Clint Barton (HawkEye)

Setting: Post Avenger's Movie

Unexpected

Summary: He hadn't expected to find her, to be drawn in by her, to want her. Yet he knew that it was always best to expect the unexpected. He just didn't expect it to end like this.

He hadn't expected to fall in love again, once Natasha broke it off between them, he vowed to be done with love, he didn't want it, need it, or even like it. He threw himself into his work and his ever constant search for someone to take his place with the bow when his time came by checking out archery ranges all around the world, looking for the Robin to go with his Batman.

Sadly, archery was a dying art, and only a few countries even offered it in their schools, even fewer actually had archery ranges.

Luckily, Japan still did, though he didn't go lurk around schools to survey their archery teams, he showed up at the tournaments. Finding a few people of note, yet no one that really called to him. It was then he turned his eyes to the various archery ranges that littered Japan, and it was there that he first saw her.

He hadn't meant to find her, only taking notice of her after she was praised for her skills at the archery range he often frequented. She stood posed, almost perfectly, her eyes narrowed in concentration as she gazed at the target. She let the arrow fly, it raced towards the target and she stared at it as if willing it to hit the center.

It did. As did the next one and the next one.

She looked generally surprised when she had run out of arrows, her hand fishing in the quiver. Looking for another one and blushed as the younger girls flocked around her, praising her. She eagerly helped them with their own aim, puttering about the range giving a few tips here and there. She herself claimed not to be that good, but wanted to help those that came to her.

He hadn't intended to talk to her, just giving her tips on how to improve her aim ever so slightly. She had taken his offer up excitedly, admitting she had watched him as he practiced and was in awe at his marksmanship. He preened under the praise, but quickly got down to business. She had soaked up his instructions like a sponge did water, taking them in and adjusting her technique ever so slightly. She was a quick learner and had boundless potential.

He didn't expect that one little brief lesson to become a weekly ritual and for her to be so taken with his instructions to ask to meet more the once a week. It was with a sense of pride he had agreed to meet her weekly, exchanging numbers should anything come up. Though she didn't know what he did for a living, she still understood.

She herself was a shrine keeper, which was why she had taken up the bow in the first place. She had fallen in love with the bow and arrow the first time she had fired one, and so her hobby had been born and almost perfected.

He hadn't excepted their friendship to grow, they now met outside the archery range by going to small cafes for coffee and just talking and just enjoyed each other's company, occasional bickering over the modern compound box versus her favorite, the traditional wooden bow.

He hadn't meant to notice the way she made contact with those she was talking to, a small touch on the hand, a bump of the hip. The way her blue eyes would light up, looking a shade lighter than normal, when their bickering became a debate. The way she fiddled with her hair when she was nervous, often shoving a silken lock of black hair behind her ear. The way she got embarrassed, flushing red whenever Tony teased her about something or another.

Said man had become curious as to why he frequented Japan and had followed him one day. Luckily, the man hadn't spilled the beans to her, if he had, Fury would have been furious. Instead, he made up some lie about him working as security for Stark Industries, even going so far as to offer the young woman a job if she ever made it over to his side of the lake.

She had smiled, a light blush on her face as she nodded her head, promising to keep that in mind. At the time she was working for Taisho Corps, a big surprise to him, and doubted her boss would like it if she jumped ship to a rival company. Tony took it with a grain of salt, not used to being told no, but made no more fuss.

He hadn't meant to kiss her after a bout of drinking, a new ritual that spawned out of both of them over worked. He had been assigned more work from Fury and she had been vague about it, but her boss had found out about Tony's offer and doubled her work load. They no longer had time to meet during the week and only met on Saturday's, she still had no idea he didn't live in Japan, but made the hour's long trip just to see her.

He sure as hell didn't expect her to kiss him back, her body pressing into his as he rested his hands on her hips. Pulling her ever closer as she wrapped her arms around his neck, her mouth opening to his probing tongue. He was even more shocked as they left the bar, her under his arm, cuddling to his side, giggling as she invited him to her home. He followed her like a lost puppy, a large grin on his face as she fumbled with the keys to her house, his hands distracting her.

The door flew open, almost banging against the wall, as she lead him up to her room, kisses and caresses exchanged the whole way, making it hard to not trip. They tumbled onto her bed in a mass of limbs and lips. His name tumbling form her red bruised lips, her hands raking down his back as they finally became one.

He certainly wasn't complaining.