A/N – Well I did tell ya I would be updating ;) and I know the chapters are short right now, they will get longer soon, just got to wait a bit, (Till the good stuff happens) and I'm sorry last chapter sucked, but I am so eager to get to the part I want to of this story (the whole reason I'm writing this) so when I am at and past that bit I swear the chapters will be A LOT longer….

Oh and Italics means that it is the past (memory's or flashbacks etc. etc. etcetera)

17th July 1998

"Should 'a known better little bro. shouldn't a gone shoving your nose into other people business." Barney sneered at Clint lying on the ground battered at bruised, Blood trickling from his nose and split lip.

"Barney you were stealing from Carson! You can't do that! It's wrong! What did Carson do to you?" Clint wheezed, staring up to his older brother towering over him, the fair stinging the cuts on his face as the droplets of rain landed on them.

"He aint paying us enough to get what we need, Greedy bastard got nearly 200 bucks here, Not sharing it out to those who actually do just rather than sit on their lazy asses all day pretending to do stuff when he is really just havin' a fag." Barney said spitting on the floor to his right after finishing it.

"Bu..." Clint attempted to say something but was cut off briskly by Barney

"But nothing! Either you join us and help us get more money and stuff and leave with us, or" Out of who knows where a Knife was produced and Barney began twirling it in his hands, "This knife won't be in my hand for much longer" Barney ended with a devilish sneer on his face, as if trying to emphasise his point and what he would do if Clint didn't obey.

Of course Clint would obey, I mean, of course he was loyal to his brother and listened to everything and did everything he was told to, he was a good little boy like that you see.

"Barney! I can't do this with you! What you're doing is wrong! I'm not helping you, your turning into him with all this evil you're doing! You're stealing and drinking and smoking, just like HIM!" Clint Cried staring up at his brother, pleading looks in his eyes, begging his brother to stop.

Of course Clint wouldn't Obey, I mean Of course he knew what barney was doing was wrong and would not listen or do anything he was told to did, He wasn't a good little boy like that you see, Clint realised right then, Any one you care for would just turn on you, Nobody could be let close and trusted to any degree.

"Have it your way pest" Barney devilishly said before he thrust the knife forward and into Clint's abdomen, and with that Barney turned and left, leaving his brother bleeding out at the side of a road in the pouring rain in a ditch.

What Barney didn't see was the look of betrayal that was in Clint's eyes as he clutched his side and curled in on himself, holding with his other free hand the knife protruding out of his abdomen.

With a start Clint jerked up from his curled up position in his bed, clutching his side and an imaginary knife, his skin was coated in a sheen of sweat, that particular nightmare was one that struck home hard. The night he realized his brother really didn't like let alone love him. Heck, he didn't even tolerate him, so much so, he actually had to go stab his own brother to get him to stop being a 'pest'.

"Knew I wouldn't get a decent few hours of sleep." Rolling over so he could see the clock on the creaky bedside table, realizing it was only 4:22am and assuming it was right, Clint got up and went into the bath room to wash himself of the layer of sweat that had accumulated on him body from that particular memory.

10 minutes later Clint stepped out of the shower and grabbed the towel on the makeshift towel rail that was there, despite the shower being stuck between Cold and Luke warm, it did its job in getting the sweat off of him and letting his clean himself overall.

Using the towel to dry his body and then his hair, Clint picked up his clothes from the floor and walked into the room and looked through his bag where he had abandoned it near the door a few hours prior, Pulling out the clothes that the other day were soaked through, realizing they were still slightly damp but not horribly, he pulled on his other pair of boxers, then his tatty sorry excuse for socks that were covered in stains, holes, and patches where there fabric was rubbing away. Grabbing his grey T-shirt he slid it on over his head, then grabbed his black sweat pants and shoved them on with more force than was strictly necessary. Looking around the room, Clint sighted his trainers were near the bathroom, 'When had I put them there?' Clint thought, eh never mind at least they weren't lost right? Grabbing his trainers, he shoved them on his feet, shoving his other clothes into his bag he slung his bag off his back.

Opening the overly creaky door Clint made sure to shut it quietly since it had an overly large obsession with making as much noise as it was possible when it was best if it was quite especially when he needed to leave without being heard nor seen… Since he was only on the 2nd floor, Clint jumped over the barrier landing on the other side, feet braced between the gaps, turning his head over his shoulder he saw he had a clear shot at a jump down, turning the rest of his body around on the barrier, pushing off the barrier he bent his knees as they came into contact with the ground, then tucked his entire body into a roll to allow the rest of his momentum to wear off, coming up from the roll onto his feet, he took off at a brisk walk, nobody had seen him, well as far as he was aware off, so there was no need to worry at this given moment.

Sensing his phone vibrating next to him, the man rolled onto his side, no this bed was not comfy so being awoken at 4:10am was not that much of an issue since he wasn't even in that great of a sleep anyway. Grabbing the phone off the table and seeing who it was calling, he hit the answer button and answered with a sharp "Sir?"

"Coulson, judging by what you told me yesterday about this kid's skill, I have a new proposition for you." The man ended with a light chuckle at the end.

"And what is this proposition sir?" Coulson questioned, what was this man playing at?

"Bring him in" and with that the man cut the phone of leaving Coulson sputtering down the phone, Bring him in?! The kid was a trained killer! He would try murderer half of his colleagues before he even got through the front doors!

"Fury. What are you playing at?" Coulson questioned into thin air as if his boss was really there in the room with him…

Deciding he neither was going to get more rest, Coulson went and slipped on one of his favourite suits, a grey suit with white shirt and a red tie, all tied together with dress shoes. Picking up his briefcase that seemed to have no end to what could fit inside it, he put his sweats and t-shirt inside it, and pulled out his tooth brush, since he had only showered 3 hours previous, he didn't see reason in putting his body through the torture of the cold showers again…

After he had finished getting ready, he put his stuff away and stowed his phone away in his pocket, picking up the keys to the room and picking up his case on the way to the door, he opened the door, closing it behind him and locking it, Walking down the corridor and down the stairs, he dropped the keys back of at the reception and threw a few bills onto the desk with them as payment, as he walked out of the front door he saw someone land on the floor below the balcony style corridor, after a few moments he caught wind of who it was that was there, luckily for him, It was none other than the one Clinton Francis Barton he had been tracking, at least now he had seen him so could follow him from here to try corner him again, just hopefully this time no ladders he could jump up…. Hopefully he could get close enough this time, only difference this time was that he had a proposition to make though... Why did fury think a killer could be turned into an Agent! He was mad! That's why.

Scrubbing a hand through his hair, he waited a few moments before the target had walked out of the lot that the cheap crappy (almost derelict) motel had been situated on, then once he had left the lot, Coulson began his pursuit, brief case in one hand, other hand holding his phone that had now managed to find its way from his pocket into his hand.

His last thought before he began his pursuit of Barton was 'Well this outta be fun…' and with that, Coulson walked out of the lot into the dimly lit streets.

A/N – I soooo wanted to do this as a huge chapter and begin the big chapters but, I decided ill hold the action for a chapter ;) so next chapter will be finally some decent action (or so I hope!)

Sorry took a few extra hours to upload, one of my horses decided it was time to injure herself…. So had to get vet out… eugh…. Hello bills….

And yeah, so next update will hopefully be tomorrow but if not tomorrow maybe Saturday or latest Monday… I don't have internet where I am staying but yes… Monday will probs be last update till the Friday of that week (7th October)

Let me know what you think J and I decided to reveal stalker now as people had guessed it and I was getting muddled up a lot when I was saying "Stalker". Hehe.

~ LostHawk

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