Hello readers!
This is a crossover for my OC that I thought it was time to finally publish it, many won't recognize her but her story is on my page if you are willing to take a glance. If you end up liking her then tell me and I can be motivated to finish her story.
Here is Hunter Meets Hawkeye
Clint was enjoying a peaceful summer day at Central Park, no assignments, no agendas, no Stark to be annoyed by, just a quiet peaceful day. Central Park has been his escape when life at Stark Tower got to be just a little too much for him to deal with, he's handled more chaos in the past but still Stark was another level of problems and he wasn't willing to put up with it. He liked hanging out in the trees at the park watching all the civilians enjoying the park, oblivious of his presence, reminding him why he is an Avenger.
The day went quickly and soon he was preparing his mental state to return to Stark Tower and deal with the 'big egoed genius billionaire playboy philanthropist' also known as Tony Stark. But was distracted when he heard a voice call out to someone in one of the more wooded parts of the park that he just so happened to be.
"Amelia! We should be back at camp by now." Clint looked down to where the voice had come from, and from such a strong and commanding voice he did not expect to see a teenage girl standing there looking very annoyed. "She is going to have our heads for sure this time." She muttered. "Amelia, where the Hades are you?" She said at a normal volume, but Clint was almost knocked back by her choice of a curse word since he hasn't heard someone use that in what felt like forever.
But he literally rocked back on the balls of his feet so he had to grab a branch of the tree he was currently in to avoid an embarrassing fall to the ground. He hoped that she didn't notice the movement but unfortunately she did and before he could stop moving she had an arrow trained on him and would go straight between his eyes if she let it fly. He stilled hoping she would shrug it off as nerves, but again she did not comply to his hopes, a whole minute of silence he just stared at her with the arrow that would easily kill him.
In that minute he got a good look at her, she was pretty in a scary kind of way since she had an arrow trained to make a kill if necessary. She had bright red hair that probably resembled fire if she got really mad, in the fading sunlight he could see grey eyes trained on him, even though he bet she couldn't actually see him. She had a slim and athletic figure with a healthy tan and an aura of power, the tan proudly showed since she was wearing a tank top, shorts, leather braces on her forearms as well as a small backpack, and combat boots, as well as a quiver strapped to her waist that matched her bow that was still trained on him.
"Um, would you mind lowering your bow? I mean no harm." He says uncertainly, and she did not do so.
"I'll be the judge of that, come down if you mean peace." She commanded and he felt that he needed to comply to make out of this alive, because from the look on her face said that she meant business. Slowly he climbed down so the tree was between them, then with his hands raised as a sign of peace, he walked around to stand in front of her. "Who are you?" she asked, her bow not even shaking, he had to give her credit on being able to hold it for as long as she has.
"My name is Clint Barton, now will you put your bow down so you can't kill me." She studied him for a moment, he felt unsettled by those grey eyes.
"Demigod?" she asked, and he nodded in response.
"Son of Apollo," he pulled up his sleeve to show his legion tattoo, "You?" Clint asked, not really expecting her to answer.
"Daughter of Athena, hunter of Artemis." She says bluntly.
"That would explain the silver arrows."
"Yes, now I must go find my friend, and make camp." She lowers her bow and looks up to the setting sun. "We won't be able to travel until morning now."
"I thought you all travelled together?"
"We have exceptions, this was meant to only be a day trip." She lets out a little whistle song and an owl swooped down landing on her outstretched arm, "Did you have any luck?" The little owl shook his head, fluffing his feathers, she sighed grabbing a piece of parchment from her back pocket, "Alright can you take this to Thalia, you know how she'll have my head if I don't at least keep her in the loop." She put the parchment in his message carrier, and he flew off.
"I don't remember having owl mail." Clint said.
"There isn't; he's my owl, a gift from my mother. What are you still doing here? You can leave, I can take care of myself."
"But you can't find your friend?" He regrets saying that as she glares at him.
"She knows how to hide, she did it for years. But she knows where to find me if I make camp, goodbye." She turned to dig through her bag but stopped when he did not leave. "Why are you still here?"
"I-uh could stay here until your friend shows up, keep you company."
"I do not need your company, have you forgotten that Hunters of Artemis are eternal maidens?"
"No, I just don't entirely wish to return to my place of residence tonight." She snorted at that.
"Fight with your wife?" she mocked, when he thought about it that was how it sounded.
"More like not wanting to deal with Stark and his big ego." he muttered, she paused and looked at him with intrigue.
"As in Tony Stark of Stark Industries?" Clint nods as he sits down against a tree. "That would mean you are most likely Hawkeye of the Avengers, am I right?" She continued rummaging through her bag.
"Yeah, how'd you know that?" When he was at camp Clint didn't know about anything involving mortal affairs.
"The Hunters are not like camp, and I would know of mortal affairs because my lieutenant appointed me in charge of communications and news of the mortal issues, in hopes to find anything of monster sightings."
"Sounds like an important job."
"It is, but is not my only responsibility, I am the only one Amelia will listen to and even then it gets frustrating."
A few minutes later she had her tent set up and a small fire glowing, he was watching her intently, he never really saw much of the Hunters during his time at camp.
"How old are you?" He asked to break the silence, she gave him a look across the fire saying how stupid he is.
"You do realize I am immortal, as far as you're concerned."
"Yeah I realized how stupid that sounded, but how old would you be?"
She thought for a moment, "Twenty one at most, but I stopped aging at 17."
"So, you've been a hunter for a while."
"Not as long as most of the others, some have been there for decades."
"Is Zoƫ still around? I remember that she was the lieutenant when I last saw her."
She looked sadly at the starry night, she took a deep breath before answering. "No, she died before the second Titan War, I never met her, but Lady Artemis had her placed in the stars."
