Sydney Barton thought her life was wonderful. Living up her life with her brother, Clint Barton, (and eventually the Avengers) training to be an assassin just like her older brother.
It was perfect. Nothing could ruin it.
Until life wasn't so perf...
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CHAPTER 8 ————————————— STILL PRETTY? STILL ME?
The entire ride back, tears pricked Sydney's eyes. Guilt flooded her system. Guilt for letting Natasha get taken. She could've help Natasha ... even used her powers to catch her... but she didn't. She watched her get taken. Besides that, she lost the one thing Lila gave her to make her extra pretty. She wasn't extra pretty without... she was just... ugly.
Clint knew something was up. He had an idea how Sydney thought and functioned. Yes, she was quiet but she was being.. more silent than usual. He'd peer back, seeing her rock back and forth, eyes welling with tears. Something was wrong and he'd soon find out what she was thinking.
After a long flight back, the Barton siblings returned the cradle to Stark and Banner, who were busy working away at something.
"Anything on Nat?" Bruce asked Tony, fiddling with his hands.
Were Natasha and Bruce... a thing? Sydney didn't have an answer to that. She didn't think they'd be the best pair but whatever worked, you know?
"Haven't heard. But she's alive, or Ultron'd be rubbing our faces in it."
"This is sealed tight." Clint slapped his hand against the lid of the cradle. Sydney stood on the other side of the cradle, repeating her brother's actions of slapping the top of the cradle.
Tony smiled at the girl and rubbed the top of her head. "Thanks Barton-sss." He said, putting emphasis on the s.
Sydney's face shrunk when Tony rubbed the top of her head. It only reminded her of what she didn't have. She masked her internal pain and the best fake smile returned back to her face.
"We're going to need to access the program, break it down from within."
"Hm." Tony hummed, turning toward Clint, "Any chance Natasha might leave you a message, outside the internet, old school spy stuff?"
"There's some nets I can cast." Clint replied, "Yeah, alright. I'll find her. Come on Syd." Barton motioned for Sydney to follow his down the stairs.
Sydney waved softly at the two scientists with a tiny smile, trying to hold back her tears she felt coming, before following behind Clint.
Downstairs, Clint set up his spy equipment to find his friend whilst Sydney stood in front of a mirror, not saying anything.
Clint thought he'd do the brotherly thing and make his sister comfortable then went after to find the location of his partner and best friend. He leant Sydney a long-sleeved blue jacket (flannel looking) to keep her comfortable and a cup of cocoa. It did help and she like the taste or the hot cocoa and the soft, cozy feeling the jacket provided, but it didn't help her emotional turmoil in her head.
