A/N: Hey guys, sorry for the wait. Lots of shit has happened since the last update. One of them being me coming out to my dad as a lesbian. He was surprisingly supportive of me and even made a few dad jokes. My mom I had already come out to, but she's kind of in denial. She thinks that "I'm too young" or "I don't know yet". She and my dad got into a big fight painstakingly close after I told her that I had come out to him. How big of a fight was it, you ask? Well, my mom wouldn't speak a word to my dad for over three days. Track started like last week and I already quit. I have commitment issues as some of you can probably tell but I really hope I don't give up on this story. Anyways, to the story:
Breaking into Clint's apartment was surprisingly easy.
The strange man wasn't home and it had seemed like he had left in a hurry. The fridge was open, papers scattered across the floor, and he hadn't bothered to lock the door.
Brooklyn decided getting her meds, and her bag, was top priority, but she couldn't resist looking around Clint's apartment.
The walls were completely bare, no pictures or posters hung. A few bland furniture was scattered here and there but besides that and the huge mess that the man had left in his departure, Clint's apartment looked unlived in.
Brooklyn picked up one of the sheets of paper that was left on the floor, for some odd reason wanting to know more about the stranger that had saved her life not even a full twenty four hours ago.
S.H.I.E.L.D.
Name: Clinton Francis Barton
Codename: Hawkeye
Age: 29
Weapon of Choice: bow and arrow
Date of birth: unknown
Supervising Officer: Phil Coulson
Partner: Natasha Romanoff aka Black Widow
Level: 7
Avenger initiative: Positive
Status: Suspended. Agent Barton has been suspended from duty after the diagnosis of PTSD after his last mission which awakened unpleasant memories of childhood abuse. Agent Bart-
She paused, not allowing herself to read further, as she felt like she was digging to deep into his life. She didn't have to right to know this stuff about him, they had barely even met for god's sake!
She found her purse on Clint's bed, made sure her meds were in there, and started to make her way out of the apartment when she froze.
Clint stood in the doorway of his apartment, his 9mm held to her face.
Brooklyn quickly dropped her purse and help her hands up next to her face.
"Don't shoot!"
He looked taken aback, realizing who she was, but didn't lower his weapon.
"Brooklyn? What the hell are you doing in here?"
She pointed to her purse on the floor. "I forgot my bag."
Clint still didn't lower his weapon. Brooklyn took a deep breath, hoping that she would leave the apartment alive. "So," she picked up her bag off the floor, "I'll just be going now, you know, cats and shit I have to tend to."
She walked towards him and tried to walk around him and out the door, when he grabbed her shoulder.
"You don't have a cat," He said not amused.
"Oh shit, you caught me. But seriously, I need to get going."
He didn't loosen his grip on her shoulder.
"Clint," Brooklyn said slowly, "let go of me."
He tightened his grip and pushed her farther into the apartment, closing and deadlocking his apartment behind him.
"Let. Me. Go." She growled.
He pushed her up against his bare wall, pointing his gun at her head.
"Why the fuck are you here?" He growled. Brooklyn opened her mouth to reply, "And its not because you forgot your purse. You read the file, didn't you?"
She shook her head quickly, denying his accusation.
"Stop lying!" Clint yelled. Brooklyn whimpered and a lone tear escaped her eye and fell on to her pale face.
"Yes," she whispered," I read the file. I didn't read the whole thing, I swear! I just picked it up to see what it was and-"
She was cut off by Clint, who had come to a decision as she rambled. He hit her across the face with the barrel of his gun and caught her as she fell to the ground unconscious.