Marvel Imagines And One-Shots

This Is A Surprise (Clint x Reader)

Prompt: Growing up with the Bartons, per say.
*Kinda got carried away, so longgggg*
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AGE ELEVEN

You continue to sit on the bench and watch the Barton boys work in their father's shop, Iowa was nice during this time of year so you could sit here for hours. Barney was the one who always caught you staring at his brother, this time, he just shook his head and looked down as you madly blushed and looked down to your shoes. You snap your head back up when you hear something breaking and shouts. Their father walks around the shop with a drunken sway, he hits Clint with his bottle and you wince. You hated this part of the day, yet you always stayed to watch but you couldn't bring yourself to stop their father.

"Y/N, time to go." Your mother sighs as she comes out of her own shop, earlier than usual.

"Why? It's not time yet." You reply without taking your eyes off of the Barton boys, your mother follows your gaze and grabs you by the wrist.

"Because I said we have to go home." She states. "Let's go."

AGE FOURTEEN

Their parents died, you learned of this when you were training in the woods. You want to help people and once you get old enough, that's what you were going to do.

Your mom had come into your little hideaway after about fifteen minutes of you working out.

"Hey, what's up?" You smile, she doesn't return it and her eyes look glossy. "Mom?"

"Edith and Harold are gone sweetie." She chokes out, Edith was one of her best friends. "They died last night in a car accident."

"W-what's going to happen to Clint and Barney?" You question.

"They're being sent away, foster homes." She whispers.

"Can't they live with us?" You cry. "Can't dad do something? He's head of police, he should have a say in some of this to help!"

"Sweetie you know there's nothing we can do." She whispers and pulls you into a hug.

AGE SIXTEEN

You stand over your parent's newly planted graves, tears slip down your cheeks as you quickly wipe them away. Soon the crowd that was gathered slowly departs, leaving you to sob on the ground alone. What no one knew was that you were home the night of their death, you had to witness it all.

FLASHBACK

You sit in your room on your computer, trying to finish the work that was due yesterday but thanks to a shooting nearby, you didn't have school and gained an extra day to work on it.

"Y/N! Time for dinner!" Your mother calls up the stairs, you sigh and close the computer. As you open your door you hear crashes and gunshots coming from downstairs, you open your door all the way once it had become silent. Slowly you crawl to the stairs and look through the banister while still hiding.

"Please, take anything you want. Just leave us alone." Your father begs a masked man, he chuckles and gestures for one of the men with him to hand him another gun.

"You sentenced my brother to jail, which got him killed." The man snarls. "You deserve to have everything ripped from you."

"I didn't!" Your dad argues. "I promise it wasn't me."

"SHUT UP!" The man yells. "I don't want to hear your bull shit anymore!" Before you or anyone can do anything, he pulls the trigger. Hitting your dad in the chest, close to his heart, and your mom square in the forehead. You cover your mouth trying to hold back the scream and the tears.

"We need to go before someone arrives." One man yells, the man who shot your parent's nods and runs after them.

"Mom." You whisper. "Dad." As you slowly climb down the stairs on shaky legs. "nonononnoon, please. Please don't leave me, stay with me please."

"NOOO!" You scream as you try and stop the blood, but it's too late; they're gone.

FLASHBACK OVER

You wipe your tears and stand up, wiping the tears that continue to fall.

"Y/N." A man states from behind you. "I'm Mr. Callen, I'll be making sure you get into a good home until you're old enough."

"Please don't." You whisper.

"Excuse me?" He demands.

"Just please leave me alone." You beg and take off in a sprint towards your home.

While you continue to run, you never noticed that two boys were watching you. One of them staring longer than someone normally would.

AGE TWENTY-FIVE

"Welcome back to SHIELD Agent Y/L/N." Fury smirks. "It's been awhile."

"It certainly has." You chuckle. "Thanks to Hydra."

"I'm glad you could help with the Avengers initiative." Coulson smiles while ignoring your comment. "With your new abilities and fighting skills, they're lucky to have you."

"Thanks Coulson." You chuckle. "But when do I get to meet the famous Avengers."

"Right now." Maria smiles as she walks in the door, the avengers right behind her. "Welcome back." She whispers as you pull her into a hug. As you pull away and turn to face the group, your eyes land on one in particular.

"Clint?"

"Y/N?" His eyes widen at the new looking you.

"This is a surprise." You mumble.

"It definitely is." He smirks.

Part 2? Or Nawwwww?