The next time I saw the man was a week later. I was back on the rooftop, thinking, when he came and sat next to me.

"Hey Raven." He said looking at me with a smile.

"Hi... Ummmmm I never learned your name." I mentioned looking at him.

Laughing, he answered, "Clint. My name is Clint. Now what are you doing here this early? I would think you would be here for the sunset."

I shrugged, "I don't want a repeat of last time."

"Ah," He nodded. "so how have you been?" He asked, genuine curiosity in his eyes and voice. That surprised me most people don't really care when they ask that.

"I've been fine." I replied, settling back for a conversation.

And so it went. Over the next few weeks, we would meet on the rooftop at three. I would go everyday, some days he would come and others not. That was fine with me. I didn't expect him to come at all, let alone every day. Some days when he would come, he would take me to a diner to get something to eat. It was very kind of him to do so, and he didn't have to. I told him this once and he just laughed and said,

"Of course I do!" I smiled slightly and went back to my food. When I glanced up at him he had his ridiculous grin on his face and I shook my head and looked down again. He would teach me these so called 'games'. You know, how to tell a tail, how to lose said tail, stuff like that. One day he taught me pickpocketing. When I asked him why, he simply said that I never knew when it would be useful. I rolled my eyes and went back to trying to take the candy from his pocket.

I started to smile more, and the girls at the home said that I was nicer. I rolled my eyes at that. I wasn't nicer, I just didn't frown as much. I didn't even talk to them all that often, spending a lot of my time out of the house.

Then, for a week, he didn't show up. At first, I thought nothing of it. Maybe he was busy. But by Wednesday, I was worried. By Sunday, I was a wreck. I had snapped at everyone in the home at least once. They didn't even do anything wrong.

That was the day he showed up again. As soon as he sat down next to me, I tackled him in a hug. Surprised, he hugged me back.

"Hey, Hey, What's wrong?" He said in a soothing voice, rubbing circles in my back.

"I was worried about you," I said attempting to hold back tears. "A week. No note, no word, nothing!" He laughed causing me to glare up at him.

"Sorry 'bout that Rae, It was a sudden business trip. I only found out like an hour before I left. I didn't have a chance to let you know." He explained hugging me closer.

I nodded, he hadn't told me much about his work, only saying that it was government work. As a sorry for making me worry, Clint decided to take me out to eat and some ice cream. We went to the usual diner to eat. It was after that something interesting happened, we were in the ice cream shop waiting for our delicious dessert when a voice called out behind us.

"Awwww is Birdie getting some ice cream?" At this, Clint turned around, placing a hand on my shoulder.

"What of it Stark?" He said to the man. He had short, dark brown hair, sunglasses, and a goatee. He looked like someone who didn't care what others thought.

'Did he say Stark? As in Iron Man? They know each other?' I thought to myself, looking at the two banter with each other.

"Oh, nothing Barton. Who's that cutie beside you? Got a secret kid we don't know about?" He said, waggling his eyebrows. Clint looked at Stark with an annoyed look, making me chuckle.

"So what if she is?" My head snapped to look at the man I had began to see as a father figure. He just smiled down at me in return.

"Nothing. Just curious as to why we've never met her and why she doesn't live in the tower with us." He said feigning uninterest.

Things were starting to fall in place in my mind. He had a bow on his back when we first met, government job, 'friends' with Stark, and lives at the Avengers tower. I was stupid for not noticing before, Clint was Hawkeye! I was interrupted from my thoughts by the lady handing me our ice cream. I took them and handed Clint his while taking a bite of mine. Leaning over, he took a bite of mine. I looked at him in disbelief.

He shrugged and said, "Tax" With a smile. I rolled my eyes and looked out the window. It was a bit darker out. Grabbing Clint's wrist, I looked at his watch.

"Shit!" I exclaimed.

"Rae…" He warned.

"Sorry, but look at the time!" I said hurriedly.

"Shit!" He exclaimed. "Sorry Tony, gotta go. If I don't get Rae home soon, there will be hell to pay." Taking my hand, Clint walked to the door.

"That's an understatement." I muttered, following behind him. As we were walking down the street I looked at Clint and asked, "What was that about?" He shrugged and I looked at him incredulously. "And why didn't you tell me you were Hawkeye?" I asked in a whisper. Again, he shrugged.

"I didn't want to be known as the superhero for once." He stated. I nodded, It made sense.

"Fine. I guess I forgive you… again," I said with a smile. He laughed and we continued back to the orphanage, this time before dark. Before I went in the house, I turned and gave him a hug, muttering in his chest, "Thank you for today, I had fun." He hugged me back tightly.

"I had fun too kiddo. Have a good night. I'll see you tomorrow, ok?" He said pulling away from the hug, a smile on his face. I smiled, nodded, and began walking into the house.