Prologue-
Clint Barton sat in the middle of a SHIELD gym listening to the instructor, Mr. Rollins. Clint rolled his eyes for what felt like the hundredth time as Rollins demonstrated moves Clint learned when he was 8.
Rollins ordered the recruits to partner up. Clint was 16 years old, a good 4 to 5 years younger than the rest of his peers. SHIELD didn't recruit anyone under the age of 20 but apparently Clint was the exception.
The they were practicing was a basic 1-2 jab. Clint fought the urge to bang his head on the wall for being stuck in "Basic Combat Training". Honestly, the word Basic was generous. Any fool with access to Wiki How could learn this is 10 minutes.
Clint silently observed his partner. 6'0, black hair and blue eyed. He looked to be around 21,22 and wore a cocky smirk on his face that suggested to Clint he was one of those people were more confident then they had a right to be. When his eyes landed on Clint, he snorted.
Clint clenched his teeth and resisted growling at his partner. He obviously underestimated him due to his age. Arrogant Asshole (Clint thought this name fit him perfectly) swaggered over to Clint.
"Don't worry, i'll try not to hurt you to bad little buddy."
He reached over and in a demeaning way, ruffled Clint's hair. Like he was a child. Clint's eye twitched.
I swear to fucking God, he does one more thing and I will lose it!
Clint started strapping on his boxing gloves to block for him. Arrogant Asshole, took this chance and demonstrated the 1-2 jab on him. Not expecting it, Clint found himself on the ground.
"That's it!" Clint snapped.
"Aw, it looks like this class is too advanced for a little tyke like you."
Clint jumped up and palm striked the man's solar plexus. Arrogant Asshole stumbled back several feet, gasping for air before he hit the ground.
Clint let the man recover before he stumbled up and threw what Clint could say was the worst hook he'd ever seen.
Clint easily sidestepped and as he charged by, Clint clotheslined him.
The man fell to the ground moaning in pain.
"Barton!" Rollins yelled.
"What the hell did you do?!"
Clint shrugged, not feeling an ounce of remorse.
Rollins pulled out a walkie-talkie.
"This is Agent Rollins, get me a medical team in here."
He glanced at Clint.
"And Agent Coulson."
"Would it help if I said it won't happen again?" Clint offered.
Agent Phil Coulson groaned in frustration. Standing at 6'0, with thinning brown hair and brown eyes, he looked ordinary and average. But Clint knew that to be far from the truth.
Coulson recruited Clint about 3 months ago, when he was injured carrying out hits as an assassin for hire. Due to his seemingly supernatural aim, Clint or "Hawkeye" as he was dubbed quickly became infamous in the criminal world.
Rumored to have never missed a shot, Clint appeared on SHIELD's radar 4 months after he escaped military prison for lying about his age. Coulson was sent to bring him in after in one particular assassination where he sniped his target from 4000 meters away, blowing past the world record of 3500 meters.
"Barton, the World Security Council is searching for ways to give Fury the termination order."
Clint winced. The WSC hadn't liked Coulson or Fury's decision to bring in an assassin especially a teenage one with some serious issues.
"Am I being punished?" Clint questioned.
"The opposite, actually" Coulson replied.
Clint frowned. He was being rewarded for landing his fellow trainee in the hospital?
"What are you talking about?"
"I reviewed the footage from the cams, I saw you fighting."
"I'm getting promoted because I have kick-ass fighting skills?" Clint questioned.
"Partly. But the main reason is restraint. The you from a few months ago would've snapped at even being in that class. You showed restraint." Coulson said actually sounding impressed.
Clint grinned at that.
"So what happens to me now?"
"Now, you become an Agent in training. Normally, it would take 2 years for any other recruit to be considered for that status." Coulson said.
"In a couple of months, provided everything goes well, you'll receive Level 1 clearance."
"How many levels are there?" Clint asked.
Coulson smirked. "That's classified."
Clint groaned at his response. They finished up soon after that and Clint headed to his quarters to get some sleep.
Many years in the future...
A man with a bow could be seen talking to another man in a red cloak.
"What's wrong Strange?" the man with the bow questioned.
"I glanced into the future with the time stone. Out of 14 million possible scenarios, we beat Thanos zero times."
"What!?" the bow man said in shock.
"You're saying were screwed, no matter what we do."
"No." the man with the red clock replied.
"I have an idea. Using the time stone, I will arm your past self with abilities."
"We overcame our differences to fight Thanos too little, too late. But if I gift these powers to you, we will have more time. You can stop Tony and Steve's Civil War. You can stop Fury and Coulson's death. You can recruit more heroes. You can bring us together, stronger than before."
"Are you sure this will work?" the man with the bow says doubtfully.
"I am positive" the man in the cloak said.
Back to the present...
A bright, purple light illuminated young Clint Barton's room. He slept on, unaware that his life would change for the better.
Clint yawned, and he sat up in bed. His alarm clock read 7:30. He still had time before he had to meet Coulson.
Then he saw it. Clint blinked once. He rubbed his eyes. In front of Clint was a glowing purple box.
You slept in a bed, your HP and MP have been restored to maximum capacity. All negative effects have been cured.
Clint ran his hand through the box and it disappeared.
"Did I just imagine that?"
What was that? Clint wondered. It looked familiar to him somehow as if he saw something similar long ago. Suddenly, realization struck him.
In a voice that quivered slightly in disbelief, Clint spoke.
"Stats."
Clinton Barton
Health- 150/150
Energy- 150/150
The Gamer
Title- None equipped
Race- Human
STR- 6
VIT- 4
DEX- 12
INT- 3
LUCK-0
WIS-2
STAT POINTS: 0
MONEY: $0
Clinton Barton or Clint is a human, son of Stacey Barton(deceased) and Jim Barton (deceased). He ran away from home at a young age with his brother Barney. After running away from foster homes, Clint and Barney joined the circus. Clint became known as the Amazing Hawkeye from ages 6 to 13 he performed for Carson's Carnival of Traveling Wonders. He caught his mentors Trickshot and Swordsman doing illegal activities with his brother Barney. He was stabbed and left for dead. Clint survived and joined the army as a sniper. A year later he was ousted for his age and he became a contract assassin. He was recruited to SHIELD by Agent Phil Coulson.
"What."
"The."
"Fuck."