Author's Note: First of all, I wanted to apologize for taking so long to update. School was pretty rough on me this year and I had absolutely no time to write my stories and update and, for that, I'm incredibly sorry. Second of all, I wanted to warn you that this next few chapter may not be as good because it's been a while and I lost track of all the ideas I had, so I'm going to try and do my best to get this back on track. Thank you so much for you time! xx


Waiting For Superman

Chapter 3

I think it's safe to say that a few weeks at passed ever since Sean had appeared at the library I work at. Everything was fine when I took him to the hospital... A few bruises here and there, nothing serious, and the limb in his leg was due to a nasty fall he had taken while running away from our father. I still don't know what to do. I leave him at home, alone, every single day, while I get up and go to work to earn some money for us to survive. I'm afraid for him... I'm afraid he is going to think that I don't want to take care of him when that is not what is happening.

I've been having this weird feeling that someone has been watching me for the past weeks. I keep looking around, but I don't I don't see anything. Sometimes I think it's my father, coming to hurt us... Coming to take Sean away from me. Fortunately, there are other times where I think it may be Clint. I don't know why, though. I told him I didn't want his help, but I can't shake the feeling of protection whenever I think he may be the one to be looking out for me this past few weeks. It's weird... I never saw him again after that thing on the hospital and he never past by the library either.

From walking home and talking loads
To seeing shows in evening clothes, with you
To nervous touch to getting drunk
To staying up and waking up with you

My phone started to ring. I stopped, in the middle of the street, and pull out my phone. I was on my way to the library. I looked at the screen and didn't recognized the number, but answered it anyway. It could be something related to Sean, maybe something had happened to him.

"Hello?" I answered.

"Hello daughter of mine." The familiar dark voice of my father said from the other side. "Walking to the little library you work on?"

I looked around, trying to find him anywhere, but didn't see him. How did he know where I worked at?

"You know... New York is a big city. How did you manage to find somewhere to live in this big world, baby girl?" He was tormenting me, I knew that. How did he knew I was living in New York? Did he knew where my apartment was? Did he knew Sean was there, alone? "Where is your brother, baby girl?" Damn it!

Slowly, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. In a few seconds, I had my phone smashing against the concrete floor and my legs running in the opposite direction of the one I was going in the beginning. I pushed my legs to the limit. Sometimes I would hit someone and make them fall to the floor alongside with me, they would curse at me and push me away whenever I try to help them to get up. After that, I would start running again. I didn't know where my mind was taking me. I was acting on impulse and I knew I couldn't go to my apartment. There was a small chance my father didn't know where I lived, so if I went there he would know Sean was there to and possibly hurt us both. I knew my father would follow me.

Suddenly, I hit someone again. I fell to the ground and hit my side. A groan escaped my lips as I grabbed my arm and tried to get up. This time I didn't try to help the man or woman I had hit against, because when I looked up I realized I was standing in front of Stark Tower. My breathing was uneasy and my arm hurt like hell. I looked around and spotted a suspicious man running my way with a threatening look in his eyes. It wasn't my father, but I was almost sure it was one of his men. Without thinking, I picked myself of the ground and started to run towards the building.

"Hey! You!" Someone yelled and when I looked back I saw it was the same man from before.

I pushed through the door and looked around before running to the elevator. I pressed the button and I kept pressing until finally its doors opened. As I walked into the elevator the man walked through the building doors and started to run towards the elevator. I pressed the button to the Avenger's apartment and the doors started to close. Fortunately, the man was enable to get to me and I was now safe inside of the elevator.

I walked backwards until my back were against the elevator's wall. I tried to take deep breathes, but every time I did it my chest would hurt.

Suddenly, the elevator stopped and I looked up. The doors open and right before my eyes were the Avengers, standing there and looking at me. I think they were hopping I would attack them. I pushed myself of the wall and walked forward; my hand was still holding my arm. I looked around until my eyes met Clint's blue eyes. "Olivia?" Clint said as he came forward and supported me as I was about to fall to the ground. I looked up at him for a few seconds before looking at the rest of the team, "I... I n-need your help."