Clint Barton, a.k.a. Hawkeye, has been cooped up in one of the many SHIELD bases over looking the work of Dr. Erik Selvig and his team on the blue glowing cube of power or Tesseract as all the scientists guys call it. He sat himself up on the highest and farthest cat walk he could find on the other side of the room as he watched over them. He had been here a month and he was about to go crazy with boredom but being there gave him time to think and a lot of the time, that was not a good thing.
He started to think about his past, how the only person he could count on was his sister. They never knew their mother, she died in child birth. They had an older brother but he left them with their father while he left home to get away. They were too young to understand that what he was doing was wrong, with the beatings and training. Their father thought it was a great idea to turn his mirrored twins into contract killers. He started their training as soon as they were able to walk, so they didn't know anything else. To them, this was normal. At the age of five was when things started to get out of control. One of their father's 'friends' gave him something that was to make you more focused, stronger, faster but it was a trial drug; so he tried it on his kids first. Since then he was harder on them, training them in combat, knives, guns and the family weapon, a bow. When they were 8, he took them out on their first mission and Clint was shown his target and he questioned why, when he was told to just shoot he did and missed and then his sister was made to take out the target for him. Once they were back home, their father took a switch and went to strike Clint in the face for missing his target but his sister jumped in the way and the switch cut into her hand where she held it up to block the blow. She screamed before their father grabbed her and threw her away from Clint. "Crysta!" He yelled out to her. He looked back at his father just in time to see the switch coming down at him and held his hand up to block it and it cut into his hand as well.
Clint clenched his hand at the memory as he came back and looked around and took notice that Fury had walked into the room. Another thought was that he needed to see if he could find his sister once this job was over with. Thanks to what their father did to them, they had a connection that allowed them to know if the other was in trouble and he hadn't gotten anything from their connection but he knew that she was there for him when he needed it. There were several times that he would turn for an attack and already see them down with an arrow through them. He would look everywhere for her but he could never find her, he hasn't seen her since SHIELD picked him up when he was 15. As he walked towards Fury and looked at the cube, he was starting to get a bad feeling about this job.
"Thought I told you to keep an eye on them." Fury said.
"I see better from a distance, sir." Clint said as he walked over to Dr. Selvig with Fury.
"The good Doctor tells me that it's acting up, care to explain what you've seen Agent Barton?" Fury raised a brow.
"In my opinion, it's a door way and something's trying to come through from the other side." he said. When Fury gave him a look, he went on. "A door opens from both side, and in this last week it would seem that someone or something has been knocking really loud." he turned to his side and whispered to Fury. "Sir, I'm getting a really bad feeling about this. We need to shut it down before it's to late."
"As much as I value you opinion, Agent Barton, I will not be pulling this project." Fury said. Clint sighed and was about to protest but the cube started to act up again, in a big way.
All the scientist started running around, taking data and freaking out. Then a beam shot out of the cube to the corner of the room. "Shut it down!" Fury yelled at them. "We've tried, but the cube is pure energy, it just turned itself back on. Someone else is controlling it."
"What do you mean, 'someone'? Who?!" Fury yelled. A portal was starting to open from the beam coming from the cube. Agents started to run down to the room to try and protect the scientist from what may come from the portal. Clint was right in the front of them with his gun, since they wouldn't allow him with his bow in here.
Once that man or so called 'God' fell through the portal, all hell broke loss when Fury told him to put down his glow stick. Clint rolled out of the way when he sent some strange blast at the group of agents and he started to fire his gun but it would seem that none of their bullets were getting through. Before Clint could figure out what was going on, the 'God' was in front of him and had knocked his gun out of his hand and held his arm. Clint went for his other gun and almost had it half way pointed to the 'God's' head when he felt a sharp pain in his chest and a creeping cool electric feeling spread through him and it was almost like he couldn't breath a first and then his mind clouded over and he tried to fight it, something was trying to make him loose focus on what he was doing and why. The next thing Clint was aware of, was that he was watching and saying things that he would never do. Loki, the 'God' that came through the portal, told him to drop Fury and he did. Even though Clint would never do that himself, he would be lying if he didn't say that he felt good shooting him.
