Limpid Chapter 2
Authors Note: I do not own anything from Marvel. Thanks for continuing and enjoy! ;)
Clint Barton (Hawkeye) Pov
It took me a half hour to pick out a outfit, that was a record. I was never really a guy to care about clothes, but I didn't how I should dress when I met her. Do I go all out in a suit or would that come out snobbish? Do I dress so down or would that be disrespectful? I had been holding it in to wait a couple days after her birthday to go to her house.
"Are you ready yet?" Tony asked annoyed outside. I had asked him to come for moral support, especially since Natasha wouldn't come or would freak out if she knew I found the address.
"I'm ready," I announced to him. I just decided to wear a simple pair of jeans and a t-shirt.
We stepped in a car, Tony drove, I was to nervous to drive right now. "Do you think she'll see me?" I kind of asked to myself, not expecting Tony to answer. Tony laughed, "of course she will!" His tone suddenly turned more serious, "You can take legal action to. You never signed the adoption documents, so you could get her back." That sent a shiver down my spine, I didn't want to tear apart her life like Natasha had said I would.
We pulled up to the drive way and I knocked on the door. "It will be fine," Tony said to me encouragingly. I've fought aliens, I could do this.
A woman appeared at the door, must have been her mom. "Hello Mrs. Danvers, I'm Clint Barton," I told her while reaching out my hand, "I think we need to talk."
She was doubtful of letting two complete strangers into her house, but she did it. "What did you want to see me about Mr. Barton?" She asked. Her eyebrows were raised and her lips pursed. "Clint is fine. Actually I'm the father of Carol Danvers, your daughter. You picked out a lovely name," I took a breath, "Mrs. Danvers I just really want the chance to meet her."
She was flustered for a minute but then pulled it together, "No."
"What?" I asked hoping I heard it wrong. "I said No. She just lost her real father last year in a car accident. Mrs. Romanoff was very open. I know what you guys do and I don't need her apart of that. She's my kid legally and you don't need to met her," she concluded getting ready to tell us to leave.
I didn't want to pulled this card but I had to, "The only reason she's your kid is because you have documents, but I never signed them and you damn knew that." The room was suddenly tense. I could feel her glaring at me with fire in her eyes.
"Mom I'm home," I heard a voice call as the door opened. She walked not completely not noticing us. She had dirty blonde and blue eyes, like me. It made me feel better that she had some of my features. I was expecting a redhead, a clone of Natasha.
"I'm gonna go to Rosie's house," she said still not noticing Tony and I in the room. Carol grabbed a skateboard and started to head to the door.
"Aren't you gonna wear a helmet?" I accidentally blurted out. I could feel her mom glaring at me again and I felt a little embarrassed, she had no idea who I was. "Yeah it's out front," Carol said shyly, well at least now she finally realized we were in the room. "Go on Carol, but be back before dinner unless your eating at Rosie's house," her mom told her.
After she left her mom got up, "Mr. Barton I suggest you and your friend leave." She then held the door open. Tony and I got left, but I had a feeling I would be back their soon.
"Get in the car quick," I told Tony. He looked confused, "I don't see why we have to rush back to avengers tower."
I rolled my eyes, "We're not going back to the tower. We're gonna follow her." He looked at me shocked, "Do you want her mom to get a restraining order on us?"
"Look Stark, we're just gonna shadow her. I've missed fourteen years and I'm not gonna miss anymore," I said assertively to him. Tony started the car and we kept our distance from her. "Clint, just remember her moms the black widow," Tony said laughing, "And I'm sure any average teenager would notice if the same car was following them around." "As long as we keep our distance we'll be fine," I wasn't sure if I was telling Tony or myself that.
We spent a good ten minutes following, but we didn't end up at some friends house we ended up at some club.
"Ever heard of this place?" I asked Tony, he was a partier after all. He laughed, "Good memories. That has the three B's that make any party great." I gave him a look, "What's the three B's?" Tony smirked, "Babes, Booze, and Blasting music. Emphasis on the babes."
Oh Hell no. No way was she going in their. In the parking lot she met with another girl that looked her age, that was probably Rosie. "How old the club age?" I asked Tony. "21, they'll never her in," he replied, "of course I got in when I was 18, but I'm Tony Stark." Their was the confident ass that I knew and...well I knew, lets just say that.
I felt relived knowing they would never let her inside. When she approached the front of the line I was ready to see her kicked out, but to my shock she was let in with her friend. I bet Tony could feel my anger coming off me, "I can't believe they let her in, she didn't even show ID!" "I know that's awful man, who would even want to look at a fourteen year old's boob?" Tony said to me. I responded with a glare, he would be the only person to say that.
I got out of the car and slammed the door. "Clint, what are you doing?" Tony called after me as I headed to the door. "I'm not letting her stay in a club with men like you looking at her!" Normal men would be insulted, but Tony almost took it as a compliment. "Clint, it's not your place, yet at least." I didn't stop, I wasn't leaving until she did.
I found her by the bar with her friend laughing and flirting with what seemed like a college guy. "Excuse me man, but I think their towing your car outside and their looking for you," I said to him. The guy basically ran out to the parking lot of the club. "I'm part of the club ownership and we'd like to see your ID please," I told Carol and her friend Rosie. They just burst out laughing. "I'm gonna go to the bathroom, you good?" Rosie asked Carol, she nodded, "I'm fine."
"Your the guy from my moms living room," she said to me. I looked around for Tony, but saw he was flirting with some girl. "And you look like a girl who's way to young to drink a martini," I replied back. She laughed, "I don't know who you are, but you don't have the job of telling what I can and can't-" "I'm your dad," I interrupted her, "Your biological One at least."
Her energy seemed to colder, "So fourteen years and you finally showed up, and in a bar." I was gonna tell her how I didn't come to a bar to met her and how I just followed her, but that made me seem like a stalker. "I didn't know you even existed to about a couple days ago," I tried to tell her, "I'm sorry about your other dad." "My only dad," she shot back. I felt like I was stabbed in the stomach again, I guess the Romanoff girls knew how to do that well.
"Give me a chance, please I just want to get to know you," I paused as I looked around, "In a more appropriate setting." She took a sip of her drink, "I might being this because I'm drunk but how about next Friday, we could do something?" "That'd be great! I'll go now if you promise to leave after I leave?" She nodded, "See you next Friday."
Authors Note: Thanks for reading! Maybe you have figured out who Carol Danvers is in the comics :) hint: she's played by a girl name Brie in the mcu. I changed her age to go with the story though. Until next time! ;)