"Second Titan War?" He felt unsettled that they had embarked in a war, they were kids, demigods, but still children.
"Oh, you missed two wars your family went into while you were doing your own little assassin thing."
"Two?" He asked in disbelief, a sickening feeling came to his stomach.
"Yep, one here in New York, defending Olympus from Lord Kronos. Another against our great great grandmother, Gaea, in Greece, defending Mount Olympus. Luckily we won both thanks to Percy Jackson."
"Styx," he muttered.
"Totally, now why were you out here in the first place? Don't you have important Avengers business to keep you busy?"
"Not really, I just needed to get away from Stark for a while, he has way too big of an ego, almost matches some relatives of ours." There was a rumble that he thought came from the Empire State Building, they muttered an apology and stared at the fire for a bit.
"And you are an assassin that prefers the bow over a rifle."
"And you don't sound impressed, I am slightly wounded having that come from a fellow archer."
She shrugged, twirling an arrow in her fingers, using the tip as a poker for the fire, "I'm a maiden, the Black Widow is a bit more impressive, she did get you out of Loki's control."
"Fair enough," he admitted and another thought came into his mind, "you said that this was only meant to be a day trip, but you had a tent on you and said you couldn't leave until morning after the sun set, how come?"
"I had a tent because Amelia has pulled this stunt before and it is not the easiest thing to travel with her at night over great distance, on foot is no problem but I can't exactly walk her through New York City after sun down."
"Why?"
"Well Porkpie doesn't like her at night."
"Who?"
"Pegasus, likes me for some reason and will be our transport for outings like these."
"Why does he not like her at night?"
"You'll find out when she shows up in a bit, doesn't take her more than an hour to get here after I set up camp." She fingers her charm bracelet and a rope appears in her hand, he was surprised when she tossed it to him but he caught it regardless. "I suggest you sleep up in the tree, she may not want to see a male in our camp the instant she gets here or she'll lecture my ear off." He did so because this Amelia sounds like a serious Hunter.
She sat by the small fire and he stayed up in the tree, it wasn't long after he went up there did he hear something approach, he looked to her and she did not even acknowledge the movement yet she caught him, strange girl he thought.
"Where the Hades were you? You know she gives us only so much leeway, we would have more if you followed her conditions just once, just once." She started saying, he was confused, he looked down to see her scowling at a big fluffy snow leopard, she was lecturing a leopard. But the Snow leopard wasn't really listening. "No, you are going to listen, Thalia will be royally pissed off when we get back, she will be after both of our heads this time. When I say it's time to leave, you need to start listening to me, Amelia, she will cut this whole agreement off if this keeps up."
"Wait that's Amelia?!" Clint calls out the girl looked up and the big cat growled at him when she saw him.
"Yes I'm Amelia," Clint freezes when he hears the leopard actually speak, the leopard looks back to the other girl, "Why is a male here, a roman no less?" If he wasn't tied to the tree he would have most likely have fallen to the ground.
"Son of Apollo, refused to leave." she explained.
"Agh, Apollo's kids are always so full of themselves."
"Hey!" Barton protested, "I am not! I helped save New York from an Alien invasion."
"Good for you," Amelia mocked him, "we were in wars with gods and the Earth."
"We had gods," Barton defended.
"You mean Thor and his Frost Giant brother? Met them, not really impressed," The leopard huffed.
"How did you know so much about the Avengers anyway?"
"I told you," the girl answered, "I am responsible for communications, did you honestly believe that you were the only demigod working for that mortal government agency of yours?"
"Well, maybe."
"Well, you're not. We are going to sleep, you should unless you want to go back to Stark Tower now?"
"Nope, I'm fine here. Good night ladies." Clint said the girls heading into the tent, "wait," the girls stopped and turned back to him, "You never told me your name."
"Your loss then." They closed the flaps behind them, leaving Clint there resting against the tree staring at the stars until he fell asleep.
He woke up where he slept last night, tied to a tree with his back against the trunk, he had a crick in his neck and stretched to soothe his tight muscles.
"Not the worst place I've ever slept." he says as he stretches more. He looks down where the girl made camp last night and found nothing, there was no sign of her ever being there, not even any paw prints. The sun was visible through the trees so he guessed they left as soon as the sun came up.
All of a sudden he realized the rope was gone and he fell out of the tree ungracefully and he was now thankful for no witnesses. He stood up wondering if she had something to do with that.
"I never got her name." He realized, then he saw something different in the bark of the tree that he fell out of. Engraved in the bark was a rose, a nicely carved one at that. He took a picture of it with his phone and decided to head back to Stark Tower for some breakfast as he didn't eat the day before.
The elevator opened up and Clint stepped out and made a beeline for the kitchen.
"Where have you been?" Natasha asked standing there in the kitchen drinking a cup of coffee.
"Central Park," He said going in the refrigerator in the mood for scrambled eggs and coffee.
"All night?" Natasha raised an eyebrow.
"Yes, all night, I camped out under the stars, is there a problem with that?"
"Nope, just asking."
Later after he ate and took a shower, Clint went to see Fury at S.H.I.E.L.D. HQ.
"Agent Barton, what is it that I can do for you this morning?" Fury asked genuinely curious.
"Are you familiar with the Greek and Roman Myths?" Clint asked, Fury smirked.
"As familiar as you are, What made you finally realize that you weren't the only one here?"
"A hunter told me,"
"Hunter? Red hair, daughter of Athena, stubborn but good with words?"
"Yeah, met her at the park yesterday." Clint rubbed his neck in embarrassment.
"Well I can tell you that I am her informant," Clint wasn't expecting that.
"You mean that you're a-"
"How do you think I got the eye patch?"
Please tell me if you liked this and I have another story where she may make an appearance other than her own, I want reviews so please don't disappoint.
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