CHAPTER 12
Turning back to the ambulance, I walked back to Alicia and Raffy,
"Doc says we're allowed to go home".
She nodded, "I'll... Get a taxi or something. You get Rosa".
"Alicia. I'm not leaving you again. I'll call Alex. He wants an update anyway" I said firmly and she smiled slightly, "Alex. You were lucky to have found him".
"Yea. I was" I mused, quickly dialling his number.
"Bas? WHAT HAPPENED?" He shouted, picking up after the first ring. I winced at the loudness of his voice.
"Alicia's ok, Raffys got a broken arm, and Andrea is in hospital" I replied and he cursed, "Fuck sake. You need a lift?".
"... That would be great actually, thanks mate" I replied sighing and he laughed, "just promise the next time I end up in hospital, you'll bring me some decent food".
"Course" I replied grinning, "Who else would be able to smuggle it in?".
An hour later, we were home. Alicia, Raffy, and Rosa all safe in bed, Andrea still in hospital, and Alex and I aimlessly wandering around the house, waiting for the doctor to ring with an update.
*Beep beep... Beep beep*.
Our heads snapped to the phone on the table. I stared at it for a split second beiges grabbing it and answering.
"Mr. Gomez?" Someone asked. It was the same doctor as before.
"Yea?" I asked breathlessly.
"I am calling with an update of your daughters condition" he said and I motioned for Alex to come over.
"Yea, what's happened?" I asked.
"... We think she'll pull through" he said and I sighed in relief, collapsing into a chair.
"Nothing is certain yet. But your allowed to come in and see her if you like" he continued, "visiting hours are from 8am to 8pm every day".
"Right. Yes. Thank you" I said grinning, "is that all? Right. Yes. Ok. Yes goodbye".
Putting down the phone I looked up at an impatient Alex.
"Well?" He asked and I gave an abrupt laugh, "Shea going to be ok".
"How is she?". I spun around startled, to face the red head.
"Who?" I asked, picking back up the papers I had dropped.
"Your daughter. Andrea isn't it?" She asked and I sighed, "so you know about that. Right. Yea, she's... Pulling through". I had gone to see her yesterday with Alicia. And things were looking just that much brighter.
"That's good. And the rest of the family?" She asked again.
"Their... Doing ok" I replied slowly and she sighed, "what about you? How are you today?".
I looked at her surprised. She was asking ME about how OK I was? That had never happened before.
"Honestly? I'm a little creeped out your still here" I replied, picking up the last sheet as I began to walk down the hall. She followed me, falling into step easily.
"Do you want to know why I'm still here?" She asked, "its because once upon a time, you were a very good friend of mine. One that disappeared 13 and half months ago when Clint Barton went off the radar".
"I'm sorry for your loss" i muttered and she pushed me against the wall, her face an inch from mine. And man, was she scary looking.
"As much as I hated the bastard sometimes, I miss him. And I plan on doing everything I possible can, on getting you back" she hissed.
"Come on Natasha, let him go" Tony said, tapping her on the shoulder as he walked by. Natasha. That was her name.
"Your here too?" I asked him amazed.
"We're all here Clint. You just don't see us" he replied casually as we began to wall again.
"So your really convinced I'm this... Clint Barton guy huh?" I asked quietly.
"Yep" Tony replied.
"Dr. Banner... said so-".
"Bruce" Tony said, cutting me off.
"What?" I asked confused.
"Bruce. That's what you called him. Never , never doctor, just Bruce. Or big guy when he got angry" he replied.
"When he got angry-? What's that meant to mean?".
"You'll see. Now carry on" he replied.
"Ok... Dr. Ban- Bruce" I corrected, "Bruce said something about a bunch of superheroes".
"The Avengers" Natasha said nodding.
"Said ye guys were in it?".
"Yep. So were you" she replied and I laughed, "Well sorry to disappoint ye guys, but I haven't turned invisible or shot lasers out if eyes recently so I think you got your facts wrong".
"You had a bow" she said.
"A bow?".
"Yea. Bow and arrow. Ever hear of Hawkeye?".
"...Yea" I replied slowly.
"Well guess what? That's you" Tony finished and I stopped, "Ok now i know your messing with me".
"You are Clint Barton, whether you like it or not" Natasha said firmly, "You're the worlds best marksmen, a trained assassin, and a spy working for a shadowy agent government know as SHIELD. You ca-".
"A spy?" I asked, cutting her off.
She glared at me, "And you don't believe me. Figures. The-".
"No, no, no" I interrupted again, "Its not that I don't believe you. But If I was a spy, id be going undercover all the time wouldn't i? With secret identities".
"Yea" she said slowly.
"And the only way to tell if I am Clint Barton for certain, is by a DNA check, right?" I asked again and she nodded, "Where are you going with this?".
I smirked, "If I was a new person every other day, then wouldn't my DNA records have to change? Which is impossible. And since that is impossible, the next best thing would be to delete all traces of my original DNA correct? To get rid of all traces. Which would mean there is no possible way, you have one Clint Barton's DNA sample".