The Next Archer: A Hawkeye fanfiction

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Conner released the arrow. It shot through the air, hitting the tree. He probably shouldn't be shooting the tree, but he didn't have another place to. Shooting arrows helped him relieve stress from the day.  It was getting dark now, and he was getting hungry. He walked in and smelled the smell of meatloaf. The last time he had meatloaf, no. He wasn't going to think about it, about him. He saw his mom in the kitchen, making the cornbread to go with it. He walked directly back to his room. He opened his door and looked around, it wasn't much, but he spent a lot of time in here. He looked at his messy twin-sized bed. He looked at the closet with his clothes. He saw his make up palate sticking out of hiding place. He quickly hid it away. He hated using the stuff, but maybe he wouldn't have to anymore. Not since he's gone now. He used to hit him, but he can't anymore. Now that he is, Conner clenched his fist, he could barely think it without almost breaking down. He felt his arms and could practically feel where they were beaten. He could feel the potential tears start to form in his eyes, he quickly put his emotions back in their mental box and locked it. 

"Conner." 

There was his name again. He prepared for whatever was coming.

"Can you please tell the class the main purpose of the Avengers initiative from the speech we just watched?" Mrs. Chaftin asked.

"The main purpose of The Avengers initiative is "to fight the battles we never could," as director Fury stated." He responded in a monotone fashion.

"Yes. To fight the battles we never could. Now since we are done early for the day, would anyone like to share any experiences with the Avengers they have had?" She asked. Almost immediately students raised their hands.

"Uhm, yes. John."

"I once met Iron Man. He gave me a billion dollars." He jokingly said. "Really, Mrs. Chaftin, none of us have met any Avengers. No one here is cool enough, besides me, or even in the right place to. The Avengers are practically all in New York. We live in Missouri! This place is so boring that The big green guy could smash it and no one would notice."

Mrs. Chaftin sighed, "No one has ever been lucky enough to meet an Avenger? Shame."

Conner felt a spark of confidence. "I have." He said a bit louder than he wanted to.

"Really, Constantine has done something cool? Now I know that's a lie." John said loud enough for everyone to hear.

Conner felt his cheeks turn a new shade of red. He decided he may as well say it.

"I saw them. All of them. Well, not ALL of them, but like the first ones." Conner said shyly. 

"Where?" Many voices asked.

"Well, I met them twice. Once, in New York, May 2012. And another time. In Sokovia, May 2015.

The room fell silent. He made a mistake. He shouldn't have said that. Very few people knew about his experiences. It always made them pity him. Made them see why he was how he was. 

Broken. 

He also saw his Aunt get shot by a Chitarui soldier and then His Cousin buried under a building. After that, in Sokovia, his cousin and friend were ripped apart by robots. Hs Mom and Dad survived. But his half-sister, her death was the most vivid. A robot in Sokovia had found their hiding spot. It had gone after Conner, but then his half-sister, Emma, hit the thing with a pan. She let Conner and his parents getaway while she stayed back and was killed. Conner went back for her, he really did. But his mom grabbed him and made him go.  Then he showed up. Hawkeye. Whoever he is, he killed the robot things that killed Emma. But Conner was able to break free for just a moment. Just long enough to go and see her last breath. Her last words.