Chapter Clint

"Get off your lazy ass! The show starts in an hour, get into your costume."

Clint shook with the effort it took to push his heavily pregnant body off of his makeshift cot. His young body was distended and swollen with child, his belly protruding outwards and stretching his shirt tight across its expanse. He flinched when a hand reached down to grab him. The Alpha who had put him in his delicate state roughly shoved him and pulled him until he was standing unsteadily on still swollen ankles from his work routine the previous night. His body ached from exhaustion and the off hand slaps and shoves he received at work. And the rough rape he had to endure at the hands of the lead archer, Trickshot.

"Shit. You're making me hard." Trickshot smirked and slid his hands all over Clint's shoulders and arms. "get on my bed, we're having a quickie."

Clint whimpered softly, "please, please no... I'll be too sore and tired to perform. My equilibrium is already off because of the baby-"

Trickshot scowled and slapped Clint hard across his face. The force caused him to recoil harshy and lose his balance, falling hard on his side. He hiccuped and groaned, shaking from the pain in his side. Bruises littered his hips and back, making his whole body tender and painful to touch.

"Get up and on the bed or else I'll fuck you on the floor." Trickshot growled.

Clint held back tears as he tried his hardest to push his heavy body off the floor. His belly was hanging low on his hips, the weight of the child pulling him down. His arms, toned as they were, couldn't support the weight. He was only fifteen, physically mature to mate but still lanky and weak compared to the fully adult alpha he contended with.

"It's your choice, kid. The floor or the bed." Trickshot licked his lips at the sight of Clint struggling around his belly. His inner Alpha roared in pleasure. The fifteen year old omega was beautiful. Small, compact and fertile. His eyes sparkled and his cheeks were rosy. His entire body was littered with marks left there by the Alpha.

"ouch!" Clint fell on his other side when a cramp in his lower belly seized him. He whimpered in pain and fear. "Please, Alpha. Please don't... I can't get up, please I beg you don't do that today please!"

"your begging is only making me want it more." Trickshot growled. "have you made your choice, slut?"

Clint made one last attempt at getting up, straining his back and arms with his effort, but to no avail. He felt the alpha pull him backwards, untying the strings holding his loose pants on his hips. He felt those large, rough hands squeezing his sides, leaving bruises on top of bruises. Trickshot's aroused scent made Clint dry heave. He had nothing in his stomach but bile and it made his mouth burn as he felt the blunt head of Trickshot's sizeable cock nudge his sore, raw, red hole.

His head was pressed into the hard unsanded wood inside the hitching car, and he could feel a few splinters enter the soft skin over his temple. Then Trickshot pushed with all his strength. Clint screamed. A cramp ripped over his stomach and Trickshot's cock tore through his body while those large hands unyeildingly applied pressure to his abused body. Clint couldn't keep his voice down. The pain was too great. Trickshot hissed at him, trying to get him to pipe down, even trying to push his hand inside of Clint to make him feel more pain and quiet down, but Clint was in too much agony.

The baby kicked inside of Clint, momentarily grounding the young Omega until another cramp claimed his body. He began to panic, his instincts were screaming at him, telling him that the baby was in distress and he needed to get somewhere safe, but Trickshot prevented any movement besides the rough shoving of his tired hips.

"shit, I'm already popping my knot." Trickshot groaned. "Let's see how much you can take. I've never fucked you with a knot before."

Clint was hoarse from screaming, and couldn't make a sound when he felt the large knot being forced in and out of his hole. He knew that blood was lubricating it, he knew the signs. He could smell it even. But the knot was getting bigger and bigger, and it took more and more effort for Clint to stay up and off his belly.

With one great heave, Trickshot buried his full knot inside of young Clint. Drool and tears were making a mess on Clint's bruised face. His arms were shaking with the effort to keep his weight off of the baby. His sphincter was torn and bleeding and completely ruined from the knot, and Trickshot had the opportunity to do more to him. He could easily push Clint down and harm the baby, make him suffer even more.

