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Chapter 1

"Beetee, what are you doing?" Katniss screamed, sprinting towards the Victor from District 3.

Katniss looked up in horror as the lightning struck the tree, catapulting Beetee into the side of the dome. Legs pumping, Katniss skidded to a halt and crouched down next to the unconscious genius. The man was holding a box made up of a mess of wires. One wire was in his dark hand, clearly out of place. The contraption didn't make any sense, Beetee was going to electrocute the other Victors, not make some sort of bomb, if it even was a bomb. Katniss looked around, maybe Beetee meant to blow up the wall of the arena. A low rumble and the static coursing through the air made Katniss look up, the lightning was gathering again. Hearing a rustle in the nearby trees, Katniss dropped and box and whipped an arrow out, notching it. Finnick was standing, hands raised at the other end of the small clearing.

"Katniss, remember who the real enemy is," Finnick pleaded, teal eyes imploring her to lower her bow.

Katniss let out a shuddering breath before returning the arrow to the quiver and shouldering her bow. With a final nod towards Finnick, she bent down and picked up the box, pushing the last wire into its slot. The wind picked up as she heard Finnick screaming behind her. Katniss hurled the box at the arena boundary just as the lightning struck the tree, coursing through the branches and connecting to the wires of the box. Katniss' eyes widened as she flung her hands in front of her face, protecting herself from the searing white light that erupted from the lightning powered box. She distantly heard Finnick grunt and a loud smack before she stopped hearing all together. Instead she felt weightless, drifting in blinding light and deafening silence before a sharp pull sent her hurdling downwards. Katniss landed, or it felt like she landed, as her sharp grey eyes adjusted to the lack of intense light and her new surroundings. She quickly reached for her bow and an arrow, even though she was half-blind, still, she didn't want to be defenseless.

Grey eyes adjusting, Katniss came face to face with the tip of an arrow. Katniss' eyes followed the arrow shaft up to a bow which had a design she had never seen before. It was utilitarian but far more lethal than anything she had ever come across. The man holding the bow could be described exactly as said bow. His compact body and hawk like eyes the only thing giving him away as a threat, if one didn't have an arrow pointed at their face.

Katniss watched as keen blue eyes traveled over her bloody and disheveled form, the man's body tensing further. Katniss took the time to study the man as well without lowering her bow and guard. He was dressed in black combat boots and matching pants, in fact, his whole outfit was black minus the bit of purple on his chest. Katniss was brought out of her study by the quiet sound of a voice coming from the man's ear, it had sounded like someone had said "hawkeye." The man's blue eyes flickered up and met hers before he spoke to the voice.

"Give me a minute," the man's smooth voice cut through the silence surrounding them.

A male voice cut through the speaker in the archer's ear, "no Barton, JARVIS just picked up an unknown energy signal from your location, what's going on?" the other voice demanded.

"Well Stark, there was a bright light but sadly no tunnel, instead I have a bloody, gaunt, angry girl staring me down and seeing as this is the stealth part of the mission you should probably shut up and let me deal with it," the man, Barton, drawled before lowering his bow to reach up and click off his ear piece.

Katniss eyed the man warily as he brought his bow back up, once again pointing it at her head.

"Do you speak English, uh, or understand what I am saying?" Barton asked in a hushed voice.

"Yes," Katniss answered after a tense moment of weighing her options. This man was the only person right now who could give her answers.

"Alright, good. You got a name?" Barton spoke while glancing at their surroundings.

Katniss finally realized what he must have meant when he said stealth mission to the voice in his ear piece. Her body instantly pulled taut as she scanned her surroundings more closely, the forest was quiet, far too quiet and it had nothing to do with them.

Clint watched the whipcord thin girl in front of him stiffen further as her solemn grey eyes took in the surrounding forest. Clint was suitably impressed with the girl's nerve and steady bow arm. He was a little unnerved by the amount of blood on the girl and her clearly rawboned form. Natasha would be scolding him for being more concerned about the girl's health than where she came from. Not that he wasn't curious about how she got here, but frankly she looked like she was running on fumes and adrenaline and Clint just wanted to make sure she wasn't going to shoot him. The desperate, haunted look in her eyes didn't affect him at all, not even a little.

"Hawkeye," Clint said, getting tired of waiting for the girl to answer him. He quickly glanced around again, he would have to move soon.

"It's Barton too," the dark haired girl commented, eyeing him warily, waiting for his denial. Clint grinned, he liked that she was listening in on the conversation over the comm link.

"That would be my last name, Hawkeye's my codename and seeing as we are in a potential dangerous situation, codenames are preferable," Clint quirked an eyebrow at the girl as her eyes widened and darted around.

Clint sighed and motioned for the girl to be silent, which didn't seem like it would be a problem. The hero scanned the forest and noticed a subtle movement to their south. It looked to be a group of Hydra soldiers, Clint cursed under his breath and looked back at the girl. She had followed his line of sight, brows furrowed as she took in the soldiers.

