Seduced by my obsession
I'll build my own religion
So I can taste the secret places
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Under different circumstances
this would be totally awesome
History/Origins
As I recall, the months leading up to when this all began weren’t much to remember, my unit returned home earlier that year from our tour in Iraq. I had spent 365 on ground working as Military Intelligence. Our group came up with those playing cards you saw on the news: The 52 Most Wanted. I was a hard-charge Senior Airman back then, but that was the first tour, after the third I was the tired and depressed Staff Sergeant. Nothing scared me back then, I didn’t fear death or what was on the other side if today was my last day, that was then and this is now. I write this not really for anyone to read, but for my own sanity, maybe if I go over it again from the beginning it might make more sense to me; then again, maybe not. I remember the day I became who I am as if it was branded onto my skin, May 8, that was the day that I had my life change forever.
Present Day
After joining the US military and serving his country, Clint had left the unit he was assigned to for joining the ranks of the FBI, serving underneath the highest of higher ups. Starting from the ground up and working towards the top of the ladder, Clint emerged as a presence that was more than formidable, one of the Bureau’s best and top agents. Whether it be with a sniper rifle, he never misses his target. The phrase, “one shot, one kill” is what best describes his personality, as well as how good he is with weapons and hand to hand combat. Now a SHIELD Agent, and Director Fury's "Right Hand," Clint will do whatever it takes to get the mission done, even sacrifice his health, well-being, or body.
Personality
Traits: Coffee addict
Disorders: Coffee addict
Addictions: Coffee
Likes: Input Info
Dislikes: Input Info
Quirks: Input Info
Legal Information
NAME: Clinton Francis Barton
NICKNAMES: Hawkeye, HeiHeiHawkeye, UncleHawk, HawkWalk, Hey You, Ronin, CB1
DATE OF BIRTH: June 18, 1982
PLACE OF BIRTH: Waverly, Iowa
CURRENT RESIDENCE: Boulder, Colorado
Physical Details
ETHNICITY: White
HAIR COLOR: Blonde
EYE COLOR: Blue
HEIGHT: 6'1"
WEIGHT: 200lbs
BIRTHMARKS: Not for you to know.
SCARS: Too many to list
Relationships
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Straight
RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Loved
CURRENT RELATIONSHIP(S): Natasha Romanoff (Vdova Voyny)
PAST RELATIONSHIP(S): Top Secret
Miscellaneous
EDUCATION College Graduate
OCCUPATION: SHIELD Agent, Avenger
JOB DESCRIPTION: Top Secret
EMPLOYER: SHIELD
STRENGTHS: Top Secret
WEAKNESSES: Coffee, Junk Food.
Doesn't matter what you did, or what you were.
If you go out there, you fight, and you fight to kill.
But if you step out that door, you are an Avenger.
I hope your holiday season greets you with peace, comfort and love. Whether you celebrate or not, you deserve it. This may be a generic greeting but, I know who I send it to. I see you, I cherish you, and you matter. If you are feeling alone, reach out anytime even if we don't know each other. All my love, light and warmth.
‘Salvation comes at a price.’ Was she ever going to get it? What did she hold against herself, and forgot what she needed to do more than anything---to forgive herself of things she couldn’t control. Most of her actions were unforgivable, were they? Each time she closed her eyes, she saw the pain of her past on display. The pain of her past should’ve been absolved so long ago, and yet it haunted her more than ever.
‘Maybe it’s who we need to be. We don’t break, and we don’t show fear.’ How can she see the world for what it is? The beauty in it, it was way different than the ash she used to live in. Being surrounded by ash made it easier to do the things she had to do to get to Earth-616. And yet, the tinge of loss followed her. Oh, and it stung deeper than ever.
Grimacing as her dreams reeled further, staining every piece of her subconscious. On her final days, she forgot the one thing that she was trained to do. And that was to survive. Each day waking up and pushing forward should’ve been commemoration enough—and yet, there had to be another thing she could do. Moving through the tomes of the world assuming there was something more she could’ve done—more that she could do. Her life could’ve been more than a tragic ending, and her new beginning was supposed to give her that.
Turning her back on the piles of ruble to start anew, a fresh start on a new planet. Meeting someone she loved more than anything. Finding ways to love again, and to be who she was without the slings of her past actions mocking the very thing she was becoming. As much as it made it easier, she still wondered what came of the earth she came from. Were the people that she left behind able to break the bonds? Were they able to move through the world better people, or did their past rob them of a different future?
Yelena remembered what she had to do, where she had to go—to get a better life and chance. She should be happy, and excited to wake. Hell, most of the time she could forget but then she closed her eyes, and those memories began robbing her. It was the day she left 3488 that was the hardest. Remembering those who stood beside her and sacrificed themselves hoping she’d break free from it. The hope on their faces as she left, it was the same thing Clint did for her before he was robbed of so many things. What did they see in her?
She always strived to be there for her family, and to fight harder than ever to maintain their safety. And they did the same for her. It was a mutual love that they shared—a bond that was never going to go away. Yelena breathed in as her eyes opened looking over to her wife.
‘Good can even come out of the darkest acts.’ Everything they did gave Yelena the gift of a second chance. And everything she did before meeting her wife post subjugation was for them. Fighting to ensure that Widows were being freed from a subjugated life—and giving them an opportunity for a better life; one that she was offered years before. The cycle continued each day, Yelena might’ve been the person that was so lost many years ago---but she was finding herself again.
Each day was a fight, and there was no way in hell she’d give up now. She wasn’t going to let that happen for herself or her family. But those thoughts of what Clint had done—hearing him call her daughter-in-law. She reached over to the phone and went through her contacts. Scrolling through them before pausing on his contact list.
Starting a text message, she closed her eyes before her fingers tapped against the screen. : Thank you.: Pausing a moment, she deleted the text before starting over. : That day, I thought we were going to day. I thought—that was the end. That we wouldn’t be a family, and my wife would have lost not just a wife but also a father. Clint, you saved me. YOU did that. I can’t thank you enough, but I need to know you’ll get better—I need to know that you won’t give up.:
Sending the message, she created a second one. : You mean so much to this family, to your family. I hope you know that. Thank you for everything that you do, Clint. Thank you.: She sent the message to him before she set the phone back on the nightstand and adjusted herself to lay back down. Lifting her hand to wipe the tears that fell before falling back asleep.
