A/N – I don't think I can explain this massive absence… other than I didn't know how I wanted this to go… so really writers block… I promise I know where to go from here, and this story took a massive change from the start from how I intended it to go…

Disclaimer – I don't own any of the characters except the OC's. Nor do I own Marvel (if I did there would be a Hawkeye movie in the works and more Hawkeye in every marvel movie….)

Grabbing his hood from his jacket, he flipped it over his head, and stowed his hands into his pockets, ever so slightly tucking his head down, Yes he may be in the most run down town on earth and off the radar for sure, but that didn't mean that the many people and companies that wanted his head wouldn't catch wind of him. 'Really….' Clint thought 'Out of all the people in the world, I was the one chosen for the life from hell…' Shaking his head, Clint turned a quick glance over his shoulder just to make sure there wasn't anybody following, If it wasn't for Clint's Above average eyesight he wouldn't of seen it, but since his eyes were better than any standard humans he saw it, about 35 metres behind him, trying (and failing really) to hide behind a bush, was none other than the bloody stalker of his, 'Really, does this guy not have better things to do with his time than stalk me?' shaking his head again, Clint gave the famous one fingered salute to where he knew the creep was hiding. Turning his head back around, Clint took his hands out of his pockets and took off at a light jog, luckily for him he not only had above average eye sight, but also bloody good stamina.

After several minutes of jogging Clint found himself near a town, a bit more built up than the previous town, several shops were on the right while on left were several apartment complexes, a few alley ways (brilliant…) and god knows how many dumpsters (more things for him to hurt himself on… joys) slowing down to a walk Clint allowed himself to catch his breath, stealing himself a quick glance behind him he saw that there was nobody behind him for a fair way, slipping into the next alley he slid down the wall hidden enough from view but also gave him an escape route if the ladder was as accessible as it appeared.

It was only for a moment, only for a few seconds did he close his eyes, yet when he woke up there were footsteps approaching the mouth of the alley, scrambling back up to his feet Clint grabbed his bag that at some point he had ditched to the right of him, between him and a dumpster, taking the few steps it took to get the access ladder Clint grabbed it and surprise surprise, it wasn't as accessible as it had appeared 20 minutes ago… and with one short tug came free of the loose bolts holding it on, thus sending it clattering to the ground with a very audible and loud noise, not helped by the echo of the alley…

"shit" Clint breathed, whirling around looking for another exit he started walking towards the mouth of the alley just as he was 10 or so metres away from the entrance to the alley a man in a pristine pressed suit and dress shoes appeared, everything from the tie to the shoelace was in order, you wouldn't guess that this man was Clint's stalker for the past few weeks.

"That's far enough" the stalker said, he didn't need to raise his voice as one, clint was only several metres away and two, the echo already amplified any sound.

"Fuck" Clint growled, "So what now, going to shoot me? Right between the eyes or in my throat or going to make me suffer?"

"Im going to do none of that actually." The man calmly said as he took a step forward. Who was this guy? Thinking he could just walk straight in here and expect Clint to be all for whatever he wanted and not bother, and accept his calm demeanour in such a blown to shit situation?!

Not one to be deterred by someone coming closer to his personal space Clint stood his ground.

Glaring at the man for his answer to his unspoken question, Clint searched his gaze for any sign of what his play was.

"Im here on behalf of S.H.I.E.L.D. that's the Strategic homeland intervention enforcement logistics division", taking Clint's confused stare as a sign that he had no clue who they were he continued "Were a private sector, not many people have heard of us"

"And why Agent are you here blocking my path, when you could be running around with your tac-teams playing save the world" Clint questioned quizzically, for all he knew this suit might not know about anything he had done so best to play it safe as If he didn't.

"We know Mr Barton that you have in the past year and a half alone have took out 74 different contracts, some of the requiring the elimination of several people. We know a lot about you, you see"

Silently growling Clint took one step to the right to see what the suit would do, and as he predicted his hand twitched to where Clint assumed his gun was, he was obviously itching to pull it and very twitchy around Clint. Interesting.

"And what would the Strategic homeland-blah blah blah want with a guy like me?"

"My boss seems to think that you would be useful, that you could be an asset to our organization and that you would be better off on our side that in a body bag."

At that Clint scoffed. He was a Killer. What would the government want with him on their side, what if one day he turned on them, didn't they think of that?

"And what if I say no?"

"Then I have standing orders to eliminate you"

"Well isn't that a cheery thought"

With that Clint lunged forward striking Coulson with a right hook to the cheek causing the man to stumble to his right, while the man was disorientated Clint pushed past him and sprinted for the mouth of the alley, hell bent on putting as much distance between him and the agent, however before he could turn the corner at the front of the alley, the agent had managed to get his gun out and fire off a shot, right into Clint's left ankle.

Feeling a sudden pain erupt into his left ankle Clint swore and stumbled over his own feet, landing a few feet away from his escape. And if that didn't make matters worse, then landing half in a dirty puddle that he didn't want to know what was in it, in fact did make things even worse….

Pushing his arms out in front of him, Clint tried to push himself up, but was quickly pushed back down and had his arms pulled behind his back. Next thing he knew he has hand cuffs around he wrists, far too tightly for his liking. Then he was grabbed by his wrists and hauled up, one hand was kept on his wrists at all times, Did this man think he would be able to run with a bullet in his ankle and hands cuffed behind his back?! Actually scrap that… he is Hawkeye… crazy's his middle name…

Coulson not so kindly patted Barton down, his search found, 3 knifes, 2 guns, 4 arrow heads, a piece of glass that was very sharp and had blood on it already, and a piece of string most likely for his bow.

"Now I suggest you cooperate and walk where I tell you to. Now Forward!" Coulson barked shoving Clint forward to emphasise his point.

"Thought you said you would kill me if I tried to leave" Clint said dryly, in all honesty he didn't care about anything now, he had signed his death warrant a while ago now.

"Well my superiors seem to believe you're an asset, no matter how much of an arse you are and how much I want to kill you I can't without their say so. Now forward"

"Whatever you say super nanny" Clint said smirking, the guy seemed like that type of man any way… ordering people around like people said super nanny did and trying to get people to behave like she wanted them to.

And that nickname bought a growl to Coulson's lips. He had just met the guy and he had already started with annoying nicknames. Ok so maybe him shooting his ankle may have had something to do with it.

A/N – And like I said up there this went a different direction… I wanted nice friendly meeting and lots of Feels but my mind came out with this and the last chapter and the one before that and yeah….

Oh and at this point Clint doesn't know Coulson's name just that he is an agent for a government agency.

I know I said it would be longer but I cut it off here so I had something to post before writers block hits me once more. Next chapter is planned so should be up in a few days :D

Oh and Im also working on a Christmas fic as well :3 go check it out if ya want ;)

And remember REVIEWS MAKE ME SMILE AND WANT TO WRITE FOR YOU GUYS I SWEAR

~LostHawk