"You got my six?" Clint smirked at the girl, trying to ease the tension. Clint masked his surprise as the girl's unsmiling grey eyes met his and she gave a decisive nod of her head, angling her body to watch his six.

"Okay then," Clint nodded back, reaching up to turn his comm back on.

"We've got about twenty Hydra soldiers a klick south of our location right now, shouldn't be a problem for us," Clint spoke into the comm, grimacing as he heard Cap, Nat, and Stark all shout at once.

"Who's 'we' Barton?" Cap's voice broke through, tone laced tight with authority.

"Oh, you know, just me and my new friend who came through the portal," Clint winced, trying to keep his tone light. The girl cracked a grin as his comm lit up with curses and warnings.

"Relax guys and Nat, I'm not going to let her kill me," Clint aimed for reassuring but it just came out sarcastic.

"Now shut it, we've got work to do. Wait for the all clear then move in," Clint snapped, back to business as they approached the Hydra soldiers.

Clint turned to look over his shoulder at the girl and came up empty. Startled, he quickly scanned the area on to notice her crouched on a branch, staring at him with an arched eyebrow and notched arrow pointed at the Hydra soldiers. He didn't even hear her move, let alone climb the tree. Clint was liking this girl more and more. Standing stock still behind a tree trunk, Clint notched an arrow with explosives in the tip before taking a breath, turning and releasing the arrow towards the right flank of the group effectively incapacitating the soldiers. The girl took this as her signal to release a volley of arrows, each one hitting its target with deadly accuracy. Clint let loose two more arrows with explosives to the left and center of the soldiers formation, or what little remained of the formation, neutralizing the threat.

"Move Cap, go get your boy," Barton spoke into the comm getting an affirmative answer back. Clint looked up in time to see the girl gracefully shimmy down from her perch in the tree and turn towards him.

"Mockingjay," she said quietly after a moment of silence, staring at the smoking remains of the soldiers.

""Mockingjay, I like it. that was some nice shooting by the way," Clint beamed, trying to coax the girl into saying more.

"It was alright," her thin shoulder gave a dismissive shrug.

"Better than alright, who taught you?" Clint nodded encouragingly.

"My dad," the girl muttered, shadows casting over her face, eyes grave.

"Did he teach you how to kill too?" Clint knew it was unfair, especially when the girl's head snapped up, eyes flaring dangerously with a combination of rage and guilt.

Clint did not regret asking the question, the emotional response told him enough about the girl, her guilt told him she deserved to be saved. They stood staring at each other in stony silence before Clint turned and started heading toward the rendezvous point. He felt the slight displacement of air, but heard no sound as the girl silently moved to walk next to him.

"Katniss Everdeen," She said after about two hours of trekking in silence, "my name is Katniss Everdeen."

"Clint Barton," he smiled at the girl, at Katniss.

They made is to a large clearing at the edge of a cliff as the sun was beginning to set. The archer, Clint, stopping by the ledge and taking a sip of water from a pouch attached to his back.

"Shouldn't be too long now, half hour tops," he spoke, motioning to his water skin with a raised brow.

Katniss nodded, accepting the water. She hadn't had anything to drink, or eat, for that matter since she had met up with Johanna, Beetee, and Wiress. Katniss gratefully drank the water, the pains of the days finally catching up with her. Her suit which had seen better days and was currently scorched and covered in blood was not designed for the cool forest environment she currently found herself in. She handed the water pouch back to Clint with a thankful nod, grimacing as her stomach growled. Clint grinned at her, whipping out a small rectangular package and tossing it to her. The package said "protein bar", which didn't make an ounce of sense to Katniss. Clint had another one in his hand, already opened and chewing on it. Katniss wanted to eat it, but she didn't know what it was and it was a glaring reminder that she didn't know where she was. Her stomach protested loudly as she tossed it back to Clint. He looked at her critically, causing Katniss to tense, before he shrugged and pocketed the protein bar.

A low, deep thrum filled the air as an aircraft came into view and touched down in the clearing. A ramp dropped down and Katniss watched as Clint made his way over to the aircraft, glancing back at her. She was standing frozen, bow drawn and an arrow halfway out of its quiver as she took in the ramp leading to a dark interior.

"Look, you clearly don't know where you are and how you got here. You're hungry, hurt, and I'm guessing dead on your feet, we can help. I can help," Clint called back to her, his body relaxed and unthreatening.

Katniss' mind screamed for her to turn, run back into the woods, into what she knew she could survive. Her body, however, lurched forward to the promise of food and rest. Clint gave her a half smile as she staggered up the ramp into the grey interior of the aircraft. Five curious faces met her, well they were all curious but also extremely wary and tense. The sixth face was hidden behind long, scraggy dark hair and if possible tensed even further upon her entrance.

"Sit down, get ready for take off," the red haired woman spoke, her calm, neutral tone raising the hairs on Katniss' arms.

Katniss took the farthest seat away from the others and clicked the safety belt around her shoulders, quiver still attached to her back and bow in hands.