Clinton loved his parents. They taught him everything. How to shoot a bow, hunting, strength, those were the good old days. Unfortunately, the world changes and that means so do people.
Clinton sat up on his bed, gasping for breath. His eyes searched his room.
"Must've been a bad dream." Clinton sighs. He grabs his toy airplane and smashes it on the floor causing the toy airplane to shatter like glass. "Why do I keep having these nightmares???"
"Clinton?" The door rushes open while his mom stands in the doorway. She looks down at the airplane. "Was that you?"
"Sorry Mom, I'm just in a bad mood." Clinton says lowering his head.
Clinton's Mom walks over to him and kneels. "Clinton dear, you know you can tell me anything."
Clinton sighs. He looks up. "I... I keep having these nightmares."
Clinton's Mom smiles. A sweet smile. It reminded Clinton of all the fun times together. "What about?" She askes in a kind voice.
"I..." Just at that moment Clinton heard a huge Bang and the ceiling come crashing down on both him and his mother.
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FanfictionPlease do not steal cover art! Now, I am not Marvel. Okay? I don't own any heroes. This is my version of Hawkeye or at least it's how I wish the story went. In this story there will be characters that are made up by me so please don't point out "Hey...
