The water ran over Conner's head. It took too long for the police to go around and examine the crime scene. By the time they were out, it was close to two in the morning. Conner's mom didn't answer her phone so he was still staying the night. He was tired, shook, and perplexed. Nick Fury had a job for him.
Nick Fury, wants me to do a job.
Conner was feeling over helmed. Thankfully the house had hot water for him to take a shower in. That was where he felt he could think.
No. This is crazy. I survived in Sokovia not because I was good enough, strong enough, or fast enough. I survived because other people died. Other people died so I could live. I am not good enough to become some sort of hero. I am not a hero. I am not an Avenger. I've lost too many people already, I can't risk losing any more. I can't do this.
The water helped calm him down. It always did. He looked at his bare body. He already had enough scares to warrant concern. And he couldn't say they were all from New York and Sokovia. Because they weren't. His dad had given him a few of them. Conner turned the water off. He grabbed his towel and started the dry off. He looked in the mirror. He saw himself. A boy who has been through trauma. A damaged boy. A broken vessel that can't even sleep a full night without seeing his family die and knowing he could have saved him. That was him. He was no hero.
I am too broken for that. I am too broken to be the next Hawkeye. I. Am. Worthless.
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The Next Archer: A Hawkeye fanfiction
FanfictionHawkeye has retired a few times now, but now that his family and the other half of the universe is blipped back, he is really determined to make it stick. But when his kids' friend discovers his secrets, he has to do something.
