Nomad | Hawkeye FF ✓

ONCE FAMILY, NOW A STRANGER

    THERE were no words for Clint to form. Nothing he could say, he knew, would change or make things better for Sophie. So in the quiet of a corner in the jet, he left her curled up in a ball, staring blankly at the wall.

     "Has she said anything to you?" Steve asked, coming up beside him and peeking a glance at the young one silently grieving. His sandy blond hair messily stuck up in random places when he took off his helmet, and discarded his shield.

     Clint's eyes tore away from Sophie to Steve. He shook his head. "I haven't even said anything to her," Clint answered shamefully, bowing his head a little.

     Steve drew closer to his colleague. "Clint," he said, keeping his voice low. "She needs you more than ever right now. She trusts you the most out of us—"

     "No she doesn't."

     Steve only narrowed his eyes in on Clint over his quick assumption, and deeply emphasized, "She trusts you the most. You may not know it, but I've seen the way you two interact, and she definitely trust you over me, or any one of us," he explained with a swift motion of his hand that swept across the rest of the team. 

     Hawkeye sincerely nodded. His eyes gradually reverted back to Sophie, and sighed heavily. "I wish Audrey was here. At least she would get her to talk, or at least know what to say to her." He scrubbed at his face that showed signs of weariness and sadness. 

     The mission was a complete disaster, and part of that failure was merely icing upon the cake for them. But not only did the operation go swore, Clint hadn't the chance to use his new prototype of arrows that Stark so generously invented for him. 

     Running his hands through his short cropped brown hair, he saw a crooked smirk dance over Steve's mouth. "Ya, I wish she was here too," he breathed out, staring over at Sophie in thought. In that moment Clint realized they both missed the same person, but for two different reasons. Steve not only wished Audrey was there to comfort Sophie, but for something more.

     He simply missed being away from his dame.

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    She felt cold. Cold and alone. Even though she had the capability of arousing her fourth element, fire, she couldn't bring anything up to break the nasty chill overpowering her body. As if her body was shutting down, refusing to do anything.

     The emotions she felt today overruled everything else. They were far too strong for her to control, and harder for her to come to terms with Eve's death.

     She wanted to give up the search for her family, and part of her had the moment her eyes landed on Eve's dead corpse. What if her parents were already dead too? If that was the case, then everything she had worked and searched anxiously for, may have been in vain.

     She even had no clue as to where the Avengers kept her sister's dead body on the jet, but she knew they tied up Joseph—or Brock, as Steve had called the man. She honestly had no idea who the man was anymore. Once family, now a complete stranger. 

     Feeling his presence across from her, she hadn't the need to look over to see his head hanging low sitting in one of the fold-able chairs, evidently knocked out cold. His legs and arms were securely cuffed together with white zip ties, while a piece of tape was plastered over his mouth.  

     She was so furious with him, that a few times she had to control herself from going over there and ending him. Sophie had never killed a person before, and animals aren't the same. There's something about cutting, chopping, breaking, or shooting an animal verses a human being. Shedding human blood had an everlasting affect over a person. Sane individuals, that is.