would get him somewhere. Though two feelings were bugging him.
One of them was he had a gut feeling he wasn't the same as he'd been before. He felt different in a way, like the way his muscles didn't seem to relax with his body. His movements were fluid but unusual feeling. It was weird, as he couldn't even describe it to himself.
The other feeling had been knawing at him a half hour since he'd woken up. He could feel it. He knew it was true.
He could feel eyes on him. He was being watched.