Clint's fist hit the wall with surprising strength, considering he had spent the last few days fighting robots. He instantly regretted the decision and crumbled down to his knees, forehead hitting the wall. He cradled his hand and mentally punched himself in the face. His muscles ached and the cuts on his arms stung and his eyes hurt and his heart was heavy. You might be wondering why all of this pain was happening to our poor main character. Well, Clint Barton saw his responsibility die right in front of his very own eyes.

I'm so bad at writing so please forgive me ;)

"So let me get this straight. You're crushing on a seventeen year old boy who just so happens to be your son's babysitter?" "Yeah, that sounds about right."

A hawksilver fanfic about two hero boys in love