How's the weather? – Clint Barton?
Someone appeared beside me and I jumped in fright, setting off a loud clap of thunder which startled the man that had come over to me. I pulled my knees up to my chest as I sat on the bench, watching him wearily as the sky clouded over.
"Are you Lana Pierce?" he asked, making my uneasiness grow when he said my name.
"Who are you?" I answered him with a separate question.
"Clint Barton." He replied, turning a little so he was facing me more. "I need you to come with me Lana, SHIELD need you-"
"I'm not a lab rat!" I snapped, cutting him off and making him glance at me in mild shock before opening his mouth to say something; only to have me continue not letting him speak. "Twelve years I was locked up in a lab like some kind of animal, continuous needles and tubes stuck in and out of me to see if my DNA could be altered; guess what? It did! The adoptive family seemed so nice, so welcoming towards the orphan I became at nine years old." I shook my head as tears filled my eyes, looking up at the darkening sky as storm clouds covered what was previously a light blue sky. "They were fake, they used me in ways I want to forget but I can't! Do you know how that feels? To be only a child and not being able to go outside and play, only to serve as some sort of experiment to feed their malicious minds."
The man supposedly named Clint blinked rapidly at my rant and I huffed lightly, turning on my butt slightly so that I was facing away from him as I sat on the bench. I crossed my arms over my chest as the surrounding had become cooler due to my sour mood, the weather usually reflects which mood I'm in that's probably why sometimes you find the climate changes suddenly in your area if I just so happen to be passing through. I jumped as a hand was pressed down on my shoulder and snapped my head round to look at the man, making him remove his hand and move further down the bench so he was sitting as far away from me as possible. He frowned slightly as he realised he'd moved and I averted my gaze as he looked back at me.
"How did you do that?"
"Demanding things from me will get you nowhere Mr Barton, I have been pushed around most of my life and I will not tolerate it anymore."
"I apologise, may I ask how you so politely moved me across the bench?" I snorted lightly at the 'polite' way he asked the same question, glancing back to see his blue eyes trained solely on me; making me rather self-conscious as my eyes had always been a rather sore subject of bullying when I was younger and still now when I was an adult some people would stare or make remarks they think I didn't hear.
"I merely changed your mind for wanting to sit so close to me." I replied simply, dodging around the actual answer.
"So you can manipulate the mind as well as the weather." His blunt answer made me blink in shock at how accurate he was, causing me to catch a glimpse of the smirk that flashed across his face before he slid back over to me; making me look to the side wearily as his side pressed against mine lightly. "We're not turning you into an experiment, SHIELD just monitor your powers and then ask if you want to join; but don't tell Fury I already told you that. I think he enjoys seeing people uncomfortable in a split second decision, I think he's a sadist personally." My hand covered my mouth as a small laugh escaped form between my lips; making Clint's face brighten as he heard me. "So the girl has a smile, and a pretty one at that." I felt my cheeks warm up slightly as I glanced away from him, hearing him chuckle before he turned my head back to face him. "Will you come back to SHIELD with me?"
"Only if I can tell this Fury that I will only join if he fulfils my condition of not being experimented on." I replied, making him smile as he tucked a stray piece of hair behind my ear.
"Good luck with that, he's not one for usually taking orders. He's more about giving them."
"We'll see about that." I stated, seeing him smile as he offered me his arm after he stood up from the bench. I grabbed it and looped my arm through the crook by his elbow before standing and allowing him to lead me away from the park which I had taken solitude at least for a while in.