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 9 ——————————- THE VISION
The Barton siblings spent hours of listening and decoding to see if they found Natasha. (Clint taught Sydney a quick lesson on Morse code so she could assist him in finding their friend) Sydney offered to use her powers to help but Clint told her no. A firm no. He didn't want her to drain herself before they might have to go to battle. Besides, the spy way may come in use some other time.
Sydney and Clint leaned in close to listen to the headphones together. Every so often, Clint adjusted the nobs on the machine, trying to get some signal. Mostly Sydney heard static. No tapping noise or voices. Nothing.
More failed attempts later, Sydney wanted to give up. This took too long. She believed she could find Natasha much quicker. Not just using Clint's little spy technique:
"let me find her." Sydney said. "It'll be quick."
Clint glanced up quickly and shook his head. He saw her at his house and how drained he got. He wouldn't let that happen again, "I told you no. You'll get hurt."
"I can't get hurt in there!" Sydney protested. She could do it. She knew she could. This time she could be safe!
"No-!"
"can't get hurt-!"
"Yeah, you can't get hurt physically, but mental-? You get drained. You start to look like you rose from the dead after you use this void... thing.... You aren't doing it."
Sydney huffed and nodded. Fine.
As if on cue, Clint picked up on something. It was soft. Tapping.
"Got something." He mumbled, pulling a piece of paper toward him to write. A small smile appeared on his face. He waved toward Sydney to get the sheet of translation and to assist him. She rushed and grabbed the sheet, placing it in front of Clint who had already written down the dots. Their fingers slid down the page trying to translate to the best of their ability.
... - - - -.- - - - ...- .. .- S. O. K. O. V. I. A.
Sokovia.
They found her. She was in Sokovia.
Clint raised his hand to high five Sydney, who just looked at him confused. "Slap your hand against mine. It's a high five."
