Disclaimer: I do now own Star Wars or the Avengers. As previously stated this was just too cool a concept to let go of.
The younglings under Docent Vant continue to chatter on about the events of just this morning. It had been such a long time since anything even remotely exciting had happened! First Master Vant took them to the gardens, then Bant had gone for a quick swim only to be saved by a human child and finally they had been swept back to the crèche so that 'important matters' could be discussed with the Jedi Council. With so much excitement in just the first few hours after the bruised Coruscant dawn the rest of the day shall be either momentous or utterly boring. Everyone wishes for the former with all of their childish delight.
Bant herself simply refuses to be contained, "Well, well? What do you all think? Was it a prophecy or was he just another initiate talking big? He was so nice and warm! What do you think Obi?" Her dear friend Obi-wan Kenobi merely hums while looking into the middle distance. Unable to garner his attention Bant then turns to the crèche at large, "Well?! Doesn't anyone think anything about this?!"
Encouraged by the lack of adults shushing them and Bant's effervescent excitement the others begin to offer up simple opinions such as, "Well he is at the Temple, of course he aims to be a Jedi," "He was certainly warm compared to you, after all most humans are," "He is too small to be making prophecies right? Right? Do you think he could predict who my Master is gunna be?" "Can you believe that he just called himself a hero? How weird was that!" Yet despite the ever increasing chatter Bant's query had engendered she finds herself looking back to a space of calm beside her, despite everything Obi-wan remains contemplative.
Slowly, as if from far away, an answer falls into the world as if given grudgingly and only meant for her due to her enthusiasm, "I believe that he will be a storm that will blow through this temple and then further into the galaxy. His actions will quietly reverberate through the lives of those he touches, whether for the Dark or the Light, he is a tool of the Force." Solemnly Obi-wan looks back at her and can only wonder at just what that had been. But before anything could be questioned further the rooms goes silent with the opening door.
Master Docent Vant has returned with the very same boy she had left with. "Everyone? Give me your attention please. This is Clint Barton and as of today he will be joining our clan." Each of the younglings look over their newest and final member as he stood smiling back at them. Finally Bant chooses to take initiative and moves forward first.
"I am Bant and thanks again for saving me before! Welcome to the Gentle Waves Clan,Clint!"
Author's Note:
Soooo I am honestly impressed that I kept getting likes and watches despite not really even touching my Fanfiction account in like two years? I am so happy that other people are as interested in this concept as me! For those of you who have been waiting I present you with another chapter. For those of you that're new I hope you like my writing. I recently joined NaNoWriMo and they keep sending me emails so I got inspired again. Let's see how long it lasts!
Also if anyone knows the actual name of Obi-wan Kenobi's Youngling Clan I would love to know. His official bio doesn't include it.