"Hah... Hah... Oh please just let me die... Just let me die and take my baby to heaven please..." Clint was crying. "take my baby to heaven god, take care of him please... Hah... Hah..."

Another cramp rippled over his body.

He collapsed.

He lost consciousness.

When Clint awoke, it was to crippling pain. He knew something was seriously wrong.

"you ungrateful little shit! All you do is whore yourself out and you never even pull your own weight!" Clint suddenly felt the kicks aimed for his legs. He felt the pounding and stabbing pains in his head. He also felt the horrible cramps in his belly.

The ringmaster bent down to hiss in Clint's face, "When this bastard is born, either it goes without you, or you both leave. Okay?"

"y-yes alpha." Clint whispered with his raw voice.

Clint was left still on the floor, propped up against his cot. The smell of coppery blood was thick and the taste of bile in his mouth made him heave. Suddenly a tight coil snapped between his hips, suddenly everything hurt more. He was doubly scared, because he knew the baby was coming.

With renewed desperation, he crawled over to the bed and reached under it, pulling a small backpack which he slung over his shoulder. He reached up and pulled himself to a kneeling position. He used a discarded blanket to wipe up the worst of the blood on his legs and back before pulling his tattered, threadbare pants back over his hips.

It took him half an hour of bone-breaking effort to make it to a horsedrawn cart. The other performers didn't help him as he made his way across the circus. No one wanted to be on Trickshot's bad credit list. Clint whispered to the horse where he needed to go, knowing that Anabelle knew how to get there without a driver. He slinked inside the wooden cart and settled on the soft hay.

Anabelle made quick work of the three miles from the circus to the hospital in the nearest city. The buildings unnerved Clint but the baby was more important. He could feel himself opening up, the painful process of dilation and cramps was taking its toll on the young Omega. He knew he'd be stared at, pulling up at a hospital in a cart, but he didn't have the energy to care.

"If I die, please try your hardest to remember me. I love you so much baby boy. Please just... AH" Clint cried out as a particularly vicious cramp raced over his belly and back. "haaaa haaaa... Haaa... Oh owwwww"

"Oh my god! Get a stretcher! Holy shit, what the hell!?"

Clint didn't realize that Anabelle was trying to get inside the hospital, being startled by the sliding glass doors. The hospital staff was rushing to attend to him, and he just wanted to finally be at rest. Be blissfully numb.

"get some oxygen on him, I need an IV people!" voices were all around him, in his ears and far away. "Hang in there, okay kid? We'll make sure you're both okay, alright?"

Clint groaned, half lucid, but reassured that his baby was going to be fine.

He passed out again.

"Oh hey there, sorry, did I wake you?"

Clint blinked rapidly under the bright white light of the hospital. The walls were painted a soft beige and the ceiling was cluttered with wires and curtain tracks, he was expecting to die... Not survive.

"I'm alive?" his voice sounded alien to him.

"Narrowly. We managed to deliver the babies okay but we lost you more than twice. But you're going to be okay, and so are your babies." The nurse pushed a pram towards Clint, housing two tiny babies swaddled in green. Their sleeping faces were calm and beautiful.

"angels." Clint sighed.

"I'm sorry?-"

"They're angels." Clint smiled. "I didn't know there was two. Thought it was just one big one."

"They're underdeveloped, and small. But they're healthy." The nurse pushed a cup of water into Clint's hand. "You'll be fine with some tlc. Now how will you be paying?"

Clint's head snapped up, his green eyes were wide with alarm. Would he have to pay with his body again? He laid still and held his breath as the nurse fussed with his IV.

" ?" The nurse smiled. "What will be your method of payment?"

"please not again... Please I beg you." Clint's body began to shake. "Not again..."

"No, not! Oh my gosh! Not like that, I meant the bills for the hospital rooms and the birth, those cost money." The nurse said.

Clint swallowed around his dry tongue. "I don't have any money."

"Oh. Well I'm very sorry but you'll have to be discharged in that case." The nurse placed a stack of papers on the bed beside Clint. She also laid a pen in his hand after removing the cup of water. Her demeanour had changed quite suddenly.

