lost (Hawkeye)

Chapter 47

Clint:

I watched Percy and Bruce walk into his office. I now had a completely new image of her, I knew she could fight, but the way she had fought with the sword was really impressive. "That was so cool. No one has ever beaten the robot before, they know the fighting style." Said Tony, walking over to the remains of his suit. "Jarvis, send me a detailed analysis of their fight." Tony pulled his phone out of his suit pocket and looked at the data Jarvis sent. Softly he whistled through his teeth." Man, she can really fight. Jarvis said her fighting style was first Greek, then Roman and then a mixture of both. And both fighting styles she mastered perfectly. If she learned all that at that camp, S.H.I.E.L.D. should check there for new agents." I walked over to him and looked over his shoulder. I didn't know much about swordplay, but their movements looked precise and powerful. "Agent Barton, you will be leaving on your mission tomorrow, I expect you here at four in the morning and I will get everything important to you on the spot." I nodded to his back. "We should see how their shoulder is doing." Steve said and we followed him to the labs.

Thor:Oh my me, I had seen Percy fight. It was incredibly impressive how she had killed that machine. I was still flying. Probably wondering why I was flying. Percy said she was going to allow Bruce to fix her shoulder, but I can't really believe that. So I fly to her personal doctor: Apollo.Arriving on Mount Olympus I sucked in a sharp breath of air. I had been to Mount Olympus many times before, but still the architecture always impressed me. I would never say it in front of my father, but Olympus WAS even more beautiful than Asgard. And that's saying something. Even from a distance I could see the golden palace of Apollo. On the way there, I smiled at the nymphs and minor gods that crossed my path.Arriving at the palace, I squinted slightly before banging hard on the gold door. I banged on it another five times before a man with blond long hair opened the door with me. He was wearing a white t-shirt, with a v-neck and blue jeans to match. "Who dares...?" He interrupted himself as he recognised me. "Oh, hey Thor." He opened the door and let me enter. Inside the palace, the splendour was even more. The floor was pure gold and everything glittered and sparkled. The ceiling caught my special attention. It was dome-shaped and shone with a warm light from the inside out. "Impressive, isn't it? It's made of pure sunlight. It is practically indestructible and its glow will never be used up. " I smiled slightly, he sounded as excited as Tony when he talked about his stuff. I followed him into another room, obviously a music room. There were instruments everywhere, a whole orchestra could have found something here. Apollo sat down at a big black grand piano and started playing some music softly. "What is it Thor?" "I -No not I, Percy needed your help. She hurt herself in a sword fight and I need you to look at her shoulder." I accepted a cup of nectar that appeared before me out of thin air. "Percy really can't take care of herself either, then let's go before there are any more complications." He stood up and prepared to teleport. I was quick enough, though, and grabbed him by the arm. He raised an eyebrow. "You don't know there are other gods, it would be too conspicuous to teleport. He nodded and I swung the hammer.

