"How can we trust you?"
"You're more trouble then you're worth!"
"All the pain that you've caused…"
"Why won't you just leave? We don't need you anymore!"
Voices. Voices that just won't go away with their words that keep stabbing into your brain. Walking up and down the halls of the place you used to call home. A place where you thought you could trust people turning their backs on you. This was the life of Agent Clinton Francis Barton.
Once the most trusted agent in the S.H.I.E.L.D. agency, now turned into one people can't keep their eyes off of because of the smallest possibility of him being compromised, again. People always wondering when he'll turn his back on them. He could deal with not being trusted, he could deal with all the words being thrown at him, he could handle getting less missions because the council doesn't know if he will go rouge. He could handle all of that, but that doesn't mean he had to like it. In fact, he hates it. He can only wish it could all go away in an instant. But no, because that's not how the world works.
You can't run away from your problems, no matter how much you try. You can't hide away and expect it to disappear. You have to face it, look those people in the eyes and trust them, though they don't trust you. Because that is what being human is about, facing your problems like a man.
Because, let's face it, no one can forget what you did.
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Thank you for reading my first entry to this story! I really hoped you enjoyed this. Please note that because this is the prologue I meant to make it short, my actual chapters with be much longer. Please review, I would really appreciate it, I am always open to your guys' criticism and/or any idea's you have towards my story! I haven't written in a long time, so I really appreciate any pointers you have for me! Thanks again!
