Alright so, this is the second chapter in which Jake confronts Clint about not training him, well, in a way he does XD Though, he doesn't say much but in future chapters there will be more going on between the pair ;o NO NOT YAOI D:
There will be a love intrest for Jake later on though eue
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It's been around, well four, five days now? Trainings gone well, when we can give a fuck about it. I mean seriously, I don't want to be here, Bree probably does since all she does is follow Stark around, flirting constantly which I have to say, is kinda creepy. I've kept silent for the most part, not really wanting to pay attention or draw attention to myself. I walk around almost every night, thinking of a way to get out of this. Maybe they can find someone else to take my place, it has to be obvious I don't want to stick around any longer then I have. Haven't really seen that Teddy guy, ever since he and Bruce started whatever kind of training it is they need, we haven't seen either. The guy with the fire problem, Jonah I think his name was, left with Thor. Apparently according to the God there is nowhere on earth they can train without leveling a whole city, so those two are on Asgard. Anthony spends most of his time in the Gym with the Capt, though he does get a break from time to time and we spend this time hanging out, pissing Fury off, you know, the normal crap. Reyna spends her time with Natasha, when shes around that is. Honestly, that chick does so many missions it makes my brain hurt. But those two mainly practice hand to hand combat.
Now me on the other hand, I've seen Clint ONCE. When we got here and found out who would train us. Honestly, that ass hole never comes down to see if I'm improving or if I need a little help. Doesn't matter, gives me a chance to slack off most of the time, for which, Fury yells at me. Now don't get me wrong, I don't hate all the Avengers, just most of them. Steve's an all round nice guy. Bruce has more patience then anyone I have ever known, since Ted is the most annoying person I have ever known. It's a wonder he hasn't Hulked out on him. Thor, well, he just plain confused the fuck out of me while he was around. He doesn't seem to know much about earth. Now Clint on the other hand is just an ass. I mean, he is meant to train me yea, so why am I always on my own, trying to figure out what the hell I need to improve on. Natasha, well, she doesn't really make much sense a lot of the time and Tony, he just a jerk. Nuff said aye.
Right now I'm in my room, if you can call it that. Jesus it's nothing like my old room, which kinda makes me wish I was back home. With a sigh I roll over onto my side and stare at the clock which reads 3Am, I haven't slept yet. Haven't been able to, being in this place has me on edge and I don't like it. Fury claims that the only reason we are really here is to be trained but I know there is more to it then that. I could always ask Bree to dive into SHEILDS system and see what she can find, but Fury would rip her a new one if he found out. I brush back a few strands of my dark brown hair before rolling back onto my back to stare at the ceiling. I know right now I won't be getting any sleep so I sigh and get up, walking over to my bow. Oh thats another thing, I'm not allowed to use the one Fury told me to bring with me, so it's been replaced with a plain looking black one. Much like Clints just different in a way. What way I don't fucking know, its lighter I guess.
With a sigh I slip on my dark green jacket and start to head down to the archery range, yea, they have all these rooms to fit us all. Except Jonah of course, who's you know, on Asgard. Bree spends most of her time either here, with Stark in the lab or at Stark tower defining her ability in making kick ass weapons. And yes, I've seen one of them. Almost blew up a whole room when she used it. Since then, Fury ordered she test things at Stark tower and I have to say, Stark seemed to jump at the idea. When I walk into the archery room, or as I like to call it, imagine-you're-killing-everyone-you-hate room I noticed almost as once Clint. Who seems to be perfecting his weapon, don't know why though since the bastard never misses. I consider leaving but almost at once decide against it. If the ass hole has something to say let him, it's not like he has anything to say that will actually help me out right. I make sure to stand far from him, I already have an arrow in my bow and I have a target lined up. Before I fire I like to imagine it to be Fury, or Clint. Either would be fine before I let the arrow go and it does hit the mark I wanted, but its fucking close ok.
I can feel his eyes on me, and since he hasn't shot of an arrow yet I know he's watching me. Either he's going to make some witty remark about my poor aim or just wants to see me miss again. Either way I don't really give a fuck about it. I take another arrow and line up the next shot, hopping to god this one hits where I want it to. Taking a breath I let the arrow go and this one misses completely and I curse out loud. I don't get it. I haven't missed like this for a long time, It's probably the bow, yep thats the reason. "You need to steady your aim more" Clint speaks up and for a moment I just want to hit him with the bow.
