Author's Note: Hey guys! This is a preview of what Chapter One Might look like! Let me know how it looks! Also, there is reference to Captain America 2: Winter Soldier, so if you have not seen it yet and you don't want spoilers….WARNING!
My alarm went off, waking me up early on a Tuesday Morning and having me rub my eyes, pushing the auburn hair from my eyes and roll out of bed. Reaching above my head I stretched, my bones popping in the right places and having me smile from the good sleep I had. The window that I was facing gave me the incredible view of Central Park, seeing the sun peaking over the trees and tinting the entire park with orange.
I got up from the bed, walking over to the window with my tank top on and racing shorts on as well, putting my hair in a messy bun and walking across the hardwood floor and thinking to myself. We've had this apartment for about a few years now, almost 6 years since I was involved with a battle in New York and almost died.
6 years…it felt like yesterday.
Then again, I got married and became a mother within those 6 years, and I never once looked back and saw mistakes. For 2 out those years I was out from my old job to be a mother, then again the old job I now have once again was pretty dangerous.
An Avenger.
Luckily, I had a husband who was almost in the same boat as me when it came to being off the grid and hiding out for the sake of a new adventure. My husband, Clint Barton, also worked for S.H.I.E.L.D. and the Avengers. We both met through the Avengers, and who knew that we could fall in love under those circumstances. He was stubborn, introverted, bold, a fierce fighter, over protective, and I loved every single part of him. Thankfully he loved all of my flaws and traits as well: stubborn, bullheaded, intelligent, emotional, and fierce. Now that S.H.I.E.L.D. was dead and buried thanks to the HYDRA incident in Washington, we both were still on good graces with the Avengers and were helping out in anyway possible with smaller missions.
Our married life was far from normal, since we both were agents and still working for Nick Fury, going on assignments and sticking to our trades. Clint was more of the field agent, while I was still hacking and helping from the carriers. I never stopped hacking since the birth of my son, whether it was from Avenger headquarters at Stark Tower, or on a carrier way up in the clouds. I was known for my hacking skills, which was what got me into the Avengers in the first place.
I was recruited for the mere sake of being protected from Johann Schmitt, who wanted my brain and my ability for his own devices. The Avengers had a obligation to make sure I wasn't going to be taken from him, and Hawkeye was assigned as my personal body guard. Low and behold, through that process of working with the Avengers and almost getting killed so many times, I became a member of the group and also falling for the archer or the group.
Falling in love was never in the cards for me, and I never thought I would fall in love with someone, let alone a assassin. BUt Clint did come out of nowhere, when I wasn't looking for love, only for my survival. So him loving me was really his way of saving my life.
Walking out of the bedroom and down the hallway, I could breathe in the smell of breakfast being made and the skillet on the stove sizzling away. The living room and kitchen were combined, white walls with random art and collective articles on the walls to give it color. We had a maroon couch and love seat with a medium sized flat screen on the wall. The kitchen was modern with granite tops and counters, along with sleek appliances and gadgets. In fact, half of the gadgets came from being in the Avengers, and for having Tony Stark as a friend and ally.
"Hey buddy, you want pancakes?" I heard in the kitchen, having me hear the voice of my husband as I walked down the hallway, seeing the light of the morning hit the open kitchen and living room area. I then heard giggling, the giggling of my son and my own face broke into a grin as I walked out into the open room. I looked to my right, seeing the two people in my life who I loved more than anything.
Clint and Ethan.
Ethan was sitting in bis booster chair at the table, a child plate in front of him and he was watching his father flip pancakes and laughed when one almost fell out of the pan. I stopped in my tracks, leaning against the wall and folding my arms in front of me. There was a few seconds of me watching my husband's back to me, placing the breakfast on a plate and turning off the stove. A bigger smile was on my face as my eyes followed him to our son, a big grin on his face as he placed a smaller pancake on Ethan's plate.
Clint Barton. My husband.
He was still handsome, after years of being married. We were still young and reckless together when it came to our love, finding alone time together and never letting the flame flicker out. He was in fact a hopeless romantic, which you would of never guessed looking at him when you first meet. In fact, he scared me when I first met him, but after having his walls fall around him, I saw him as a softie and a emotional man. His eyes, still bright and filled with precision, was something our son inherited. Clint might of aged a few years, but he was still beautiful in my eyes. He saw the same in me, though I was more curvy thanks to my pregnancy with Ethan. I still stayed in shape, although I now had bigger hips and a bigger chest to boot.
