BABY AVENGER

¡AGENT BARTON! (Part 2)

Fury stood in front of Clint with his hands behind his waist. The agent who took him down went to cover the entrance with the other one.

- What the hell were you doing up there?! - he asked loudly, but Clint didn't answer; He just looked at the ground and swallowed.

- I asked you a question Barton! - Fury raised his voice more, making Clint startle and close his eyes again and just cry silently

.- Look at me when I'm talking to you, Barton! - Fury demanded, taking another step in front of him.

Clint raised his head but didn't look at his face, he couldn't, he was afraid because he knew he would punish him again.

- He's supposed to be in the study room with his other colleagues, Agent Barton - Fury told him, walking away from him, but a few steps away he stopped and came back:

- What do you have in your pocket? - He asked, looking at his left pocket.

Clint became more nervous and looked Fury in the face this time. More tears ran down her cheeks and biting her lower lip she slowly reached into her pocket and pulled out the green cart to show him. Fury just stared at him and walked away from him.He walked towards the shelf that was now in front of him, put his hand between it and the wall and took out a thin wooden stick.

- Hands in front - he ordered while taking the cart from him. Clint extended both arms showing the palms of his hands, Nick turned to look at the man who was standing on the right side in the doorway.

- Agent, come and hold him down - he ordered.

- Yes, sir - He obeyed, standing next to Clint and holding him tightly by the wrists.

- I'm sowy, I'm sowy...- Clint pleaded, but was interrupted by a strong whip on the palms of his hands, making him cry harder and non-stop. He writhed in pain while the agent still held him. His palms burned incessantly, it was so strong that there was a small cut on his palm between his thumb and index finger. The pain was unbearable...

Fury noticed that cut and asked the agent to take him to the infirmary.

- I'm sorry, but you know the rules Barton - she said, turning to him - Then take him to the study room, he won't leave there until noon - And he left with the other agent.

- Yes sir - the agent said and took Clint by the arm.

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It was ten in the morning, in another half hour the boys could go out to the yard to play. Ivan had stopped his class to allow them to color for a while. He looked at the door to see if Clint was back, he had taken too long;

- He must have gotten into trouble - she thought and raised her eyebrows when she saw him a few meters away accompanied by an agent. She went towards them and was scared when she saw the bandage on his hand.

- Clint! What happened to you?! - He said surprised, holding her hand carefully to observe her. Clint just pushed her away and shrugged his shoulders, Ivan looked into his eyes and noticed that he had cried... a lot.

- Come with me - he said, wrapping his arm around her shoulders.

- Agent Fury specifically requested that you not leave the room until noon, sir - the agent said before Ivan entered the room with Clint.

- Can I know what happened this time? - Ivan asked.

- Agent Barton was found in the ventilation ducts sir, when he should be in his class - Fury executed the corresponding punishment, and ordered that the punishment be carried out for breaking rule number 5, sir.

- Ok? - Iván responded to the explanation - You can leave, thank you....

He turned to Clint and gently pushed his chin with his index finger so he could look him in the eyes.

- Did you fall? - He asked in a low voice and then looking at his injured hand. Clint shook his head slowly, looking Ivan in the eyes. He wasn't making that eye contact, so Ivan knew Clint wasn't lying.

They entered the room, which was a little noisy due to the boys' break, he took Clint to the back right corner and grabbed a nearby chair.

- I'm sorry little Clint, but the rules are the rules - Iván told him-But.... for this time you can sit down, okay?Clint sat quietly staring at the corner. Soon Ivan noticed that his hands and legs were shaking, so he went to get a glass of water, which Clint drank as quickly as he could. Iván helped him a little since it was difficult for him because of his trembling hands.

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The clock read 10:53 and while the others were playing outside on the garden, Clint bumping his knees flailing his legs in his chair, Ivan stopped reading whatever he was reading for a moment to watch Clint a little uneasily. He wanted to go back to reading, but he left the book on his desk and went towards the child. Seeing him restless, he realized the problem and immediately asked him:

- Bathroom?

Clint nodded awkwardly and stood up. Ivan took him by the hand and they quickly left the room; Already in the bathroom, Iván helped him unbutton his jeans and turned around so as not to look, closing the door behind him, Clint pulled down his pants and boxers in one fell swoop and sat down quickly.Iván helped him wash his hands, but very carefully he only washed his fingers and made a little water fall into his right palm, the left one had the bandage and he didn't want to get it wet. He had a red line in the middle of his palms. Clint winced as the water touched him.

Soon it was noon and Clint was still in the corner of the living room, sitting with his head bowed and leaning against the wall, one of his arms hanging and the other resting in his lap. He had fallen asleep. Ivan approached and gently touched him on the shoulder to wake him up.

- Up buddy, it's time to eat - he said, rubbing his back.It took Clint a moment to remember where he was, he rubbed his eyes and with a big yawn he slowly stood up. Iván asked the boys to form up and in two small Indian lines they left the living room towards the dining room. There were only eight people, but they were not the only ones. From the front room came the women, equally trained and very few; "The little ones" also came out from the surrounding classrooms and the caregivers helped them walk and only two were carried in their arms.A few meters after entering, the group's caretaker approached to receive them and Iván left them with her. She was a woman with Asian features, no more than thirty-five years old, very affectionate with children, S.H.I.E.L.D. He had recruited her for her extensive knowledge in child and adolescent psychology, in addition to her long experience.He took the kids to their table and asked one of his colleagues to watch them while they ate. It was to be expected that some would play with their food or not eat a single bite. She took Clint with the little ones and sat him next to her to feed him, his hands were sore and; Being left-handed, he couldn't hold his spoon because of the bandage.

The hours passed with the rare silence of Clint, who only watched his classmates playing in the yard, while sitting on the bench he swung his feet. I just wanted to go back to Nat and I didn't know how many more days I would be there.