Alex sat down on a bench, silently cursing Jones, MI6, Blunt, SCORPIA, and anyone else he could think of that messed up his life. Of course Jones sends me to the place housing the sniper that shot me, Alex thought. He watched as Goatee looked at his target, then at him, then back at the target, laughing at his expression. Alex opened the fridge and grabbed a water bottle, deciding to rest before rejoining the group.

Clint grabbed Natasha and pulled her to the side.

"What happend on Malagosto, Nat?"

Natasha sighed. "A lot."

"What happened to Alex on Malagosto?"

"He was trained to be an assassin. He was tought instinctive shooting and ways to poison, toture, and disappear. He was one of the best students. They sent him on a test, he failed, killed a board director and another member of SCORPIA and I was sent to clean up the mess. It was a bad situation."

Clint nodded.

"He shouldn't have had to go through that. Escpecially at that age."

"Organizations such as SCORPIA don't care. Julia Rothman didn't care. She just wanted revenge. He would have died either way, despite being one of the best on the island."

"One of the best? That fast at his age?"

"He was born to it."

Julia Rothman sat down across from Natasha.

"What do you think about Alex?"

"Promising," she replied curtly.

"Yes. He rose to the top of his class quickly. Tell me Natalia, do you know his heritage?"

"No I don't."

"Have your heard of Hunter? Or John Rider?"

"Yes. Hunter was a teacher here, one of the best assassins there was. John Rider was an MI6 agent, one of their best."

"They are the same person. Alex is his son. It is in his blood to say the least. He certainly is an asset," Julia told her before departing. Natasha would watch Alex when she could and began to recognize the similarities. The Blonde hair, the brown eyes, his seemingly unnatural agility.

Alex stood and rejoined the others.

"Where did yo-nope nevermind. How did you learn to shoot like that?" Goatee asked.

"How do you think? Practise," Alex replied. "Anyone want to spar?"

"I will," Clint volunteered stepping up to the sparring mat. Alex stepped up after him. The two of them took their positions.

"Begin!" Tony called.

Clint snapped a hand forward, testing Alex who blocked it quickly. Alex shot back with a kick to the side which Clint grabbed and attempted to toss him to the ground. Alex crouched and recovered quickly, to block the punches coming at him. Alex crouched down, swinging his leg down and around aiming for the back of the knees, managing to connect with the inner on causing Clint to stumble.

"You're pulling your punches," Alex told him as Clint recovered and went for a spinning back roundhouse kick, which Alex grabbed and threw to the ground. Alex proceeded to grab Clint's arm and twist it.

"I don't want to hurt you," Clint told him, breaking his hold and flipping him onto the mat. Alex brought on of his legs up and kicked Clint in the chest standing up.

"Do you think anyone I fight cares if I get hurt?" Alex asked, laughing slightly, thinking about how he's used his age to his advantage before. Clint paused. Alex struck knocking him onto the ground while he was thinking. Alex stood and offered him a hand. Clint took it and stood.

"You're not the first to fall for that," Alex informed himas he stepped off of the mat.