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May 18, 2007

Wyatt James Barnes had just graduated high school shortly after his eighteenth birthday at the top of his class.

He didn't know what he was going to do with his life now, he mom died two months ago from a car accident and his dad died when he was sixteen years old so he was alone and had nothing to do at all.

He worked at a coffee shop down the road from his home every day after school. He sighed as he put his bag under the counter then went into the back to change into his uniform.

He noticed a new person watching him and narrowed his eyes at him, not amused that he was being watched. He got hit on sure but that didn't mean he liked it.

He went back to work, ignoring the creepy guy staring at him. He had to admit though, the guy had some pretty blue eyes. That didn't mean Wyatt liked him staring at him.

He finished his shift and went home only to feel something was off when he entered the house. His parents trained him in fighting with all types of different weapons so he had them stashed all over the house. His favorite by far was a sword, any kind of sword would do.

He gripped his twin blade sword that was in the coat closet next to the front door of his house. He gripped the middle of the sword and slowly walked into the living room, where the same guy from the coffee shop was sitting in his favorite chair. He scowled at stalker dude but kept a tight grip on his sword.

His green eyes locked on a pair of blue ones and for a moment either of them moved or even spoke. It seemed like the guy was unarmed, which was stupid on his part but if he was an assassin or something then he had a weapon on his person.

"Who the hell are you?" Wyatt asked, his fingers tightening around his sword. The guy put his hands up and waved to the kitchen table behind him.

"I'm just here to talk." He said as Wyatt turned a bit to see his a box of his favorite pizza place sitting there. He loved the place and ate their three or four times a week since he didn't fancy cooking. His stomach growled as he stared at the box and he scowled at how weak he was.

"Start talking." He demanded as he sat at his kitchen table and opened the box of pizza, biting back a groan at the wonderful smell. He still had a tight grip on his sword as he ate and listened to the guy, Clint Barton, talk about SHIELD or whatever the hell he worked for.

Wyatt had heard the name before and racked his brain to try and see if he could see from where. He remembered overhearing his mom and dad talk about the agency and knew they were supposed to be the 'good guys'.

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After listening to Barton explain, Wyatt started thinking about it. He asked if he could think about it alone and Barton left shortly after that but Wyatt had a feeling that he was still being watched.

He got ready for bed, making sure that his normal sword was near just in case he needed it. He laid in bed, staring up at the ceiling as he thought about SHIELD wanting them to come work for him.

What he gathered after his father died was he worked for SHIELD alongside his mother and they were a pretty kick ass team from the files he found around his home growing up. Strike Team Alpha was their name and it was only the two of the as Director Fury as their handler.

He really didn't know if he wanted to be a part of it but he would think it over the next couple of days but right now he's going to get some sleep.

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May 19, 2007

Wyatt was glad it was a Saturday so he only had to work a few hours then the rest of the day was his. He worked for about four hours then went home to change, making sure to keep a knife or two on his person when he left his house to go on a run.

He ran down to the woods near his house, going to his normal trail. He had his headphones in but didn't have music playing like he normally did because he heard someone running behind him.

He acted normal as he ran at a slow pace, tensing as the footsteps got closer and closer until he felt a body hit his back and they were both knocked down a hill. He grunted and struggled to get the knife the other guy had out of his hands.

He groaned as he felt the blade enter his right shoulder before using his left hand to pull out of his own knives, slashing at the guy's face. He kicked the guy off of him before getting on top of him and putting his knife to his throat, making sure his arms were pinned by his legs.

"Who do you work for?" Wyatt questioned, digging the blade in enough to draw blood. The guy kept silent but opened his mouth enough for him to see a pill in it. Wyatt reached his fingers inside of his mouth faster than the guy could close it and ripped the pill out of it, stuffing it in his pocket.

"You're not dying by your own hand." He growled, tightening his grip on his knife. He tensed as he heard other step of footsteps and he turned his head slightly to look behind him only to see Barton.

The knife in his shoulder was throbbing and he could feel the guy start to struggle but he pressed the knife into his throat harder and he stopped. Wyatt never took his eyes off of Barton, who was looking at him with a look of surprise on his face but the rest of his emotions were unreadable.

Wyatt pulled his right arm back and punched the guy in the face, knocking him out before stumbling off of him and letting Barton have him. He kept the blade in his shoulder though because if he removed it the wound would bleed more.

He listened to Barton call SHIELD and tell them what happened, not noticing his grip on his knife didn't loosen at all. He was no stranger to having to fight for his life every now and again since his mother and father were spies apparently. They had enemies and those enemies were his now that they were gone.

Wyatt forced himself out of what he liked to call 'attack' mode and relaxed as he put his knife back where it was before he had to use it.

The next thing that Wyatt knew he was in the back of a black SUV, getting stitched up because he wouldn't go with them to the SHIELD base. He wasn't ready for that yet. He was staring at a spot on the ground as the guy stitching him up wrapped his arm up. He had made sure that no one could see his scars, he wasn't going to show them off.

Barton came over to him and stared at him with an unreadable look on his face, "Seems like you have had a little more training then SHIELD knows of."

Wyatt just cocked an unamused eyebrow at him, "My parents weren't around so I had a friend teach me how to fight." If one could call Wade Wilson a friend.

Barton just raised an eyebrow at him before shrugging and typing on his phone for a moment. Wyatt closed his eyes and took a deep breath, "I'll join your little boy band thing you got going on." He told him flatly before hopping off the trunk, making sure to put his sleeve of his shirt back on.

He didn't give Barton a chance to reply as he walked away. He was tried and hurting so all he wanted to do was rest.