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: 8th March 2014
Chapter 9
Hawk In Falcon
"You must be our sniper then, bit young ain't you?" The general smirked slightly, "But I trust Turner." Clint tutted under his breath and shifted his bags awkwardly, rolling his eyes under the shades.
"This way you can drop your stuff off in the tent, then bring with weapons and we'll meet your team mates." The man ordered relatively brightly considering he was in a war zone. Clint followed him obediently keeping his mouth shut, occasionally chaffing at the dry hot air greedily. It was a few minutes of silently walking before they arrived, "I'm Agent Walls, before you ask." He extended a hand out to Clint, who looked at it sceptically before shaking, "Agent? What are you 007?" Clint smirked walking in to the tent.
"S.H.I.E.L.D actually, I'll be on your coms on the mission. Not exactly 007, now I think an introduction on your behalf is due."
"Private Barton, Clint." He replied shortly dropping his bags and shuffling about in the humid tent.
"Fine, then how old are you then Clint, twenty?" Walls guessed.
"Seventeen." Clint muttered taking a training vest from his pack and turning his back to swap it with the shirt he was wearing, "But, don't give me the whole, 'you don't look it', cos I know!" Clint slipped his shirt off and pulled the training vest on, somehow it made him look even slimmer than was possible. "Ok, Grab your weapons and follow me, oh and you might want this." Walls threw his hands up defensively before throwing Clint a bottle of water, Clint took a large draft before grabbing his gun bag, bow bag and a small case containing throwing knives. They left the tent in silence once more. "So that scar, eh?" Walls began.
"Don't." Clint muttered unconsciously holding his side.
"Knife?" Walls pried. When Clint didn't respond he tried again, "Shot slice your side?"
Clint stopped and looked up at the man, "Look, mate. I didn't tell anyone at base, so why would I tell you! I bet you have scars you don't want others to know about!"
"Sorry, mate." Walls tried placing and hand on Clint shoulder, Clint quickly shrugged it off and started walking quickly to a group of soldiers on the other end of the plane, Walls heaved a sigh and jogged to catch up. "Walls, you bring our sniper!" A cheerful shout came up.
"Yep, now Falcon this is Clint Barton. Barton team Falcon." Clint smirked slightly at the name and nodded a hello at the three soldiers in from of him, "Welcome to Falcon Clint, I'm Richard Green, Rich is fine. This is Woody Small and George Harrison." Clint looked at the team, Rich was tall and dark haired, he was well muscled and stood proudly, Woody was a tall beefy man, with a scrappy beard and sandy haircut, he had a few tattoos up his tanned arm and a small scar on his hairline. George was a young, pale Brit with a handsome face and a strong athletic body, he wasn't tall but still stood taller than Clint. Clint judged them all in silence before nodding, the team looked at each other knowingly, "Ok, Clint. We've known each other for years and worked as a team for a year at least, so obviously your one of us, now your job is to cover us, but we'll try to protect you too, ok?" Clint smirked and nodded, They already view me as a newbie, "We'll go over to Craven rock and have an exercise, ok?"
"Sure." Clint mumbled. The team set off, Walls waved them off with a whisper to Rich, "Look after him, he's only seventeen, got an old scar left abdo, so watch out for that." Rich patted Walls on the back and walked on.
"So, how long you been in training?" Rich started.
"Who with?" Woody added.
"Dan Wills and Simon Ashford from Waterloo. Been training' about eight months."
"Eight months, blimey." Woody hissed.
"I remember Si and Dan!" George chipped in, "They were there when I trained."
"And me." Rich added, "So how are they?"
"Good, I s'pose. They send greetings." Clint muttered looking to the floor.
"Eight months eh? You sure your ready for this?" Woody teased. Clint scowled, "Why wouldn't I be?" Rich stepped in sensing the tension between them, "Sorry, Clint. We don't mean to offend." Clint shrugged and walked on ahead."
!I don't know about him." Woody whispered.
"I don't know, he's a bit well…" George struggled to find the words.
"Young, odd, awkward." Rich suggested.
"Exactly!" George laughed as they came to the rocky out crop, there was a few targets over the other side and Clint had already settled there emptying his gun bag. "Clint! We're gonna run a few laps of the rock, ok?" Clint stood up and left his bags and nodded walking over and taking off his shades. They set off at a fast jog, almost expecting Clint to waver, but Clint kept up the pace with ease, he'd always had good stamina and he knew it. "So0, Clint know you should be checking out the rock, have a good look around for…"
"I know." Clint muttered irritably jogging ahead of the group. After two more laps they came to a stop and drank. "So Clint can we see you shoot?" George asked.
"If you want." Clint muttered opening his knife and gun case, he held to bow case near.
"What's in this one then?" Woody enquired snatching the case from Clint.
"No of your business." Clint snapped snatching back his precious bow. Rich kneeled down to his level on the floor and looked at him deeply, "I'm thinking you're the reason I was sent with arrow tips and archery targets then?" Rich smiled.
"No shit Sherlock!" Clint laughed unzipping his prize possession, but picked up his gun instead. "Put down the gun then, get shooting!" Rich called from the end of the range where he was setting up an archery target. "Really?" Clint muttered.
"Aww go on, from what I've heard I'm quite excited about this!"
Rich was not disappointed as a arrow landed with a precise thud between his thumb and forefinger when he was putting up the target.
End Of Chapter
It may not be this evening until you get another chapter. The suns come out! ARCHERY time!
