Life's Aim

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Summary: This will follow Clint from his fall out with Barney, follow him in to the army and in to service; through fights, friendship and a lot of pain. Before Phil Coulson arrives on scene directed by Nick Fury to, 'Bring the reckless idiot in before he kills anyone else!'. How will Clint react? How does he take to his new life in S.H.E.I.L.D? And how will he get on with the Avengers?

Disclaimer: I don't own The Avengers, it's characters or it's general plots.

Warning: Language

This was written: 7th March 2014

Chapter 8

Dunes

"Private Barton. I wish to speak with you." Clint looked up from polishing his gun. Edward almost couldn't believe Clint was still only a boy, he was short in stature, but over the two months he had been at the base he'd developed toned and muscular arms from shooting and a slim, athletic figure. "Sir."

"Barton. I have a proposition for you. You are an amazing sniper," Clint smirked, Edward laughed, "I admit it. We could do with a sniper like you out in Afghanistan. If your wounds and healed and you feel ready I'd like to send you out there."

Clint's mouth feel open, he wasn't sure whether to run or through himself in for a hug, "Will I have to… kill…people." He muttered

"Possibly, you'd be a positioned sniper, I assume you know your place." Urged Edward.

"Then yes. If the business gets bad; I will have to kill." Clint recalled.

"Yes. Clint, but please there is a great team out there who need a great sniper and your perfect for the job," Clint smiled, "You'd leave tomorrow morning and would arrive that evening. You'd meet the team the next morning and do a few training exercises that morning and be sent to location the next day. I believe it's a small operation, to reclaim some information. Of course I can't ensure your safety, but…"

"I understand sir." Clint lowered his head.

"Is there anyone we should tell of your deport?"

"No, obviously Dan, but no...not really."

"No family?"

"You wish…" Clint smirked.

2:00 am The Next Morning

"Don't forget me, yeah lad!" Dan smiled fondly collaring Clint in a head lock.

"Who are you again!"

"Don't be cheeky!" Dan released him, "Look after yourself out there, I know your team, I trained with them for a while, send my good wishes. Clint just remember, no putting yourself in danger and a tip with that lot, look after them and they'll look after you."

Clint felt the urge to hug Dan, "Thanks, I'll let them know."

"Clint you've been like a brother to me, really take care of yourself." Clint lowered his face and his mouth stretched in to a small smile as he shifted the pack on to his back, he smiled as gunman appeared with two bags. One was thick and Clint knew it was his sniper gun and the other was a mysterious thin black bag. He slowly took the from him with a thankful nod and smirked as he opened the thin bag to see his precious bow and arrows laid neatly inside. With heavy footsteps Clint ascended in to the helicopter taking him to Afghanistan, before he reached the top he turn and look at Dan deeply, the only man he really trusted, really knew and understood.

"You too, Dan and thank you."

Clint look wearily out of the small window to his left, clouds fogged his view and Clint winced slightly as the early morning sun peeped through the frequent breaks, "Gonna be a nice day, I reckon." The pilot muttered.

"I s'pose." Clint mumbled, he made himself busy checking his equipment. His forehead furrowed when he saw a small, dark blue set of shades, tucked in behind his gun case. He then noticed a small, scribbled note attached;

Hawky,

You never really liked the bright, these will help.

Dan

Clint sniggered at the pathetic nickname before sliding the shades on to his eyes, the fit well. Sleep soon beckoned and Clint slipped in to a light sleep before a call awoke him, "Not long now, I can just see the camp."

Clint shuffled and stared out of the window, sandy dunes swept neatly over the landscaped, shifting and flurrying with the wind. In the horizon Clint could just make out a group of tents, he could see many rows of military vehicles lined professionally out to the side.

He smiled, a home, he suppose, a new start, a time to make a good impression.

If everything always went to plan out in the dunes.

End Of Chapter

Sorry it's short and a little boring will update a better one tomorrow or Sunday!