"Don't need your help Robbin hood" I snap taking another arrow in my hand and taking aim. Who the hell does he think he is, suddenly deciding to help out now after being fuck knows where all this time? I let the arrow go, knowing it'll miss because I'm letting my anger get the better of me and what do you know, it misses and hits the wall behind the target. I hear him sigh and can guess he knew I would miss, thats nice.
"Told you. Try not to let your anger get the better of you either, you need to focus on the target and nothing else" He says, aiming his own bow at a target and I take a moment to watch as he of course, hits his mark perfectly. Yea I guess he's right but I'll die before I admit that to his face but I do calm down a little. I take aim, steady my breathing and lower my anger as much as I can before letting the arrow fly and for once, it hits where I want it to. But hey, what was to be expected, so long as Clint keeps quiet I think I'll get better on my own.
"Anger never helps" He says and I groan, so much for him not speaking right. Once again I feel his eyes on me and this time, I'm not being quiet. I drop my hands to my sides, still holding the bow.
"What the fuck is your problem" I snap, but I have WAY more to say then that. "You haven't shown up in the days we've been here, but now you suddenly give a crap. Sorry birdy but I can do fine on my own, I have all my life" I more or less shout before turning back to the targets, aiming and letting another arrow fly and it hits, by fucking god it hits and I smirk. So much for anger being no good.
I see a movement out of the corner of my eye and I duck, avoiding Clints fist that was no doubt aimed for my face. I take a step back and stare at him. Alright, maybe I said something I shouldn't have but hey, I was pissed off, can't deny me my anger. "Got a problem there" The words are barely out before he's charging at me and this time I don't react fast enough and his fist hits me in the jaw, causing me to stumble a few steps to the side. Alright, if thats the way he wants to play then fuck it, I'll humor him. Its my turn to attack him now, so I rush forward, bow still in hand and I swing it at his head and he ducks to avoid it, a smirk replacing the serious look I had on. I bring my knee up, and kick right out, connecting with his gut and he stumbled back, clutching his gut and at that moment I know I did some damage. But he recovers way faster then I expected and before I know it I'm on the ground, bow thrown to the side and Clint standing over me. The look on his face is well, fucking scary. Thats all I can say.
"You come here, thinking you know everything there is to know about the world when you know nothing. You have no idea about the dangers out there, or what dangers you face in here" He says calmly. "I don't see a need to train you because you would be nothing but a waste of time" He says and steps back, giving me room to get up and after a moment I do, staring at him. "Fury was a fool to think you would be worth my time" With those words said he leaves and I just...stand there.
So, not only am I apparently a waste of golden boys time but, I don't understand the dangers of the world. I laugh and I mean laugh at the thought. Like I care, sure he caught me off guard but if I knew how fast he was to start with he wouldn't have been so lucky. I grab my bow and sigh. "Not like I wanted to be here" I mumbled and head for the door, bow in hand.
"Sooo I see you got your ass handed to you" Comes a voice and jump, turning to find Anthony standing there, smug smirk on his face.
"Oh shut up" I snap and head out the door, Anthony following close behind.
"What, you know its true. He creamed you and you know it" He laughs, poking me in the shoulder. I know he means well but seriously, there is so much one person can take. I slap his hand away from my shoulder and glare at him.
"That self righteous ass-hole doesn't know a thing about me" I say. "He thinks he can just say people are useless and a waste of time and think he can get away with it. Well fine, let him think that" I say, walking off. Yea, he doesn't want his time wasted well problem solved.
When I reach my room I slam the door shut and storm over to my bed, falling face first into the pillows and sighing. What is it that makes me think I have heard words similar to Clints before. Realization hits me when I remember only one other person saying I was a waste of time and my heart twists in pain. My father, someone I looked up to had once said that. When I had refused to be trained by him but was forced none the less I purposely failed every time and when he caught on he said I had just wasted his time and he should never have bothered. Sure, back then I thought nothing of it but now that I'm, well, twenty three, I can see what he was talking about. He was using up his time to train me and Bree how to use a bow and I made sure to fail every time, yea, I do waste peoples time. Go figure.
I roll over, looking up at the ceiling and sigh. "Looks like you were right huh dad" I say softly, weakly smiling to myself as if I could see him agreeing with me. Closing my eyes I slip back into a deep sleep, hopefully I wont wake up for a few more hours.