Clint Barton was enjoying his life. He was at the launch of his final 'Hawkeye' novel. His editor/ex-wife Bobbi was called him on stage. Ladies and girls all around wanted to get their copies or chests signed.

Bobbi and Clint posed for the cameras.

Bobbie fake smiled and said, "What kind of an idiot kills of his bestselling character?"

Clint gritted though his smile, "Are you saying that as my cold blooded publisher or cold blooded ex-wife. Hawkeye had gotten boring, Bobbi."

Bobbi said, "You killed of my golden goose. You could have retired him or crippled him, but you had to put a knife through his chest"

Clint said, "Hawkeye wasn't the golden goose, I'm."

Bobbi said, "Well not right now. The manuscript for the new novel should have been on my desk 3 weeks ago. You haven't been writing for last the 5 weeks."

Clint looked at her surprised, "Who told you that? I have been writing."

Bobbi said, "You don't have lie Clint. My sources were very reliable."

Clint instantly knew his brother had ratted him out.

Bobbie said, "Write something and have it on my desk in 2 weeks or the company is going to demand the advance back."

Clint said, "They wouldn't."

Bobbi said, "They would."

Clint said sarcastically, "Well I already spent it, divorcing you."

Bobbie just smirked and walked away. Clint silently let out a curse. He needed to talk to his brother. He saw him sitting with Clint's adopted daughter Daisy who was studying, at the bar. He made his way towards them.

Clint said to his brother, "Barney, did you say anything about me not writing to Bobbi?"

Charles Bernard 'Barney' Barton, was his older brother by 5 years. He was a theatre actor.

Barney said, "Yes. I was worried."

Clint kissed Daisy on the head and said, "Barney we had a deal. I let you live with us and you don't talk about my work to my ex-wife."

Barney said, "Clint you haven't wrote in 5 weeks. That is worrying. Oh I spot a potential target. No wedding ring. Now you both enjoy, Uncle has to go."

Clint just sighed. He ordered two champagne flutes. He gave one to Daisy.

Daisy said, "You do know I'm only 17."

Clint said, "You need to let loose. You know when I was 17-wait I can't tell you that, it's wildly inappropriate, which ironically my point. Don't you want inappropriate stories to tell your grandchildren?"

Daisy smiled and said, "I think you have it covered for the both of us."

Clint said, "But you need to experience new things. You know why I killed Hawkeye. There weren't any surprises anymore. I knew exactly what was going to happen at every corner. Like him even these parties have become boring. All everyone does and say is 'Where do you get your ideas?' 'Can I have your autograph?"

Daisy said, "And the ever famous 'Will you sign my chest."

Clint smirked and said, "That I don't mind much. But I just want someone to come up to me and say something new."

A female voice said, "Mr Barton."

Clint sighed and took out his pen, turning and saying, "Where do you want it?"

The woman was a redhead and was beautiful with pale skin and green eyes. She held up a police badge and said, "Detective Romanov, NYPD. I would like to question you on a murder that took place earlier."

Clint looked surprised.

Daisy leaned over his shoulder, took the pen and said in an amusing voice, "That's new."

Clint knew something interesting was about to happen as he drove towards the police station. He couldn't wait to find out.