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In the beginning
The frail littler girl crumpled up the black jacket. Her little hands were holding on for dear life as she watched the scene changing. She turned her eyes up to the boy carrying her. She's known that face for years. That was the face of her brother; Clint Barton.
"Where are we going brother?" she asked softly. If she spoke louder than a whisper, her throat would surely hurt. She shut her eyes and let a few tears escape her tear ducts.
"I won't let them take you away, Lillian," he stated firmly while tightening his grip on his little sisters legs and arms. He could feel a slight coldness escape onto his arms. "Please don't cry, this will be better, trust me."
"Miss Mom and Dad," she whispered out between gasps for air. Her tears kept pooling on her brothers arm.
"But here, Lillian, we can have a new family, that will care for us more than them," he cooed, trying to make his littler sister calm down. "If you keep on breathing like that, you're going to pass out."
She sniffed and delicately caressed her little hand against her cheek. "I know I just don't want you to leave me brother. With you I feel safe."
He smiled from his sisters kind words. From then on, she was his world. He took them both to the Circus. With his marksmanship he could keep a stable home for both of them. Though, her illness just got worse.
After every show he would come back to the trailer and greet her with a smile. She had an ability of her own, but it was left unused with her bedridden life.
On one rainy day a doctor came to see the circus. Clint could spot him from a mile away. He asked him to help his sister and the doctor happily complied.
The doctor walked into the trailer, hiding his grin. The day he came, was a rare one. Lillian was alive enough to use her ability. She moved the water inside the cup and used that to bring the cup of water over to her bed side.
From seeing that, the doctor knew it was her. She was the girl his agency was looking for.
"How long have you been able to do that?" he asked gingerly while looking down at her in the small bed.
She swallowed before letting out a small whisper: "As long as I remember."
Clint was watching the whole scene and was waiting patiently for the verdict.
The doctor walked over to him and whispered into his ear: "I know how to help her, but you have to give her to me"
His words were laced with deadly venom. His grin kept on wanting to creep its way onto his face.
Clint looked up at him. "Will I be able to see her?" he asked.
The doctor smiled before answering. "Whenever you want. I will get my men down here and we will take her back to the hospital."
Clint nodded and watched as the doctor walked out of the trailer to make a phone call. Clint walked over to his sister.
He watched her for a second, taking in her sickly state. "You will have to go away for a little while, but I promises I will see you every chance that I get," he said sheepishly while waiting for his sister's reaction.
"As long as I will see you, I will be happy," she whispered with a slight smile.
The next day would be the dreaded memory that he would never forget. Even now he can see his little sister struggling against the men in black that were taking her away. That was the last day that he saw her. And to this day he can still remember it like a never ending movie in his head.
A voice brought him back to life. Her soft words shattered his memory and brought him home.
"Are you ok Barton?" The women asked while looking at her companion sadly. Her red hair gripped her face before they met their short end. Her black body suit showed her souls thickness.
"Uh, Yeah," he answered while looking back at her. He was standing in the S.H.I.E.L.D's New York base.
"They want you to fly down to New Mexico and assist with the Tesseract. Think you can do it alone?" she asked, still worried about her companion's wellbeing.
"Yeah I'll head down there with Fury and Hill. Stay here and puppy guard the base," he joked trying to lighten the mood.
"Ok, stay safe," she waved at him as he left her once again. She felt the weird need to tell him to stay, as if something was going to happen, but she decided against it.
After Clint was fully out of sight, Agent Phil approached her. She remembers her fellow Agent from years of work. Now his presence was one of a friend.
"We need your help on a new mission," he stated firmly. "We found Clint's sister."
She physically gasped. The words were reoccurring in her mind like a broken record player.
"Does Agent Barton know?" she asked still started from his previous statement.
Phil sighed. "He doesn't know yet, we want to know that she's alive before we tell him. We caught her face on a speeding ticket in London. After Red Flag's base burned down she fled to London. We want you to bring her back safely."
She nodded. This is what she was waiting for. Clint would tell her little bits of memories about his sister. It seemed like he would rather forget about her. But this will bring him back to life, she thought.
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