Chapter 4

It was around ten when Clint finally woke up, he got up and stumbled to his kitchen to turn on the coffee machine. For some reason if he did not have a job or if he did not have to pay attention, he could never fully wake up until he had several pots of coffee. He turned and saw his dog staring at him.

Coffee, coffee, coffee, coffee, dog, coffee, coffee, arrows, target, coffee. Clint thought as he continued to stare at the dog.

Human? Human, food, ball? Human!

The dog started to wag his tail as they continued to stare at one another.

Finally, the staring was interrupted as the coffee pot dinged, signaling that it was done. Clint reached for it and took a sip. He sighed in contentment as the hot liquid burned its way down his throat.

Once he had finished that part and put on another pot. He fed Lucky and made his way towards the living room. His apartment was a small loft located on the top floor of an old apartment building. It had a kitchen that was separated from the living room by an island counter/table. There was a closet in one corner next to the stairs while the bedroom was an open railing looking down on the rest of his home. With a small bathroom in the far corner.

He sat down on his old worn out but incredibly comfortable couch, as he sorted through the papers that were located there.

A year back Clint had had a job in Sokovia to break into HYDRA and steal some of their data for AIM. While he had been there he had found a teenage girl that was being experimented upon, she had had a twin brother but she was unsure if he was still alive.

Clint being the sucker that he was and the person who just seemed to attract strays, case and point Lucky, decided that he was going to help her get to the U.S. and have a better life.

Unfortunately, Clint decided the best way to do that would be by going through legal channels, that way Wanda would no longer have to worry about the police. But to get a kid through immigration customs, means he need to have a legitimate job and residence.

He had an apartment, that wasn't the problem. The problem was he couldn't exactly say his main source of income was from hired assassinations. Nor could it just be a landlord, but if he had another job as well then there probably wouldn't be a major issue.

Stupid laws, stupid HYDRA, and stupid teenagers. He buried his head in his arms, and yesterday's incident with Darcy reminded Clint why he never regretted not going to high school.

He shook his head as his thoughts once again drifted to the pretty brunette, he had a job and he doubted her family would be very eager to know that her school janitor was interested in her. Or that they were friends.

He frowned as he focused on his hands, kids were really cruel, almost worse than adults sometimes. They never knew when the line was drawn so they never knew when they crossed it until it was too late. Adults knew when the line was drawn, but they also knew what they were doing when they crossed it.

Shoving a claustrophobic kid into a locker was crossing the line.

Clint sincerely hoped that Darcy wouldn't be bothered anymore. He was shook out of his thoughts as he realized his dog was barking and he smelled the second pot of coffee burning. He cursed as rushed to turn it off, in the process he seemed to trip over Lucky five times, stubbed his toe twice, spill burnt coffee over his fingers and get drenched with water when he tried to cool his fingers down and he needed to fix his faucet.

All in all, it was a typical start of his daily routine in the morning.

Hello my lovelies! Sorry it took me so long to get this chapter done, I hope you enjoy it and sorry that is kind of short. Type to you later