Little Bird |Clint Barton's Daughter|

Disappointment

I found this photo in my camera roll. My camera role is so messed up.
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12's POV:

As the alarm goes off, all the cells start going through the lockdown protocol. Shutters come down from the windows and doors. With all the commotion, I take advantage. I run out of the doors and into the deserted corridors.

Racing down the stairs, I miss a few steps which causes me to stumble. I turn the corner to meet 2 guards.

"Hey fellas. Either one of you know where the exit is please, I need to drop of something."

They both point their guns at me. Whoops! Shouldn't have said please. I drop to a ball and roll under their legs.

They follow me with their guns, lasers trained in each other at the wrong moment. As I roll under, I grab the first guards gun and pull the trigger; shooting the other in the thigh. As he drops down he triggers his own gun; shooting the second guard. I stand behind them, unimpressed.

"Guys! Guys! Come on, we gotta talk this through."

All I get is a groan in response.

"Alright I'm not giving you a 5 star rating. Y'all a disappointment." I sneer. "Anyways, cya losers." I walk through the doors, slamming them against the wall.

Feeling the breeze against my face and messing up with my already scraggly hair, I step out into the real harsh world.

It's not my first time outside, I've been on a few missions before. I've heard that they use electrical torture and trepanation to suppress or change memories. They haven't had to do that to me yet. I don't want them to.

I race towards the wired gates and start to climb to the best of my abilities thanks to my arm. I hear guns in the background and as I get to the top, I see hundreds of men running after me.

Once I get to the top, one of the guards shoots me in the same shoulder that I broke. I drop from the 6ft gate and land on my back. Feeling the adrenaline, I get back up and run into the forest until I see a clearing.

Getting tired, I stop and collapse onto the floor. The pain in my right arm is excruciating. I scream out in pain as the blood flows out of my body like a water-fountain. Black dots start to fog up my vision and I nearly pass out. Until I feel somebody touch my arm.

I flinched away and start to panic.

"Hey! Hey! You're alright." The strange words seem almost comforting. "Hey look at me. What's your name?" The voice asks again. I still can't see clearly, making me feel vulnerable.

"12." I reply immediately.

"What?" They whisper confusingly. "Guys I need Evac now. There's a young girl of about 8 years old on the field. She's injured and bleeding out." I wince at the load panicked voice.

"Hi, I'm Clint. I'm here to help alright? You're okay now. Your safe." Clint looks around frantically trying to find something or someone.

I hear a jet touch down in the distance before I finally pass out.

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Clints POV:

The young girl passed out before I get her to the jet. I carry her very carefully and slowly to the table in the aircraft so Bruce can stabilize her.

Now I can actually see her I notice she has long dirty brown hair with what I'm sure was once sparkling green eyes. She is very small and clearly very malnourished. She's too light and not to mention pale.

Bruce carefully cuts her top off her to release some pressure from her shoulder. Her arm has a bullet hole and covered in blood. It also sticks out in an odd angle.

It's her back however that shocked us. It made us all sick to look at. It's completely covered in scars and open wounds that look to be made from knives and whips. Blue and black bruises litter her frail body. Her tiny hands are cold and fragile to hold; I'm afraid to break her fingers.

Bruce hooks her up to an IV and takes her wrist to monitor her heartbeat. He immediately starts to clean her shoulder and wraps it in gauze. She starts to stir which panics us all. Surely she should be in a lot of pain.

As I stand by the table, Bruce grabs a sedative to keep her still and hopefully not in pain.

2 minutes go by until we realize that it's not working. She is withering about trying not to cry out. I don't understand when she's not falling to sleep. She grabs my hand ridiculously right to the point where her knuckles are white. I try to sooth her but nothing works.

Bruce tries to set her arm before anymore damage is done to it but she keeps thrashing around. Her back starts to pour with blood as she reopens a lot of her wounds.

At this point we know there's nothing we can do for her except wait until she passes out.

To say I was scared and upset is an understatement. It was horrible to watch her wither in pain, white as a sheet and freezing cold.

After about 15 minutes, she finally fell unconscious. Bruce sighs in relief as he finishes wrapping up her back. I sit back still a bit weary of everything. I'm still holding her little cold hand in my big warm ones.

The young girl looks so peaceful asleep; not so troubled. I lay my head on the side of her table and closed my eyes. Slowly that steady beat of her heart sends me into a quiet sleep.

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Hey guys. Sorry I haven't uploaded recently just very busy. I've got a week of school tho so I'll try to post more.

- CoCo x