Hai guise. It's Courtney. Aaaaaaand, this is my first Stint fanfic.

My first fanfic on this account.
Omg but no.
I know, it's nowhere NEAR to what Hawkeye's real childhood was, but, it's AU. Leave me
alone. I think it's clever.
And awesome.
And perfect.
LOL JK.
But seriously.
I hope you guise like itttttt

Chapter One

I followed the tall, buff, blonde man in a blue shirt and red basketball shorts into the top floor in Stark Towers to meet the other Avengers. I fidgeted with my sleeves as he cleared his throat.

"Avengers. We have a new member." They all looked up at me and I felt myself tense up and start to get nervous. I scanned the room. There was a red-headed woman sitting on top of a counter, an attractive man behind the counter mixing drinks, and two men on the couch. One was dark haired, reading a book, and the other had blonde hair and was rather large. The man I followed, Captain America, pointed at the girl.

"That's Natasha Romanoff, better known as Black Widow. She's an assassin, deadly. One of the best, Do NOT get on her bad side." She smirked and wiggled her fingers, waving smally. I relaxed a little. Only a little.

"I'm the amazing Tony Stark, or, as I'm better known, Iron Man," said the man behind the bar, popping up from beneath it with a bottle of whiskey. Natasha rolled her eyes and crossed her arms.

"Could you be any cockier?" He pushed her off the countertop.

"Yes, I could. And get your poisonous ass off my counter." The tall blonde man stared to laugh, and loud thunderous laugh.

"I am Thor, the demigod of Thunder!" I smiled. They aren't so bad, except for Tony. He's weird. He kept eyeing me, I wasn't very...okay with that. The dark-haired man was sitting next to him, to engrossed in his book to care.

"That's Bruce Banner, aka, The 'Incredible' Hulk, you know, the big green guy?" Tony said, making air quotes around 'incredible,' and rolling his eyes. I nodded slowly, knowing I could easily remember their names. "Well kid, what's your name?" He asked me, taking a step closer, his eyes darkening with lust. I backed away, inching closer to Captain.

"C-Clint Barton. Or Hawkeye." I spoke quietly, looking at the ground. I could feel Natasha looking at me. I looked up and she licked her lips. I could feel the pink spread across my face.

"Come on, Clint. I'm gonna show you around Stark Towers," Captain said, gently gripping my shoulder. I nodded. I still don't know his real name, and I couldn't wait to get away from Tony.

"O-Okay." I followed him out of the room, and I could feel Natasha and Tony staring at my ass. We walked into the elevator, and I heard a voice speak.

"Where to, sir?"

"Ahh, Jarvis. Hold on a moment." He looked down at me. I pushed my sleeves down, covering my wrists. "Clint, where do you want to go first?"

"Didn't you say there was a pool?" He smiled at me.

"Yes, I did. to the pool, Jarvis."

"Right away sir."

*Three Hours Earlier; Captain's POV*

"Mr. Rodgers, the new recruit is here," Jarvis said, popping me out of my thoughts.

"Thank you, Jarvis." I stood and headed towards the elevator. "To the SHIELD Labs, please."

"Right away, sir." I stood quietly in the elevator, waiting for it to reach the SHIELD Labs. When the elevator doors opened, I noticed a small boy in the training room; he looked about 24 years old, like he's fresh out of college. He had sandy blonde hair, spiked into a faux- hawk, but it didn't look over-gelled. It looked soft and feathery. He had bright blue eyes and a tan face. He was muscular, but not buff. He was absolutely gorgeous. I watched him as he pulled an arrow out of his quiver and drew it. He let go, easily hitting his target.

"Jarvis.." I said quietly, eyeing him.

"Yes sir?"

"Prepare his room to be next to mine."

"Yes sir." I looked at him, the way he stared intently at the target was...Mesmerizing. He looked at me just then through the glass, our eyes meeting. He blushed profusely and I smiled.

"Ah, Captain, you're here!" Agent Fox said, coming up to me. This is Clint Barton, or, his CIA name, Hawkeye. He's a master archer, deadly assassin, and he, obviously, was trained by the CIA."

"How did the CIA find him?" The agent shrugged.

"Dunno. He asked the CIA to not tell us. He said he'd tell when he was ready. He's very.. locked inside of himself." I nodded, staring at him and he retrieved his arrows.

"Take me to him." Fox nodded and i followed him into the training room.

"Clint. This is Captain America, leader of The Avengers."

"H-Hello, Captain."

"Hello Clint. You're good. Fantastic, in fact." He smiled and blushed.

"Th-Thank you, sir." He's very bashful. Cute, I thought.

"We could use someone like you. How would you like to be in The Avengers? It's your choice, of course. You're elite, precise, and great at what you do."

"Uhm..s-sure, I guess," he said, smiling a little bit. I got a better look at him. He wore a long sleeve dark purple shirt with the sleeves pushed up, dark acid washed jeans and all black converse. I looked down at his arms. His wrists looked dark with scars...He noticed me looking and he quickly, yet very nonchalantly put them behind his back. I'd have to ask him about it..

"Shall we go meet the team?" I asked, and we left the Training Room and headed for the elevator.

"Sure, I guess." He followed me into the elevator.

"Top floor of the Tower, please, Jarvis."

"Certainly, sir." I looked over at him as the doors closed.

"And just a warning. Tony Stark is an asshole playboy. Stay away from him."