*7 Years Later*
Peter PoV
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Clint hovered over me as I drew the bowstring back. The bow was the only weapon I hadn't mastered. I shot, but I missed the middle by and inch or two. It was the best I'd ever gotten, but if there was one thing that I'd learned in the past seven years, it was that anything short of perfection is nothing, people who don't aim for the best end up indulging themselves, a burden to society, not caring for anybody but themselves.
I tried again, and again, and again. Until it was time to practice acrobatics. Today we had to walk the tightrope. The fifteen year-old's had to walk it without the net for the first time. I walked to the other tent with Harry, Gwen, and MJ by my side. None of us said anything; we didn't know what to say.
Harper was in the center of the tent. She didn't have to tell us to gather into groups of people of the same age. Gwen looked like she was holding her breath, Harry was trying to look as confident as possible, and even MJ seemed like she was trying not to have a panic attack. Harper came over to us and the other fifteen year-old's. A girl, Viv, gave us a thumbs up from behind Harper's back. She was sixteen and had done the same thing last year.
I guess you probably should know why its so important. The five people who perform the best get to go on their first mission. I knew Harry had been training relentlessly. He wanted to go on the mission more than anything else. No one knew much about the mission except for Clint and his inner circle, but we knew it involved Oscorp. And anything that involved Oscorp had to involve Norman Osborn, Harry's father.
"Wheaton, Izzy," Harper called.
A girl with wild curly black hair and dark skin stepped forwards. She fell. The medics, who had been waiting in the corner just in case, rushed to the scene.
"Osborn, Harry."
"Good luck," I whispered into his ear as he walked up to Harper. His expression was hard, determined. He wouldn't let himself fail.
Luckily, Izzy was the only one to fall and she didn't suffer any major injuries, one of the first things they taught us was how to fall.
"Acrobatics is over," Harper announced, using a megaphone, "You know the drill."
We went to lunch, and I complemented Gwen on her flexibility during the series of tests. She nodded and touched her neck.
"Yours hurts too?" I asked.
She nodded. The day before we had been given our tattoos. They were on our necks and the image was a circus tent. After lunch we did more school subjects and then worked outside on the grounds, harvesting apples. We had to work hard.
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I walked with Harry to the food tent. It didn't look like he'd slept a wink. We entered and I told him I would find the girls. I knew he wanted to be the nearest one to Harper when she announced who had done the best. I found Gwen and MJ and waited for the announcement.
"Attention!" Harper's voice came through the speakers, surrounding us. "Carper, Flinn, Stacy, Gwen, Watson, Mary, Parker, Peter," I rushed to where Harper was standing with MJ and Gwen, hoping Harry was next, "Osborn, Harry. You all are going on a mission next week. The Ringmaster, Clint Barton, will inform you of the details."
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The Circus
Fanfiction*VIOLENCE WARNING* Characters belong to Marvel What if Clint Barton had stayed in the circus? What if he became the new Ringmaster? What if he took in defenseless kids and taught them to fight? What Clint had it out for Tony Stark because he sat idl...
