"Sir, my name is Clint and this is my brother Barney". " Your a little short " said the man. "Excuse me, but I'm 15 almost 16 and I can do anything a man can do" My voice got louder. "I like your courage, call me swordsman and this is trick shot. Pointing to a man with no smile. And this is the Carson carnival of traveling wonders, welcome"." If you are looking for a job, you to may work here as roustabouts". "It's better then nothing". I whispered to Barney. He nodded.
As the months went by, Nat's picture in my mind was fading. As hard as I tried to think of what her calm voice sounded like, her red gorgeous hair in the wind and her beautiful smile she wore, I just couldn't remember.... But I didn't miss it! All those horrible memory's come back into my head. Watching my parents die, seeing Nat leave and listening to my brother cry at night. At least we have a good home here.
When we did something wrong, we got slapped. We learned respect and responsibility. Even though I was just pair of hands I always had my eyes on swordsman doing his act with trick shot. Some times when I was done working he'd show me how to throw a knife or how to shoot a gun or bow. I learned very fast on how to do defend my self with my hands and weapons. Swordsman said I had a bright future, working with him in the circus. My brother was jealous that he had to do more work because I was with swordsman more often. He often just stayed away from me and did his own thing
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Clintasha - How it all started
ФанфикThis is my version of how Clint and Natasha met. Some of the ideas are from marvel comics and some are mine