"But you said-"

"I'm sorry. We can't keep you if you can't pay." The nurse began removing the hospital blankets used to swaddle the twins. "You'll find your clothes on table over there, take care, ."

Clint was left suddenly alone. He was washed with cold dread as his babies began to fuss from the cold on their bodies. He painfully levered himself off the bed to limp slowly over to the pram and pick up one baby. The babe was shivering in his diaper, snuffling closer to Clint for warmth.

"What am I supposed to do now?" Clint whispered to no ears.

He scooped the other twin into his arms and laid them in the warm spot his body had laid in. He pulled the stiff blanket around them and laid kisses to their foreheads. He then took off the paper hospital gown he wore and slipped his ratty trousers back over his hips.

His fingers brushed over the scar on his lower belly that was still tender and pulling on the stitches. Did the doctors really expect him to take his babies and go? He just had a c-section, birthed twins, was 15 and malnourished. He wasn't going to survive alone. He wasn't bonded.

Clint's emotions welled up inside of him like a volcano. He breathed hard through his nose to try and push them down but when his babies began to cry of hunger and cold, he collapsed on the ground in desperate sobs.

"What do you expect me to do!? I'm only fifteen, I didn't ask for this! He forced me to! I begged for him to stop but he didn't and now I'm a papa and I have two babies that I know nothing about, I don't even know how I'm supposed to feed them! Where do I go!? What do I do!? Is this the America that people fight for!? Is this the American justice and fairness and equality that we fool little kids into believing in!?"

Clint yelled and screamed as loudly as he could. He could feel his lungs vibrating with the effort. Doctors rushed into the room with equipment ready to detain him, but he jumped up and lifted his babies and faced them head on.

"Now that I have your attention. Could you please tell me what the fuck you people expect me to do?" Clint asked.

"Sir, please be rational. We simply cannot afford to keep a patient with two newborns. The funds aren't there." The previous nurse said.

"Funds!? Is that your excuse?" Clint took hissed.

"Sir! You must understand that-"

"No, I won't ever understand how you can turn a juvenile with two newborns who almost died into the early august chill with barely anything on his back save for his own skin and no clothes for his babies or even a little FUCKING TUTORIAL ON HIW TO FEEL AND CHANGE AND CLEAN THEM!"

Clint released a distressed sob.

"Where can I possibly go? There isn't even one place that'll take me in."

"Sir, you're disturbing the other patients." The nurse said harshly. "please leave."

"fine."

Clint bundled his babies up in his shirt and the hospital sheet, mentally daring any of the doctors to tell him to leave it. He took a huge gulp of the water still on his bedside and walked out of the hospital with his babies slung around his chest, sharing as much warmth he could with them.

He slid into a bus shelter and waited in the autumn chill for a bus.

It didn't arrive.

Instead, a black SUV pulled up to the bus stop. Clint looked curiously at it. A young omega woman stepped out of the passenger seat. She had red hair and beautiful curves. And she was carrying a big gun.

"Clint Barton?" her voice was hard and steady. Clint could only nod shakily, clutching his babies closer to him. "Come with me, we'll take you somewhere safe and warm."

Clint was weary of her, but his only other option was hopping busses until morning. And as much as he didn't trust her, the allure of a safe place for his babies was too enticing. He let her open the back door of the SUV and he slid in only to freeze in terror as a strong alpha smiled at him. His hair was brown and his face was pleasant but Clint's brain could only see that this was an Alpha.

"Hey, Hey. Don't worry. Sitwell is bonded and harmless, little one." The woman said as she slid into the backseat. She placed her hands on his shoulders and let him lean into her. Her scent was calming to Clint, momentarily grounding his thoughts and making him relax. His babies were awakened by the alien scents and began to fuss.

Clint tried to hush them, patting their backs and bouncing them gently like he had seen some omegas do back in the circus, but the babies protested loudly.

"I'm sorry, they're- i don't know-" Clint stammered.

"Don't worry, we're almost there. It's not far at all." The woman smiled.

