A man wearing a black top hand, a monocle on his left eye and a black and grey three piece suit with a black cape ran in the suburbs to avoid the cop cars that were chasing him. He quietly slipped inside the house at the corner.
As he entered he saw a woman standing behind him. She was wearing a blue jeans and a white tank top. She gave the man once over and sighed.
"How was it?" she asked.
The man took of the top hat and monocle. He looked to be about 17 years old, had blonde hair and blue-gray-green eyes. The boy was handsome with a chiselled face. He sighed and said, "Not the one."
"Clint, you should take it easy." said the woman.
"I know, Mel. But I can't sit back until I find the people who murdered Phil." said Clint.
"It's been 7 years, Clint." said Melinda.
"I know but I won't give up." said Clint.
Melinda sighed. She knew how stubborn her adoptive son really was. "So, anything interesting happen?" she asked.
Clint smirked. "The same old thing that happens. Chief Fury laid down the trap and I once again outsmarted him and escaped. Loki was there and so was Natasha. I think she hates me." he said thinking about the beautiful red head.
"She doesn't hate you, just Hawkeye. After all you do constantly humiliate her dad." said Melinda, chuckling.
"That I do. I wish I could tell her, but then it would put her in danger." said Clint.
"It's your decision, Clint. I know how much Natasha means to you." said Melinda.
Clint nodded.
"Now come, dinner is ready." said Melinda walking towards the kitchen.
Clint followed her.