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Two months ago, a woman found herself wondering around the city of New York. She had this feeling that this was were she was needed, she didn't know why yet but she had a feeling that it had to do with her brother. As she walked the streets, she saw someone else who seemed almost as lost as she felt in this city. She couldn't help but smile a bit as she walked over to him. "Excuse me," she said as she came around to his side. He looked at her and gave her a small smile back. "I'm sorry to bother you but you seem as lost in this city as I feel." He chuckled a bit. "You have no idea ma'am." She smiled when he spoke. She held her hand out to him. "I'm Crysta. Crysta Barton." She gave him a sweet smile. "Rogers, Steve." He said as he shook her hand. "Oh, a military man. So I take that this is your first time back in a long while from the looks you're giving this place." She said with a sad smile. "Yes ma'am, you can stay that. Everything is just so different from when I left." He looked around sadly. "Well, since I'm new in the city, what do you say to getting a drink and we both figure our way around the city?" She smiled kindly to him. He smiled back at her and took her to a cafe that he had been to a few days ago.
Since that day, you could find the two always together. She told him that she didn't know how long she was going to be in the city so he offered for her to stay at his place and after a bit of argue with her she finally folded staid with him. You could either find them in the park on a run together, at the cafe or at a local gym but they were always smiling. Crysta had never allowed herself to become close to other people because of her lifestyle; ever how short it was, she could feel herself falling for Steve. She even told him that she had a twin brother and he was the reason she was here in the city; because it was this feeling she had, she needed to be here. He didn't question it or think she was crazy. He explained the reason was because of a twin's feeling about his brother that they were able to find his brother's platoon before anything really bad happened to them. It was half way into the second month that Steve had kissed her. A week later had found them in the same bed together.
They were sleeping, Steve had his arm draped of her stomach as they slept. Crysta jerked awake, gasping for breath as she grabbed her chest as she shot up in bed. It woke Steve up and he looked at her worriedly. He placed a hand on her back. "Crys?" He called her name questionably. "Are you okay? What's wrong?" After a moment, she was able to breath again. Taking in deep slow breaths, she finally looked at him with sad worried eyes. "It's my brother. He's in trouble." She whispered as she threw her legs over the side of the bed and started to pull her clothes on. Steve got up and pulled his pants on. "Crys, how are you going to be able to help him? You don't even know where he is?" His last statement came out more of a question. Crysta pulled her shoes on before walking over to him and kissing him deep and loving, running her fingers through his hair. Making a promise that she was coming back to him. "I have my ways, Steve. We all have our secrets." She said when she saw the questionable look in his eyes. He nodded his head and walked her to the door and gave her another kiss before she walked out the door.
Steve was a little wary about her; he could feel there was something that she wasn't telling him but then again, there were things that he wasn't telling her. He knew he wasn't going to be able to go back to sleep, so he dressed and went to the gym. He grabbed his smart phone on his way out; Crysta made him get it and taught him how to use it. She never question him about why he didn't understand half the technology that he asked about and it just made him love her more.
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Crysta went to her storage block and started to gear up, it was still dark so no one would see her when she left. She changed her clothes, pants that looked tight as leather, a tank top with a leather like vest over it and knee high boots. She cover that up with a trench coat with a silver gray sash around her waist before putting her belt of knives and bullets on. She had more weapons strapped on her leg but there were hided thanks to the coat. And more behind her at her lower back, but again hidden. (Think Assassin's Creed Altair) Everything she wear was black in some shade or another. It helped her hide in the shadow's more. As she walked out of the storage unit, she put her quiver on her back and grabbed her bow; pulling her hood over her head and started to make her way to where she knew she would be able to get some answers.