Expressionless
Chaos ensued when the gun shots were heard. Clint fell to the ground, crawling under his bed. One more gun shot was heard. His parents. Slowly and cautiously, he came out from under the bed and crawled toward his parents' room. They weren't there. There was, however, a woman. She stood with her arms crossed. Her brown hair fell lightly into her face. She wore a stoic expression, but her eyes gave a sense of fear. "Clinton?"
Clint stood up, "Yes, ma'am."
"Come with me." She turned walking toward the balcony. Clint didn't want to argue with her. It would most likely end in her favor. He followed her down the metal wire and watched as she ran toward bushes, which concealed agents. After a few minutes, the eye patched man burst through the shrubs, Natasha following. She ran into Clint's arms and cried silently. "My parents," she mumbled against his chest, "gone. They're dead." She tried her best to muffle her cries.
"We fear your parents are next," the woman agent stated monotone. No expression. No emotion. Nothing. All the faces of the agents mirrored hers. Expressionless. Did they not care at all?
Clint grew frustrated, "We have to go back! We can't let them die." A gun shot. "Mom! Dad!" Clint ran toward his house. He was thrown back with the others. An explosion. His house was gone. A couple of people were passed out beside him. The eye patched man slowly stood up, limping. Natasha was huddled behind a bush; she was cradling her arms while pushing back tears. Clint tried to move toward her. His leg, his arm, and a few ribs. That's where the pain hit hardest.
"Mr. Barton?" the woman questioned, watching him like a hawk. Her looming figure scared him at this point. "Mr. Barton?" she tried again. Clint didn't respond. He couldn't move. His mind shut down. He slowly let his body fall to the ground and shut his eyes. A slumber full of nightmares came.
This is what you get when you do business with bad people. Chaos and pain. That seems to be the theme of this night. A part of me feels bad for the orphaned children. They are eighteen, but they lost everything. But it's only a part of me. A small one at that. The majority of me is laughing. My plan worked. It didn't play out as I thought it would, but it worked. What remains a mystery to me is what Clint and Natasha will do now. Surely they won't join S.H.I.E.L.D. The agency did nothing as their parents were killed, or murdered to them. What will they do now? A quite profound question if you think about it.
Oh no! The parents are all gone? Sadly, yes. What will Clint and Natasha do now? Thank you all for being patient with me and sticking with the story! I'm sorry for not posting a lot. These past few days have been hectic. Thank you for reading! I hope you liked the chapter :)