"Thank you daddy." Ethan said aloud, having me see the back of his head from where I was. He had wavy hair, mixed in brown and auburn, and it was past his ears at that point. I watched as his toddler fingers grabbed the fork and stabbed it in the pancake, trying to bite it. I grinned, Ethan was always the independent who wanted to do it himself. Clint chuckled form his spot next to his son, grabbing his own fork and knife.
"Let me help you." He said aloud, cutting it in smaller pieces as I looked from my two boys to the view our main room had over the city. It was peaceful, having me loose my train of thought and think back to a moment of when I was here on my own for the first time some years ago. Back when I was with the Avengers and I almost got killed from Norman Osbourn. It was a harsh memory, having me see how it made me turn from a girl to a woman.
"Hey look who's awake!" I heard from far off, having me look back at Clint and Ethan. I saw Clint looking right at me, a big grin on his face, and Ethan moving his head around to see me in his booster chair. I saw his face, a perfect face for a 5 year old child. His had big cheeks, his nose that he got from me and his smile that was from his father.
"Mommy!" He said aloud, his voice was playful and excited. I walked over, smiling from ear to ear and stood behind Ethan. I tickled his sides and kissed his head, hearing him giggle and squirm as I smiled against his hair, breathing in the toddler scent he had.
"Good morning my little gem." I said into his hair, hearing him laugh as I moved from him to my husband, seeing him stand up straight and wrap his arms around my waist, pulling me close to him and kissed me on the lips. Every kiss we have shared, whether it was small and simple, or lustful and passionate, was just as beautiful as our first kiss. I sighed against his lips as I wrapped my arms around his neck and dug some of my fingers in his hair. He pulled away, a big grin on his face as we stood there in each other's arms.
"Good morning Mrs. Barton." He said in a light tone, having me give him a smaller kiss on his lips.
"Good morning, sexy husband of mine." I said to him in a grin, 'What's with the breakfast so early?"
"Ethan was already up and I didn't want to wake you, so I decided to make breakfast and have you sleep in for a little bit before we drop Squirt off at daycare." Clint explained to me, having me grin and see Ethan look at the both of us, covering his eyes and sticking me tongue out.
"Eeewwww, no more kissing mommy and daddy!" Ethan said in a groan as I giggled from my spot, feeling Clint steal a kiss on my neck.
"You like it when I kiss you though." I said to him, seeing his eyes behind his hiding fingers and a small smile on his face. He shook his head and ate some more of his pancakes as I looked back to my husband.
"We ready for the assignment today?" I asked him aloud as we both sat down side by side at the table.
"I am yes. Hopefully this is a quick job." Clint said aloud as he got my plate ready and we both ate together, "Fury thinks this a get in and get out kind of deal. We shouldn't be taking that long."
"Have you heard from Steve?" I asked him aloud, seeing him pause while he was eating. Steve Rogers, our friend who happened to be Captain America, saved the world a little while back with the help of Fury, Agent Hill, Widow and a new agent Sam Wilson from HYDRA, a secret organization that was in fact affiliated with Schmit. Captain America was too involved, since his old friend from WWII named Bucky Barnes, was in fact still young and alive and working for HYDRA after being brainwashed. Now that the ordeal was over, Steve went off to find Bucky and get him back on good terms. I was concerned about him, not knowing if he was ever going to come back. He was loyal to the Avengers, I knew that for certain, but there was a part of me that thought he was lost looking for his friend.
"Not yet, it's been a few months." Clint said to me in a lower tone and I looked down at my own food, not saying a word or two. I felt terrible for Steve, seeing what all happened to him with this Winter Soldier and HYDRA, and how he was almost lost in himself from what happened.
"Hey, Emily." Clint said aloud, having me look over at him and see a small smile on his face.
"He's going to be okay, you have to trust him." He said to me, his same tone of voice he would use with me when we were on missions in the past. It was odd now, now that there was no more S.H.I.E.L.D. for us to work for. But that voice was still a stable foundation for me to fall back on when I was shaken. I smiled at him, nodding my head and knowing that it was true.
"And maybe tonight, we can grab food with Squirt here, some take out." Clint said in a suggestive tone, raising his voice for Ethan to hear. I looked at our son, seeing him swallow a bite from his plate and nod his head in a vigorous pace.
