Pained.

Twenty-Eight.

Kane moved the food around on his plate, not having an appetite. Clint stared at him weirdly. Steak and potatoes was Kane's favorite dish, but he couldn't even stand to look at it.

"Ya' not eatin'?" He gave Kane a concerned look.

"Not hungry." He mumbled.

"Starvin' ya' self is not good fo' da' baby." He scolded Kane as he cut another piece of his steak.

"And keepin' me locked up is?" Kane fired back.

Clint just chuckled at his attitude.

"Ya' changed alot. Ya' don't stutter no more. What happened?"

Kane scoffed, "Clint happened."

"Kane don't even act like dat. We had a great relationship. I was ya' first, remember?"

Kane's head snapped towards him with a quickness when he said relationship.

"It wasn't no fuckin' relationship. Ya' raped me and sexually abused me until I was sixteen."

"Is dat why ya' tried ta' kill me? Hm?" Kane grew silent as Clint pointed at his eye. "Tell me, what was goin' through ya' head when ya' grabbed dat knife? Did ya' think dat would end ya' sufferin'?"

Tears rolled down Kane's face as he thought back to that day.

Seven Years Earlier | New Orleans, Louisiana |

"Welcome home, daddy." Kane's voice was almost robotic as he greeted Clint at the door patiently on his knees.

"Good boy." He rubbed Kane's head as if he was a dog. He grabbed Kane's hand gently and stood him up, "Did you finish your work?"

"Yes sir."

"Good, let's eat." He kissed Kane's forehead before heading to the kitchen. "I told Cyn ta' make ya' favorite, steak and potatoes."

"Thank ya'." When Kane got to the table, Clint pulled his chair out for him to sit in.

Cyn had already placed their food on the table and fixed their drinks. Kane and Clint began to eat in silence. Kane wasted no time devouring his meal. He would need all of his energy for tonight. He was sore from practice and he knew Clint would not take it easy on him. He was honestly hoping he would just let him go to bed. Kane sat at the table quietly, staring at the table cloth as of it was interesting. He wanted nothing more than to disappear.

"How was school?" Clint asked routinely.

"It was fine." Kane mumbled lowly. He was so soft spoken, Clint barely caught what he said.

He heard the fork clatter on the glass plate and he looked up immediately, realizing his mistake.

"I'm- I'm sorry. It was fine." Kane looked Clint in the eye this time.

"What did ya' do today?"

"I went ta' practice and came home."

"Ya' didn't do anything else today?" Clint became skeptical.

"N-No sir." Kane stood up from the dinner table, "M-May I b-be excused?"

"Sit down." Clint said with so much authority that Kane sat down without a second thought.

He wiped his mouth with his famous blue handkerchief and folded it neatly on the table. Kane sat nervously as he watched him adjust his rings on his fingers and undo his cufflinks.