Three Days Later

There he was, strutting down the block like he owned the whole city. Smiling his crooked smile while talking to Iron Man on his Avengers I.D. card.

Somehow, even though I hadn't told Key anything, I thought that this was a punishment from him for me being so defiant. A punishment of me helping kill the Avenger I looked up to the most; the one who had saved me once when I was younger.

Hawkeye.

Even though he was two blocks away from me, I could see his every step clearly. The eyepiece Key had given me was doing its job, and helping me do mine, no matter how much I hated it.

"Do you see him?" one of Key's goons asked through the walkie talkie.

"Yeah," I answered.

"And you know what you have to do?"

"How could I forget?"

I didn't get a response for a few seconds, then, "All right, do it. You know what happens if you don't."

Whatever. I just wanted to get this over with. I glanced up from my hiding spot in the alley way to a window on the top floor of the building across the street, where the man I had talked to sat waiting with a sniper rifle. Waiting for Hawkeye.