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It’s You and Me - Chapter 2

It’s You and Me: A Hawkeye Fanfic

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Buy me a ☕ Character Pairing:  Clint Barton x  F!Reader

Word Count:  1530

Rating:  E

Warnings:  Mentions of child abuse (including sexual), mentions of underage porn, snakes

Synopsis: You and Clint Barton go way back.  Since you joined the circus as a child, he took it upon himself to keep you away from the people who really wanted to hurt you.  For years the two of you danced a line between dark and light.

When he chooses light the two of you go your separate ways.

Fifteen years later he tracks you down.  Those feelings the two of you shared never went away, but now he is not only an Avengers but a single father.  Can the two of you make it work after all this time when your lives have gone in such different directions?

A series told in flashbacks and current day.

Chapter 2: Then

Clint had heard word about your arrival at the circus before he even saw you.  ‘Did you hear about the new girl?’  ‘Have you seen the new girl?’  ‘What do you know about the new girl?’

The circus was family and that family didn’t take new members very often.  They were picky about who was included.  Many would think that exclusivity would come out of a need for skilled performers.  That the new members would have to have something to bring to the big top. A talent that could be sold.  A new member would need to be able to walk a tightrope or swing on a trapeze.  Or at least have something special about them that people might pay money to see.

That wasn’t true at all.  The only thing you needed to join the Tiboldt Circus was to be desperate.  There was always a skill you could learn that would make you useful to the circus, and there were a lot of roles to fill.  It wasn’t unless you were truly desperate and you had no one else to turn that the circus would take you in.

So before Clint had even seen you, he’d heard all kinds of rumors about you, but the only thing he knew for sure was that you were desperate - because if you weren’t, you wouldn’t be here.

He first spotted you coming out of Jacques’ trailer, frowning and straightening your clothes.  There was at least one rumor about you that had been true.  You were young.  At a guess, Clint would have said fifteen.  You were at that awkward, in-between phase where you were just starting to show the outlines of the adult you’d become, but you definitely were not an adult.  The fact you were coming out of Jacques’ trailer meant you were more desperate than Clint had thought, and it made the archers’ blood boil.

He stormed over to the trailer and slammed the door open.  “What the hell is wrong with you?”  Clint shouted.  Jacques was putting away the camera he’d just used to take your pictures.  He still tried to hide what he was doing with the girls he brought in here.  Everyone knew, but knowing and having evidence were two different things.  “She’s a kid you fucking pervert.”

Jacques looked at Clint incredulously.  “She has to pull her weight and with no skills, that gives her something to do.”

“That’s what you call something to do?”  Clint shouted.  “You’re a disgusting creep.  Leave her out of your fucking bullshit porn ring, you fucking monster.”

Jacques pulled himself up to his full height.  To the small boy who had been beaten by his parents and foster parents, the full six feet and four inches that the Swordsman stood were intimidating.  Now Clint was seventeen and could match Jacques both in height and skill, he was no longer scared of his mentor.  “I promised you that I’d never hit you, Clint,” Jacques snapped.  “Don’t make me a liar.  This is none of your business.  I didn’t do anything she didn’t agree to.”

“And what did you promise her to make her agree to anything, huh?”  Clint snarled back.  “Fucking sicko.”

Jacques poked Clint hard in the sternum.  “You know the rules.  We don’t snitch on family.  Now go sulk about it, like you always do.”

Clint huffed and turned around, slamming the door behind him.  The circus was the safest place he had ever known, but there were times like this he wanted to burn it to the ground.  He stalked off in the direction he had seen you head off in.  Of all the shitty things that the circus pulled, Jacques’ photography was the worst one.  He targeted underage girls, and it made Clint sick to know there was nothing he could do about it that wouldn’t have him kicked out onto the street.

He found you over near the animals getting a little too close to the tigers.  “That looks like as good a way to end it all as any,” Clint said.

You spun around and assumed a defensive position.  Clint was reminded of a wolverine for a moment.  Small but all teeth and claws.  It spoke a lot about what you must have been through that you were so young and so ready to fight.

“They’re tame aren’t they?”  You asked.

“Not that tame,” Clint replied.  “They need to get to know you first.”

“Oh,” you said, disappointment etched on your features.

“You like animals, huh?”  Clint asked.

You backed away from him a little, getting closer still to the tigers.  Clint held his hands up and stepped back.  “Seriously, kid,” he said.  “I know your experience might say otherwise, but those guys are the bigger threat.  I’m not going to touch you, okay?”

“Lots of people say that,” you said.

“Did Jacques touch you?”  Clint asked.

You looked at him with your eyes narrowed, sizing him up for a moment, before shaking your head.

“Took your pictures though, right?”  He asked.

He didn’t need to elaborate.  You knew what he meant by taking your pictures and you dropped your eyes and nodded.

“You shouldn’t have let him do that,” Clint said.

“He said I had to if I wanted to stay,” you said.  “Said it would just be pictures of me.  Nothing else.  And you and I both know there are worse things than some pictures.”

Clint sighed and nodded.  “Yeah, unfortunately, I do,” he agreed.  “But you don’t gotta do that.  They just want you to contribute.  That’s all.  They tried to get me to do things I didn’t want to do.  So I learned archery instead.”

You looked at him suspiciously.  “What could I do?  I don’t know how to do anything.”