A moment later we landed on the balcony of the tower. The god next to me was slightly green around the nose. "We could have just taken my car." He muttered quietly as he walked down the corridor behind me. Outside the office we bumped into Clint, Steve, Tony and Natasha, who were probably all heading to Perce's too. When they saw me, they smiled kindly, which quickly faded when they recognised my company. "What's he doing here?" Natasha asked unkindly." But dear, please don't be so excited to see me." Apollo said sarcastically and winked at her. She slightly screwed up her face. "But seriously Thor, why did you bring Fred here?" Asked Tony now, "Don't you trust Bruce's abilities?" "I do, but I think it would be better for Percy to be examined by her own doctor."Apollo just opened his mouth to add something, but was interrupted by a loud clang. We looked at each other and ran into the room. Steve, who was running in front, stopped and was almost run over by Tony. With his head high and red, he turned around and raised his hands in front of his eyes. I glanced around him and also blushed slightly when I saw Percy in the bra in front of me. Apollo walked around us and started grinning when he saw Percy. "Unfamiliar view, my love, but I like it." He winked at her and she blushed slightly. I heard Tony draw in a sharp breath and looked at him. He just stared at Percy, though. But then followed his gaze. I flinched and stumbled backwards. At first glance the mist had helped, but at second glance all the scars were openly visible. I saw Clint clench his hands into fists beside me. "Where did you get so many scars?" He asked her in a voice choked with anger. She avoided his gaze and didn't answer. Steve slowly turned back around to see what Clint meant. When he caught sight of Percy, his face went pale. I stepped closer to her and eyed her. Her whole body was covered with scars of all kinds. Big ones, small ones, wide ones and narrow ones. She also had burn scars, not all of which had healed. "Is that all from THERE?" I asked her in a numb voice. She winced slightly and nodded. No one knew exactly what had happened down there and no one had ever seen her like that. "What's THERE?" Clint asked in an forced friendly voice. I looked at him warningly and he stubbornly looked back at me and asked again, this time a little louder. "Clint, don't make a drama about these scars, everyone has scars. I just have a little more." AL LITTLE MORE?!You have more scars than me and I'm an agent and older than you! Who was that?!" Now Clint screamed and threw his hands in the air. Natasha approached him and put a hand on his shoulder reassuringly. Apollo eyed the whole thing with a furrowed brow. "I don't think she wants to talk about it." He said in a firm voice. "No, Clint's right, she's on our team, she should have told us about it."Tony stared back at Apollo. Apollo furiously furrowed his eyebrows and pressed his lips together. "It's her business. Did Natasha tell you guys about the Red Room from the beginning? Did Thor tell you that he used to be an arrogant prick who almost killed his friends just to have war? Did Clint tell you that he killed his own brother? No, because it's their past and it's nobody's business." It went quiet in the lab for a moment. "How do you know about the Red Room?" Natasha asked sharply. "Oh sweetie, I'm omniscient." "Not one, but Fury knows about my brother." Clint looked around distraught. "Oh, there are ways to find out." He bandaged Percy's shoulder and handed her some ambrosia. He pressed a tube into her hand. "Here, spread it on your scars, morning and night, for a week and they will disappear completely." "Thank you Peter."She looked around startled." Peter? I thought his name was Fred." Said Natasha suspiciously, apparently She had noticed her little slip." "Uh yeah, uh." Stuttered Percy, but was saved by Apollo. "Peter is my last name dear. But you can call me whatever you like." He winked at her. Natasha looked at him angrily and her hand traveled to her gun at her hip. Clint caught her hand and looked at her warningly. "Percy, do you see this? She'd fit in perfectly with the hunters." He eyed her. "Uh maybe not. She's not a virgin." Tony laughed, which he quickly faked as a cough. Natasha tore herself away and leapt towards Apollo. The latter reacted in a flash and a moment later held his bow in his hand. An arrow was aimed right between her eyes. "Now now, let's not be hasty." She glared at him and took a step back. "Man, is that a bow with a range of three hundred yards?" Clint asked, taking a step towards Apollo. "It's got four hundred yard acctually. I built it myself. Have a look." He handed him the bow, which Clint accepted in awe. He looked closely at the golden bow and pulled the string. "This is a brilliant quality. Not even the best weapons maker could have built this. May I shoot it?" He looked at him out of begging dog eyes. He sighed briefly, but then handed him a couple of arrows. "Do you have a shooting range here?" A fat grin loomed on Clip's face as he nodded. I ran into the hall followed by Percy, Natasha, Clint and Apollo. In the training hall, Apollo looked around. "It's quite nice here. So I have several arrows. A couple that explode." "I have those too." Said Clint, picking up his bow and arrows. "Then some that shoot a net." "I have those too." "Do you have any that make a really loud sound?" Clint shook his head. Apollo handed him a couple. "Do you have any with hooks on them?" Clint nodded. "Any with barbs on them, too?" Clint replied in the negative. "It hurts pretty bad to cut those out. I wouldn't wish that on my enemy." Apollo nodded. "Here you have a couple more that release mist on impact. This ones, with stink bombs, jukgas and these ones provide short term paralysis." Clint looked like it was Christmas today as Apollo handed him the arrows. "Thanks mate, I don't know what to say." Percy rolled his eyes and muttered something to Natasha who nodded in agreement. "You don't have to say anything. Just do me a favour and do  not hurt Percy. She's been through too much suffering already."He whispered this into Clint's ear so softly that even I had trouble hearing it, even though I was standing only three feet away. Clint nodded. "Well great, let's go shoot a round." Apollo clapped his hands and took back his bow. I stood next to the two women and looked over at the archers. "Who do you guys think is winning?" "Fred" "Clint" "Did Fred really build all those by himself? Does he have any other hobbies?" "Yes, he plays all sorts of instruments, likes to shoot his bow, play pranks, doctor others and spy on pretty women." "That was actually a rhetorical question..." muttered Natasha.Apollo banded his golden hair into a braid stood thirty metres from the discs. "Jarvis, number seven. We should warm up a bit, shall we?" He grinned mischievously at Clint.