Arrows (Hawksilver)

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hey guys welcome to my first fan fiction! i hope you like it, the plan is that i'll update once a week with 1000+ word parts, but i may fall behind AH>>>> i love this ship! i hope you enjoy! ah lemme know if you guys want more? please! 

(Clint)

It was easily four am when I walked around the corner of the building. We're looking for something, well more like someone, but I don't know who or why yet. We had to be quick before the sun comes up and this ugly situation gets worse. Before whoever we were trying to find, found us first. It was cooler around this side of the building I had the arrow ready to fire if things didn't go to plan. The basic idea of this was, nobody gets hurt. We make it out of this alive and well and fingers crossed nobody had to get shot, not that I would really mind, I was angry, fed up with everything that had been going on for the past few weeks mostly angry at myself, for yelling at him, sending him away for something i was yet to prove, not that it mattered anyway. Really the reason we even had to find these two was my fault, and even worse the outcome of what could happen was even more so on my head. It was my fault they had the information to control someone's mind. There was a loud BOOM and everything went dark and smokey, a fire was now blazing a on the other side of the building.

(4 weeks earlier)

I wasn't one to stay up late, nor was I one to wake up early, but tonight I found myself doing both. It was 6 am and I was ready to yell at someone, more precisely Pietro Macimoff, he was a few years younger then me, and a few centimeters taller, he was a pain in my ass. He would do anything he could to piss me off, and I was close to putting an arrow through his head. Though I don't think I could really live with myself, nor would Wanda his twin sister. She would not let me live. I got up off my bed slowly walking towards the door, Pietro ran past blue lines running behind him, he pushed my forehead hard making me fall back on the ground. I glared at the younger boy. "You wanna start something?" I yelled jumping up, putting my arms up. "Clint i'm faster than you!" he chuckled walking out the hallway, probably off to find Steve who would be on his side , saying he was still young, and that he was learning or Peter, Tony's favorite and there would be nothing I could do after that. Pietro was like a bully with a sweet streak, something that I couldn't stand, it wasn't like I wanted to push him away if he was a jerk all the time, but he was nice enough that I could keep him around. I huffed and walked into the "main" room of the tower, it was too big for my taste but oh well. I looked at pietro and wanda sitting next to each other watching "robin hood" I shook my head and went to grab a cup of coffee anything to wash away the lack of sleep. "Look! Clint your on the tv!" pietro laughed and I glared at him. "Shut up your seven year old!" I barked, all I wanted to do was pur the coffee down the younger by shirt and watch him burn and cry and yell ...no! Clint! I thought to myself. I need to shoot something, make it split apart, and break. I walked towards the training room, if I broke something it might calm my nerves. Grabbing a smaller bow then normal and a blunt arrow i shot at a wall, Steve would probably come back later to say "Clint how many times do I have to tell you! Don't shoot walls, you might hurt someone!" and i would huff back that it was just a wall," But that didn't matter right now, right now i was going to keep shooting the wall until something broke.

(Pietro (some back story!))

Clint had been the one to find Wanda and i after all that happened. All the tests. All the pain we'd been through over the past few years, all the pain. When I first saw him, my jaw went slack, he was handsome, in a scary way, he looked like he would break hearts, just because he could and wanted to. "H...help?" Wanda called hiding behind me. "Y-yeah! Help us!" I called as he looked at us, his eyes flashed pain for a second before he drew an arrow and show the small window of the door. "Step back," he said and i pushed Wanda and i away from the door, my body covering hers, trying to keep her safe. The bang the door made as it fell off its hinges made me jump, in my own skin. "Lets go," the man said grabbing my arm and pulled us along. I started to run and suddenly i couldn't see the stranger man nor my sister. They were gone, I looked around....i- i was outside, standing on the grass. I was free, but where was Wanda? I started to run back and i collide with someone, knocking them over, suddenly i was lying on top of the man who helped us out, this was not a good look. "I-" i was stopped short by the man pushing me off, standing up fast with a look of anger in his eyes. "Watch it kid, hurry lets go," he hissed running out the door, i walked next to them, we were moving very slow..."faster" i said taking off suddenly i was at the grass again. I tapped my foot, are they that slow! My mind was racing, like anxiety but calmer, much more clear. They both ran out of the building a few moments later. The man waved at some boy in red and blue, he looked to be about 19 he dropped down after swinging from some sort of web. "Pe-spider-man, look after these two?" the man said with a rather deep voice. "Okay mr.bar- mr. hawk-eye sir!" spider-man said, i stepped back. "Are you like a real spider?" I asked the boy who was standing in front of me. He pulled his mask up to his nose. "I'm actually rather normal," he said with a quirky teenage voice. I grab Wanda's hand. "So uhh...spider-man? Where are we going?" Wanda asked "because between you and me, I don't want to stay here..." I nodded in agreement.

"We need to find mr. stark," Spider-man said and I nodded, like I knew who that was.

"Oi, spider-kid who just helped us?" I asked as he motioned for us to follow him.

"Clint barton?" he said i nodded my felt my face get red. "Oo a crush?" she asked with a wicked look in her eyes.

"Shut it!"

(pietro) (present)

All I really want is for Clint to talk to me. But he's always angry, so i annoy him until he talks to me, normally threats, but him just talking to me made me happy. It made my day, made me smile and feel special. He and I when I wasn't annoying him or him ignoring me, talked, a lot, about whatever, he would often talk about his young girl, who lived with his parents and how he missed her, sometimes about his ex-wife and how he failed to save her, that part always broke my heart, for the fact he lost her and he would never love me. He was nice to be around, made me smile. I glanced at my sister. "Wanda...." I whined making her turn to look at me. "What?" she asked rolling her.

"I have a problem.....i..i think i like Clint..." 

well this is part one :) 1278 words 7/24/2019 see ya'll next week! unedited :( sorry enjoy