Chapter 2

Amy's P.O.V

Sitting in the stands of the big top, I tried to wrap my head around the whole Avengers situation. I couldn't believe it myself but there he was on the front page of the New York Times bow in hand ready to strike.

Clint Barton was an Avenger. A freaking Avenger! I lay down on one of the stands thinking about Clint for what felt like the first time in forever. The man I once knew so well was now nothing but a distant memory. I lay on the stands and thought back to the last time I saw Clint, or should I say Hawkeye, back when he was still known as Trickshot.

Seven Years Ago:

We were all standing around in the big tent as we went over the plan for a final time. It was going to be the biggest heist in the history of the Circus. We were going to rob Stark Industries.

I started to listen again just as The Ringmaster made his finishing statement.

"With that much ammo we will be unstoppable" his laugh full of mirth.

We all started to leave the tent when I felt a hand grab my wrist, I looked back to see the mask less face of Clint Barton, Trickshot my partner.

"Are you sure you still want to go through with this?" he asked me his voice full of concern.

"Yeah" I stated plainly "Why wouldn't I?" confusion written all over my features.

"Well, it's just that, if we get caught we'll all go to jail and your only 19, this isn't a normal job Amy, that's all I'm trying to say"

"I'll be fine. This isn't the first job I've done and I'm not going to miss out on the biggest job we'll probably ever get to do" I released my wrist from his grasp and kissed him on the cheek. "Anyway, you're only 20 don't you think it would be just as bad if you got caught?" I asked while walking away to catch up with the others.

I heard him sigh behind me as he started to follow me. This is just like any other heist; I don't know what he's worrying about.

Twenty minutes later we pulled up outside the Stark Industries warehouse. I waited as Bruce, Jack and the Gambonno's got out of the van. I felt Clint move behind me as he pulled his mask over his fac.

"Last time I can ask you this: You sure you want to go through with this?" he asked me.

"Geez" I laughed "What's wrong with you today?" I countered.

"Nothing" he stated fixing his quiver to his back and moving past me.

I knew something was wrong but I shook off the feeling and went out to join my silent group of thieves. We got into Stark Industries through a vent on the far east of the roof and made our silent descent to retrieve all the ammunition we will ever need. Dropping down from the vent we landed in a small room which had three separate doors in it leading down different hallways, once we all gathered in the room we split into smaller groups to find the items we came here for.

Clint and I travelled down our designated hall in near silence, the only sound to be heard was the noises we made from moving. A dull thud came from behind us, as we made our way to the ammunitions room.

"No going back now" muttered Clint, just as the alarm triggered.

I broke into a run to try and find my friends. Clint running close behind me, we made it to the room with the vent we travelled down here in, just as the others got to the meeting place as well.

"What happened?" The Ringmaster practically screamed at all of us.

I glanced at Clint out of the corner of my eye refusing to believe what I knew. Clint had betrayed us.

Just as the thought made its way into my mind the doors all around us were slammed open by heavily armoured men covered, head to toe in what appeared to be completely black military uniforms. They began to herd us into the corner away from the vent, to ensure no one could escape. Behind these men another man clad fully in black walked into the room.

This man was very intimidating, with the sour look on his face, one eye totally hidden behind the material of an eye patch. Once he had us all cuffed and moving towards one of the many black vans outside, he personally escorted Clint away, all the while speaking to him.

I couldn't tell what they were talking about, but I knew then, Clint's days with the Circus were over.

I was startled out of my thoughts to see that the sun had long since set and that it was getting cold in the big top. I shook my head, trying to clear my mind of what had happened all those years ago. I went to my trailer to try and get some sleep, knowing that it was going to be a long night.