Clint gaped as they pulled into a large building. The Alpha driver drove into the underground parking and Clint began to feel like his babies did, uncomfortable. He hated underground. The small group walked to an elevator that took them up to a neat office area. Desks were placed around the floor and alphas, betas and omegas all worked there. Clint stared in awe at the place, having never seen such order and cohesion before.

" ?" The woman was holding a heavy wooden door open, becoming for Clint to go into the office behind it. "Our boss wants to have a chat, he's an Alpha, would it make you more comfortable if I went in with you?"

Clint nodded. His babies had calmed down after exiting the car, but he didn't know what else could happen. His day was just turning into a mess of new things and scary places.

Inside the office sat a powerful alpha with an eye-patch. His dark skin contrasted with the sterile white walls inside the office. And the carpet was a deep brown, and impossibly soft. Clint, despite himself, sank to his knees to run his fingers through the soft carpeting. His whole body fell into the softness and he cuddled his babies closer to his chest as he laid on the floor, unaware of the bemused smile on the omega woman's face.

"Mr. Barton? Are you quite alright?" The Alpha spoke with a smile ghosting on his lips.

"Your carpet is so soft." Clint said as he got up, embarrassed at his actions.

"That's alright. Every new omega we take in does he same." The Alpha folded his large hands on the desk in front of him. "Please, have a seat."

Clint shuffled to the beige padded chair and sank into its softness, purring. He relaxed completely into soft felt upholstery and moaned as his back and legs finally released their tension. His babies mewled in response to his sudden contentment, sharing the warm feeling with their papa.

"Comfy?" The Alpha asked.

"Yes sir. Very comfy." Clint sighed.

"Good. Now let's get started, shall we?" The Alpha turned his computer monitor towards him. "We are a non-government agency called S.H.I.E.L.D, and we recruit people with exceptional skill and competence to carry out operations. You have been drafted, and whether you like it or not, you will be beginning your field training as soon as possible. An archer with your skill would fit in our ranks perfectly.

"Now, as you come to find out later on, we are also heavily invested in helping young parents. We will offer you a suite and pay enough to support your children and their education if they would choose to use it. All we need from you, Clint, is your signature."

"What kind of risks are there?" Clint asked, even as he reached for the pen.

"We cannot guarantee your safety while on an op, but while in our facilities, you can be certain of your safety and that you and your family will be taken care of. You don't need to sign it now," the alpha put his hand on Clint's own, "Think on it for a week and we'll sign it then."

"Agent Romanov, please take Mr. Barton to the J block and get him settled." The Alpha straightened his desk and moved towards a door to the side of the office.

The omega woman guided Clint out the door and through the maze of desks. Clint's arms were only just beginning to burn from the weight of the babies, but he figured he could hold them for a few more hours if he needed to.

"The J block is where the families with young children or who are expecting stay." The woman said. "You'll meet a whole bunch of nice people there."

Clint hoped so. He wouldn't have survived out in the cold for very long.

The two of them rode even higher up in the elevator and emerged at a terrace. It was open air and the apartments were placed around the fenced in terrace. Kids were running like wild cats and people were milling about. Clint wanted to stay there forever. The soft grassy areas under his shoes felt like heaven and the cozy looking apartments made the place look like a fairy tale.

Agent Romanov stopped in front of apartment no. 205, a medium sized place nestled between two larger apartments. When she unlocked the door, Clint immediately fell in love with the place. The walls were painted a dazzling white with one wall opposite the front door painted a rich, deep purple. The carpet was a deep dark and soft purple, the same material as the office. Clint couldn't believe the could stay there.

"This is all mine?" Clint asked in disbelief.

"yup." The woman said.

Clint explored the place, finding a soft bed for him to sleep in and a nursery with double cribs, painted a soft purple with white carpet. The kitchen was stocked with food and new appliances, something Clint was going to enjoy using.

"This is all mine... Wow, what a day..."

Clint sat in the couch by the television. He let his head lay back. His babies mewled in his arms.

What a day indeed.

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