“I could teach you,” Clint said.  “Acrobatics.  How to fight.  Make it so no one ever touches you again.  Unless you want them to.”

You didn’t say anything.  To be honest, Clint hadn’t expected you to.  He knew what it was like to be in your position.  Back then he would hide behind Barney and let him do all the talking and make all the decisions.  Clint had been so angry and mistrustful back then.  To be fair, that hadn’t changed too much.  With all the criminal activity that happened here, he still didn’t trust the people he considered family.  He still held on to a lot of anger too and it would come out in violent bursts of rage without a target to aim it at.

But he wanted to be better and to do better, and maybe he could save you from the shit that this place could drag you into and have it just be a safe spot.

“I get it,” Clint said with a nod.  “You don’t trust me.  I wouldn’t either.  But, I’ll be around.  And if you like I can talk to someone who works with the animals.  You can start by helping them out.”

“You’d do that?”  You asked.

Clint nodded.  “Yeah.  We aren’t all shit.  But you’ll probably be shoveling a lot of it.”

You laughed.  It didn’t last long.  More of a puff of air than anything.  But for a brief moment, a smile passed over your face, and it had been the first one he’d seen you wear.

“Just… keep away from Jacques,” Clint said.  “You don’t answer to him.  He’s not the boss here.”

You nodded again and seemed to go to say something, though you quickly changed your mind when two women appeared around the side of the tent.  Side-by-side they could have been sisters, standing the same height, with a similar complexion.  Even their hair was a similar color, though one’s sat in long, tight curls and the other was shorter and straighter.  The main difference between them was the woman on the right was covered in tattoos and the one on the left had unblemished skin.  She also carried a large python that had curled its way around her.

“Clint, there you are,” the tattooed woman said.  “I’ve been looking for you everywhere.”

“I’ve been around,” Clint said, trying to play it cool.  He’d had a crush on Eden for a while now, and recently it seemed to be reciprocated.  “Eden, Zelda this is… uhh…”  He paused and looked at you, realizing he didn’t know your name.  Thankfully you took the queue and quickly gave it to the two women.  “Zelda, you think you might have anything for her to do?  She likes animals.”

“You okay with snakes, sweetie?”  Zelda asked.

“Oh yeah,” you said, quickly.  “I think they’re really cool.”

“Come with me then,” she said.  “You can help me with the snakes.  Maybe I’ll talk to Tarrax or Major -” she looked over at Clint.  “Cleaning up elephant shit won’t be enough for long, you know?”

Clint nodded.  “I know.”

You followed after Zelda and Clint turned his attention to Eden.  “So you were looking for me, huh?”

Eden smirked and approached him.  “Was thinking we could go into the town.  See what trouble we can get into.”

Clint held out his elbow out to her.  “Darlin’, knowing you, it will be quite a lot.”

// NEXT

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Prompt in italics.

It’s graduation day and you’re pacing nervously around the waiting area where you and the rest of the cadets are getting ready to walk the stage and receive your degrees.  You absolutely hate being up in front of other people, and having to go up there to shake hands with the admiral and receive your degree - in a dress uniform no less - is the stuff of nightmares.

Smoothing your hands down over your uniform, which you’re terrified is bunching and wrinkling up in all of the worst places as it hugs your curves, you take a slow, shaky breath and try to remind yourself that it’ll all be over quickly.  Unfortunately, you know that you’re somewhere near the middle of the list of graduates, and you know you’re going to have to stand there, stewing in your own discomfort and anxiety for a while yet before you can make an escape and change into something less fitted.You jump and yelp a moment later when you feel a hand land on your shoulder.  Spinning around, nearly toppling over from the momentum of your haste, you find yourself being steadied by a familiar face.  Blushing slightly as you straighten up and take a small step back, you drop your arms to your sides.“Nervous?”  Leonard McCoy asks you softly, taking in your discomfiture.You shrug your shoulders, averting your gaze.“I’ll just be glad when it’s over,” you mumble.  “I’m dying to get out of this uniform.”You can feel Leonard’s frown as his gaze sweeps you.“Well, if it’s any consolation, I think you look great,” he offers.  “The uniform suits you, and it brings out your eyes.”You smile faintly, your gaze still downcast, and stiffen a bit as the hand on your shoulder begins to travel downward, stopping just below your elbow.  You finally look up, curious, and see Leonard regarding you with a warm, kind expression.“Can I hold your hand?”  He asks.  “Just until we’re called up?”

You’re not used to the kind of attention he’s giving you and at first it throws you for a bit of a loop.  Panicking a little on the inside, echoes of times past where you’d been led on just to be made fun of for falling for it reverberating around in your head, you swallow thickly.  You say nothing, but Leonard’s a brilliant observer.“Let me earn your trust, sugar,” Leonard says gently.  “Let me make you feel a little better.”You pause another moment and finally nod, splaying your fingers as he slips his hand lower still and twines his fingers in with yours.  The warmth of his palm is welcome against your cool, clammy skin and the squeeze of reassurance he gives you belies genuineness.  He tugs on your hand gently, leading you toward the queue that’s forming off side of the stage as people begin to get organized.“Let’s go get ‘em,” he encourages.  “You’ve got this, darlin’.”

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This ones been sitting in my drafts for a month it’s time she sees the light of day

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