Who is my father?

Chapter Twelve

"Ali? We're here." My immediate thought is where the hell am I? and Who the hell is that? I open my eyes and see the rows of seats. Then I remember it's dad and we're on an aeroplane.

"I'm ok. Let's go home, dad." It's been a while since I've said that. The dad bit. We make it outside the airport and then I lead the way back home. We keep our weapons out, knowing what happened last time.

"I don't like it Ali. It doesn't seem right. It still smells like Tasha and it's where they found you." He says.

"I'll get some stuff, we can check in to a hotel and then go see Sophie, she probably, definitely, can't wait to meet you."

"Go grab some stuff then. I'll look up hotels and call Pepper. You text that friend of yours." I go upstairs and grab some clothes and other stuff I need. After I have found everything I need, I sit down on my bed and text Soph.

'Hey, I'm back in California with ny dad. Do you want to meet him?' I swear it's less than ten seconds before she replies,

'YES! HE'S HAWKEYE HOW COULD I NOT?!'

'When?'

'My house asap. My bro's gone out and won't be back until late.'

'Be there in half an hour'.ยด I slide my phone in to the back pocket of my jeans and grab the bag. I jump down the stairs, two at a time, and then stop when I hear dad talking to Pepper.

"I know, Pepper. Alisa's with me. We'll be back soon. Probably."

"Clint, what if there's a mission, what if you get hurt, what if-"

"Pepper. We will both be perfectly ok. They've done the last few missions with out me, what's the difference? If I get hurt Alisa's got your and Fury's numbers. See you soon Pepper." He cuts her off and turns to face me. "Ready, Ali? I found a hotel, have you texted your friend?"

"Yeah, come on let's go." Then we left. Dad managed to pick a hotel not too far from the house, which was great because I have a really heavy bag. For a small person my clothes seem to weigh a ton.

"So, why we're you at that place?" I ask. That was something that I wanted to know since I had cleared my head in my three day slumber.

"Mission. Not meant to talk about it. Here we are." He answers robotically then refers to the big hotel building on our right. I stand aside as he checks in. Once we are given our room key card, we go up in the loft to the ninth floor. Three rooms down on the left, is room 9C. I swipe the card and push open the door. There is two single beds, a small ensuite bathroom, lamps chained to tables, a small TV, which I'm not sure will work, and for some strange reason, a trouser press. The walls are a drab cream, bedsheets and curtains a dull beige and carpet a faded chocolate brown. Dad dumps his bag in the closet in the corner and urges me to do the same. I do, taking out my phone.

"Lets go see Sophie." I say and we step back out of room, locking the door. Back down in the lift, across the lobby and back out into the empty street.

"just in case something, err, happens to me," He says, "Call James on this number. I would give you Steve's but he can't work his phone, Thor has crushed too many, Bruce would hulk out Tony's not the most understanding and Pepper's probably busy. Just in case." He said that like something bad was definitely going to happen. I give him my phone and he quickly types the number in. I guide him left and we arrive at Sophie's house. I calmly walk up the steps and ring the doorbell, as I have done many times before. Dad follows, which he has not done before. Sophie opens the door and invites us in, almost hyperventilating. It is all she can do to shut the door before screaming,

"OMG YOU'RE HAWKEYE!" Dad smirks, suggesting that he gets that reaction alot.

"Yes, I am." He tells her.

"You're, like my favourite Avenger!" He smirks again.

"Personally, I like Iz the most." I comment.

"Who's Iz?" Sophie asks, confused.

"Iron Girl but not." I reply and dad just goes with it.

"Why did you never tell me that your dad was Hawkeye?".She asks. It's a fairly reasonable question but I have no idea how to answer it.

"Err... I thought I might not be any more."

"What do you mean?"

"I'm technically dead. The police stopped looking for me about what? A year after I ran away."

"Yeah, and it took all the others to convince me not to go to the police station and kill them all for giving up."

"You ran away?"

"Yes, when I was twelve, just after my mum died."

"TWELVE! YOU WERE FREAKIN' TWELVE?! AND YOU LET HER GO!"

"NO! I would never have let her go. She heard that her mum died and just left, before I got home. I shouted at her too, I mean twelve Ali? I can't believe you made it to twenty." They both look at me waiting for my side of the argument. Suddenly the peeling light yellow wallpaper seems very interesting. They turn back to the Hawkeye thing.

"But your definitely Hawkeye? I mean I've loved you since forever and you were always this close." Sophie is now doubting me, and herself.

"Yes," He pulls out a bow from his pocket, compacted, and expands it. "I never go any where with out this. I don't know what else I can do to prove . it's me."

"I believe you." Then the door opens and a male voice says,

"Soph, we're back!"

"That's my dad. I'll just-"

Sophie is cut off by my dad walking in to the room and my dad shouting, "YOU!"

A/N Thank you to Jo-Jo287 for all her help, with the plot in future chapters, and everything else. Also I realised that I have never done a disclaimer so here it is:

Disclaimer: I don't own anything recognisable.

Please review on who you think Clint's shouting at, or any other points that you want to pick up. See you next time!