A/N – And here is chapter 2! OMG GUYS IM SOOO SORRY I TOOK FOREVER TO UPDATE! I started writing this when I finished chapter 1 but then I had to pack my house up, as were moving and that got in the way of this, then the place were staying at till we move (3rd October!) has no Wi-Fi…. Or 3g so I can't put hotspot on from my phone to upload from and yeah… so this is long over due! Sooo! I'm going to treat you guys to 2 chapters in 2 days, I hope. If the internet decides to play ball and let me upload for once… *hint hint internet to work* J is that a good enough sorry? And I'm British… so if any states and stuff are off I mega apologize it's out of my area: P

also I realised that I didn't say what time the last chapter was set at during the day, it is in the night so about 10/11pm at night and this chapter is about 3am (this is a fan fiction so weird stuff and things that wouldn't normally be running at that time are happening.

3rd October 2002 (early morning)

After spending the past 3 and a half hours, getting out of the area of New York City, Clint was greeted with the glorious sight of a very run down, but still in use, train station, seeing that is was just the drunk, people that didn't want to be seen and other shifty characters like him that's were there, he decided it was a good place to get across and into Pennsylvania, since after walking and running for a while he was onto the very outskirts of new York in Port Jervis, but needed to put more of a gap between him and the stalker that was yet to be named.

Seeing that a train was just coming to a halt, after waiting a few minutes, Clint walked onto the platform, acting casual, but not overly casual, Slidding through the doors of the train before it pulled away from the station, walking towards the back of the train and sitting with his back to the wall, keeping his eyes on both the surroundings inside the train and the surroundings outside.

After about 35 minutes on the train, the conductor started making his rounds of checking tickets or collecting money from people, realising his pockets were empty (as always) and he didn't have a ticket Clint decided where ever the next stop was, it was going to be his, Luckily the next stop was only about 2 minutes away. Clint went into the toilets and waited until he heard the conductor walk past and through the doors into the next carriage before emerging just before the train came to a halt, deciding it was time to get off as this stop was rather busy, the conductor was sure to check tickets again, he jumped of the train with his bag in his hand, putting one of the straps of his bag over a shoulder, Clint sped up his walk, he wasn't as far into Pennsylvania as he would of liked but he could make up ground on foot, Looking at the sign that he saw, he saw that that he was in a very populated part of Pennsylvania, deciding that the population was good and bad, good in the way that he would have a lot of cover of people, but bad because the stalker could hide as well, he decided he would find a motel to sleep in tonight, well, stay in, Clint highly doubted he would get any good sleep at all in an unfamiliar place, especially when he was on edge like he was.

After about 25 minutes of walking Clint managed to find a little motel, it wasn't very good looking, the walls were a sort of moldy brown from the wood rotting and the paint chipping off, the window panes clearly were falling off, but it looked cheap, and it looked like he could go unnoticed easily here.

Sliding in easily through the door that was barely hanging onto its hinges, He spotted an elderly man stood behind the desk looking down at what appeared to be a tattered old book resting on the dirty desk, his hair was greasy beyond belief, his glasses were broken at the nose and he didn't look the cleanest person in the world, but, it was someone who could give him a key to a room.

Walking casually up to the, as he guessed, reception desk, he explained to the man he would be paying for the room upon his departure the following later morning, and just like that the 'manager' as he assumed slid him a key that looked like it should work…

"Thanks." And with that Clint was off up the corridor which he assumed his room would be on.

After a few minutes of searching up 1 flight of stairs, along a dirty balcony style corridor, and past several rooms that made him realise that this place really was never looked after, He arrived at room 128, His room.

All he had to hope was that the stalker hadn't caught onto him and followed him to Philadelphia via Port Jervis, if he had then…. Clint may as well have just stuck the bounty price on his head and see who shot him first….

Throwing his jacket onto the tatty chair provided, Clint moved over to the bathroom and looked at his head 'injury', that he had received in his moment of 'of course ill make it' when he failed at the whole jump from roof to roof of buildings, there, seeing it was fine, he let his hair flop back onto of it. Scrubbing a hand through his hair, Clint heavily sighed, how had he even got onto this road?! Killing people, running… Constantly from his death, being on god knows how many people and organizations shit lists…

"Fucking fuckity fuck fuckers fuck balls." Clint groaned "Why couldn't I have just stayed where I was 10 years ago and not gotten into this bloody mess!"

The truth was, when your parents died when you were 6, and you grew up in a circus after running from the orphanage, your life was bound to go down one shitty road or another. It just so happened the road Clint's life went down involved a lot more crap in 16 years that an average human has had in their whole life...

Scrubbing his hands across his face in anger, Clint walked over to the bed and promptly collapsed on top of it, rolling over so he wasn't lying on his hands but rather on his back, Clint realised hadn't actually slept in several days, and yet, no matter how much sleep wanted him to allow It to come, he knew he couldn't let sleep claim him, in the fear that the stalker may find him and if Clint was asleep he may take longer to react and in a fight, every second was precious, miss one second and you could lose your life.

After a few hours of pacing the room, groaning, talking to himself, and collapsing back on the bed, sleep finally over ruled the signals from his brain to not fall asleep, but of course this wouldn't be a good sleep. No. Of course not, because when you're not comfortable with the current situation and have a creepy stalker dude following your every move with most likely a whole army of even more pissed off people behind him, then of course sleep wouldn't be nice, it would be torture for your own should and mind delivered by none other than yourself, filled with your darkest and most treacherous memory's, memory's your would have loved to have forgotten long ago and would give anything to pray they just none other than figments of your imagination, not real events that had happened, the sort of events that to average people would be un comprehendible as anything that a human would do to another but, this is Clint Barton, and everything that he does and happens to him is out of the ordinary and the normal for him, is the Unthinkable for another normal human that lives the cushy pillow life with food on their tables and money in their pockets and fresh clothes on their backs, not starved for days, not a dollar to his name and bloody, dirty, grimy clothes Clint Barton. No. Of course tonight's sleep would bring back all those terrors he longed to forget and never see again, but not only would they be memories of how things could have been and what he never had, no.

They would also be memories of the Red in his ledger, the innocents he had killed just for a bit of money that was always spent so fast he never even saw it.

Because after all, when you're just an orphaned carnie with no education life is bound to be mean to you and the roads you go down.

A/N – So I'm not sure where that end to this chapter came from…. It just sort of wrote it self, one minute I was typing normality, the next that comes out… hmm. So maybe a double choca mocha and mushroom and chicken pot noodle while writing this chapter does something to my brain eh?

But tomorrow as I am promising I will be uploading Chapter 3

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~ LostHawk

Oh and AGENTS OF S.H.I.E.L.D. IT WAS AMAZING! And yes in in England and yes I watched it…. I have my ways :P I just couldn't hold till Thursday :P

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