In Their Hands ✧･ BARNES ✔

seventeen

   The ride was kind of silent. Everyone was lost in thought. Clint was kind of mad because his computer was broken since the water had flooded the floors of the jet. There was a lot going on and they all needed a break. Thankfully, they were on their way to Clint's safe house in Hawaii. They had no electronic devices on them, so there was no possible way for them to be tracked for now. He did have a phone at the home, though.

   He had never known anyone who had a safe house in Hawaii, but he also felt like it was a smart idea to have one there. There's this amazing culture to experience, and it's not like Hawaii is the first state that comes to mind when you're trying to find someone's safe house. Supposedly it would be in another country, or a small suburban city in a different state, just not Hawaii.

   He loved staying at his home in Hawaii because it was such a great escape. He was hoping he could provide that same escape for the two girls. They deserved it.

Hawaii, 2005

   It was a small home in the middle of a stretched out piece of land. There was tall green grass surrounding their new home with different types of plants out on the lawn, and a beach to visit behind them. There was a city nearby, but there were not any houses on the land where his was. It was kind of conspicuous, especially if you are flying over head. He would probably end up moving into one of the nearby neighborhoods with the girls here now. He had never been involved in such an important mission, so he needed to be as cautious and the least amount of conspicuous that he could muster. 

   There were only two rooms in this home so it was much smaller than what they were used to. There was a nice living space along with a large kitchen and one and a half bathrooms. It was perfect for the little family. He was sure they'd like it here.

   "Hey guys," Clint begins as they walk up to their new but temporary home. He played with the keys in his had and continued, "have you ever been to a beach? Or tried pineapples on pizza? Or tried pineapples at all?" He asked, looking down on the two girls who held each other's hands. They seemed confused and kind of scared. 

   For someone who's first language wasn't English, the word pineapple did sound kind of weird.

   "Bi..ch?" Zola questions, trying her best to repeat the words. Of course her Russian accent made it a little harder, and made the words sound as if something else. Something bad. 

   "Oops," Clint grins as he waits for the punch to his arm that he knew Natasha would be giving him any moment.

   She looked up at him with her eyes narrowed in anger. She felt that she was going to have extra wrinkles up on her forehead because he was getting her so angry all the time.

   "I didn't tell her to say it like that." he defends himself, throwing up his hands in a playful surrendering motion. 

  Natasha rolled her eyes away from him and looked down at Audrey so that she could reprimand her for her words. She didn't know that it was bad, but she'd learn now.

   "A beach. One of those? Have you ever been?" He asked again, pointing behind the house and down at the stairs that led off into the sand. 

   Natasha looked off into the direction of where he pointed. Audrey's head looked off into the direction as well. They stared for a few moments and Clint kind of just stood off to the side as they did. He unlocked the door to the house as they continued to look over at the beach. It was kind of weird to him, these two girls were in America but they had never been to a beach. He understood why, but it was still so uncommon and weird. He decided to go inside and set down the small bag of stuff that he had brought since he knew that they'd be coming out here.