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 13 ————————— TAKE ME HOME
Sydney's true exhaustion didn't kick in till she was put in the back of a car. She actually believed her brain was about to explode... that's how overworked she felt.
She laid down in a sleeping position in the backseat. Clint slid into the driver's seat while Natasha hopped in the passenger's side. "Seatbelts everyone."
"Clint, your dad side is show." Natasha noted, mocking him for it.
Clint rolled his eyes, "Laugh all you want, Nat. When I hit something, I'll be the one laughing." He retorted, turning around in his seat to look at Sydney, "that means you too Sydney."
Sydney slowly rose her head from her position to give Clint a look that spoke a thousand words. 'Hell no.'
Clint didn't fight it. He understood how Sydney was feeling. He practically carried her entire weight while holding onto her.
He shifted the car into drive and sped off through the abandoned town.
Even from Sydney's position, she could see how awful the city had been left. Buildings were ruined, houses and the floor were crumbling to pieces. It was a sad sight to see. It made Sydney's heart feel things again... guilt? Sadness? Was it her fault the city was like this? No. She knew it wasn't her fault... but... she was one of the reasons.. she knew that.
Sydney snapped herself away from those awful thoughts and propped herself up on her elbows and made better use of her time, listing to Natasha and Clint's random conversation:
"I know what I need to do." Clint began, tapping his hands against the wheel, "The dining room! If I knock out that east wall, it'll make a nice work space for Laura, huh?" Clint drove the car in between burning cars and rubble-like blockades. "Put up some baffling, she can't hear the kids running around, what do you think?" He asked his closest friend.
Sydney thought through Clint's plan, but couldn't quite picture what he was trying to do. Maybe it was because her lack of experience from the memory wipe with her memories coming back at a neutral pace.. but.. who knew!
"You guys always eat in the kitchen anyway." Natasha replied.
"No one eats in a dining room."
"What's... the point of it then? The dining room? If no one... dines in it?" Sydney tried reasoning but in reality... she had no clue what the hell they were talking about.
"Exactly. It serves no point! Syd's got it. And you'll help me with the project too, right?"
Sydney slowly retracted back down, causing Clint to gasp audibly. "How could you not want to help your sweet brother with a project for his loving wife?"
