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Tuesday: Music
Barton
Clint Barton loved the classics.
When he was little, his mother used to put on the classics. Not Mozart or Beethoven, but Sinatra and Martin. For a while, he knew all the words to his favorite songs.
When he joined SHIELD, he used to have to plug in the headphones to the then cassette player and play those classics over and over for him to get to sleep. The music kept the horrible images he saw every night at bay.
When he got married, there was no wedding march playing. It was a small wedding, just him, his bride, the minister, and the witnesses. His former handler had smiled reassuringly when he handed him the rings, his role as witness doubled as best man.
When he became a father, the sight that surprised him the most out of everything he'd ever seen, was that of Tasha singing "Somewhere Beyond the Sea" to their infant, her voice quiet, but beautiful with her accent infused to each word.
Clint Barton loved the classics, and it seemed that Anya was going to grow up loving the classics too.
R&R.
