THE HOSPITAL ROOM:
17 year old Clint Barton, otherwise known as "The Amazing Hawkeye" had been beaten to an inch of his life.
He was beaten and left for dead by someone who he had previously trusted, someone who he had considered a father when his own had never even tried.
This man had stolen money from the traveling circus, and when confronted by Clint, and when Clint had done the right thing, the good thing – he beat Clint to a pulp and ran.
Now, Clint lay in a clean, but old hospital room in the middle of a monastery. This was the first time that Clint had been to a hospital, or even to a doctor since the day he was born.
His parents had had no money to send their two boys to get their scrapes and bruises fixed, not that they would have cared enough to.
So there was Clint, all alone on a scratchy bed – fighting for his life.
An old Irish nun walked back into the room to check on Clint, and seeing no one there once again, prayed to the lord for patience and sat down next to the boy.
"Ah poor wee one, all alone at such a young age – where are your loved ones lad?" The old nun reached over and grasped the young man's hands, and bowed her head.
"Lord, please grant this boy life – for I know he will bring good into this world."
Clint was in a world of his own, knowing that waking up would just bring back the pain of losing the only family he had. Clint dreamed of the first time he had perfected a back flip…. Sword and Trick had been so proud of him, all day he had held it over Barney's head, almost crowing with pleasure.
He dreamed off the first bow and arrow set he had been given, one of Trickshot's favorites that he had bequeathed to Clint.
He dreamed of his first performance and the roar of the crowd as he performed his amazing knife throwing tricks.
He then began to dream that an Irish voice was speaking to him, begging the Lord to wake him up.
The Old Irish Nun heard the change in Clint's breathing, "Oh thank ye Lord, for granting this young lad with a new life…. Amen"
Clint's eyes opened slightly and he turned his head towards the Irish nun "Who….. who are you?"
The nun tapped Clint's hand "I'm a nurse lad, but you can call me sister."