"Can we please!" He asked aloud in a pleading tone. I grinned as I took another bite from my own plate and nodded my head, rubbing his hair with my fingers in a soothing tone.
"That we can, but we should we get to eat?" I asked in a puzzling tone, playing along with Clint as he thought to himself. It was harsh that we would tease him, but it was more for playful banter.
"Pizza!" Ethan said aloud, having both Clint and I look down at him and seeing him use his big blue orbs to try and convince us. I smirked, knowing that he got this from me whenever I would use it on Clint. I rolled my eyes.
"Pizza it is." I said aloud, hearing Ethan laugh and take another bite from his pancake as I heard the phone ringing at the counter. I got up, kissing Ethan's hair while I was walking over, hearing Clint and Ethan talk about what Ethan was doing at daycare.
"Shapes! I learned what a star is and where it comes from!" Ethan said aloud as I picked up the phone.
"Barton residence." I said aloud, leaning against the counter and watching my husband and son talk together.
"Clover, it's Stark." I heard on the other line, having me grin hearing his voice once more. No matter the countless times he would make me groan in frustration with his playboy antics and big ego, he was a dear friend of mine since I joined the Avengers.
"Ah, Tony! Good to hear from you. As I recall you are overdue on a playmate with my son." I said loud enough for both of my boys to look at me.
"Uncle Tony!" Ethan yelled, glee in his tone as I laughed.
"Tell the little guy I say hello." Tony said in a lighter tone, having me look over at my son.
"He says hello." I said to him, seeing his face light up as I went back to focusing on the phone.
"How is the little Hawk these days? Still running around?" Tony asked me as I moved into the kitchen, sitting on the counter.
"He's doing good. Why the early call? You're the sleeping in type as I remember." I said to him aloud.
"I need you and Barton." I froze in my spot, the tone in his voice showed that something was up. I looked over my shoulder, seeing Clint watch me from me spot next to my son. I raised my eyebrow at him once, signaling him to come over. Clint got up and kissed our son's head.
"Keep eating buddy. I'm going to talk to your mother and Uncle Tony. Eat your apples." Clint said to him as he walked over, having me place the phone on speaker as Clinton stood in front of me, resting his hands on my knees.
"Did something happen?" I asked aloud into the receiver.
"I'm in need of your hacking assistance, and your husband's eyes." Tony explained aloud, "I have a bad feeling about the Captain." I looked from the phone to Clint, having him look at me with the same confusion on his face.
"What kind of bad feeling, like a hunch?" Clint asked aloud.
"More like a dangerous feeling. Ever since S.H.I.E.L.D. went down after the Washington incident, Fury has been off the map along with Widow, and Captain's been God knows where looking for the Winter Soldier. I wanna know where he is." Tony said aloud, having me sigh and rub my eyes with my spare hand.
"He's fine, Tony. You know how he is: he's not going to stop until he finds him. And the Captain's indestructible, I'm pretty sure he can take on a tank with his bare hands." I reassured him, feeling Clint rub my legs in support as he looked at me.
"No, theres something else going on. He would't leave unless he said something to us, even Widow. I just think we should find him ourselves." Tony explained to me some more. I was just as worried as he was, which was a first since Tony and the Captain were co-leaders of the Avengers and they would butt heads. But I knew that he was strong and able to handle himself. I looked at Clint, wondering what he was thinking.
"You think he still has a tracker on him?" Clint asked aloud, having me sit up a bit more. I have forgotten, how he would have a tracker somewhere on his body, whether in clothing or shoes or even under his skin.
"I am convinced, which is why I need you and your wife as soon as you can drop off Baby Hawk and come by." Tony said aloud. I looked from my husband to my son, whom was eating the apples on his plate and taking a small sip from his milk. If we were going to do some hunting on the Captain, that would mean that we would be at risk with another enemy, which also meant Ethan would be at risk. I feared for him, not knowing if he even understood what his parents were and what they did in the past. I sighed and nodded my head.
"We'll be there in 30." I said to Tony, hanging up the phone and placing it back on the counter. I looked back at Clint, seeing him wrap his arms around me and coming between my legs with his body. He kissed me lightly, showing his support with the stress I had on my face. I kissed him back and we both stared at each other.
"Change of plans eh?" He asked me aloud, rubbing my back in a soothing manner and I grinned. Even though we had no clue what was going to happen, we both were a team. Whether it was as agents, members of the Avengers, or parents and lovers, we were in this for the long hall together.
"Change of plans."
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