CLAIRE BARTON - TWENTY-FOUR - HAWKEYE
I'm not much. Just a former circus member stuck in a really strange position.
Oh, and I can shoot pretty well, I suppose.
CLAIRE BARTON - TWENTY-FOUR - HAWKEYE
I'm not much. Just a former circus member stuck in a really strange position.
Oh, and I can shoot pretty well, I suppose.
(( so i get back after an accidental absence and
what
what happened between Bryce and Toni
did i
am i reading this right
have i gone mad
i cannot even use the shift key anymore because..
this is fucking awesome ))
XDDD! omg.
(( fuck it
i am just going to ship everything
it’s easier ))
(( so i get back after an accidental absence and
what
what happened between Bryce and Toni
did i
am i reading this right
have i gone mad
i cannot even use the shift key anymore because..
this is fucking awesome ))
Eliza arched her perfect brow. It was odd that Emmett wasn’t freaking out as much about the stain on his shirt. Itching to annoy her brother, Eliza concentrated on the stain and it slowly grew to twice its original size, and just for fun she made the green stain brighter. Ignoring her brothers accusations, she turned back to Claire looking utterly overjoyed. “You were in the circus?!” She threw her arms around the girl, “Finally! One of our kind!”
A million questions were running threw her mind and she had to voice every single one. “What did you do? Who did you travel with? Was your family in the circus too? Why’d you leave? Oh God! This is fucking awesome!” She turned back to her brother, nudging him, “Isn’t this great?” Pretending to be surprised, her eye widened, “Ah Emmett… Your shirt.” She pointed at where the stain would appear to everyone else, and began to laugh.
“Another circus freak. Great.” Emmett thought to himself, not letting what he was thinking show on his face. “So you were in the circus, what did you do?”. Trying to sound as interested as possible, Emmett looked Claire in her eyes awaiting her response.
Emmett realized the stain on his shirt had grown in size and somehow became surprisingly greener. Dumbstruck, Emmett began thinking what could have possibly happened to the stain more noticeable. ”Eliza!” He came to the conclusion that Eliza must have thrown one of her stupid illusions again. Emmett wouldn’t give her the satisfaction of knowing she got under his skin. “Oh, the stain. It seems its grown more noticeable” Emmett said without showing any sign of disgust. “I guess this shirt is ruined now.”
Claire glanced at the stain and blinked. A couple seconds before it had definitely been smaller, and less vibrant. She rubbed her eyes, just to make sure this wasn’t some sort of either alcohol poisoning (finally) or sleep deprivation (unlikely, but possible) coming back to bite her in the ass. She sighed and decided to ignore it, as she did most things that weren’t relavant to her. “Well, my parents died. My sister and I joined the circus after living in a fucking hellhole of an orphanage for a couple of years. Got into a bit of trouble with some of the circus members and left. My sister and I parted on… bad terms.”
She decided not to mention the violence.
In response to Emmett, she smirked. “Well, I can’t just outright tell you, can I? Professional integrity. And it’s easier to just show you, because describing it isn’t impressive in the slightest, and doesn’t support any showmanship. And I am a believer in showmanship.” Emmett finally noticed the stain on his shirt, and Claire could detect the hint of deadpan.
Siblings playing around. She still remembered that between her and her sister.
(Source: claire-barton)
Claire eyed the woman cautiously. It was really more her typical paranoia than any particular distrust for this Charlotte Xavier. It was just the fact that the woman had known her name, which was not only improbable, but impossible. In order to calm herself done she took another hasty sip of beer, not even half as daintily as Charlotte was with her cola, but oh well.
Of course, then the woman gave a speech. A speech on genetics, which Charlotte remembered vaguely from wandering around the SHIELD offices and ending up once or twice in some of the more science-oriented areas. Charlotte was obviously intelligent, which Claire didn’t mind at all. In fact, she preferred intelligence in friends. Claire nodded in response to the speech. “So you’re a mutant. And I’m guessing you can hear my thoughts or such, because you know exactly what’s going on in my head.” She sighed. “It’s a little hard to get out of… work mode, you could call it.”
“I run a school for mutants and I even have my own team, called X-Men,” Charlotte shrugged it off like it wasn’t a big deal. And it wasn’t to her, because she was faced with such things on a daily basis.
“I normally don’t pry into the minds of others without their consent, so I apologize. I’m slightly drunken, to say the least, which does put my self-control down,” she continued, “I sympathize entirely with you. I’m just curious, what is it entirely you do for SHIELD?”
“An entire school for mutants, huh?” Claire nodded to herself. “Chaotic, but probably interesting if teaching is your thing. It’s not mine, nor is being a student. I wouldn’t be a good student in an academic way.” She chuckled to herself. Mostly she didn’t have the patience for sitting down and reading a book. That just wasn’t her.
“Oh, God, don’t worry about it. I’ve made far worse mistakes when drunk.” Because she had access to a bow and arrow, someone had made a stupid bet, that sort of thing. Claire could never resist a good bet. It was a weakness, and it tended to get her into trouble, but that was life. “Well, I take care of problems for SHIELD. I’m one of their agents.”
A smirk toyed at the corners of Charlotte’s lips as she raised her glass of cola to her mouth to daintily sip at it. The lethal thoughts of Claire”s mind most likely should’ve made Charlotte, at least, cringe, but she’d heard much more terrible things.
“Ah yes,” she replied, her Oxonian accent slipping through her tone just slightly. “Humans are one example of numerous complex organisms on the planet today. Evolution is what led them from being single-celled organisms to the most dominant species on Earth, and a driving force behind evolution is mutation. I am part of the forward movement of evolution, you see. But, seem to be more focused on where you hit your targets to cause them an extreme amount of pain.”
Claire eyed the woman cautiously. It was really more her typical paranoia than any particular distrust for this Charlotte Xavier. It was just the fact that the woman had known her name, which was not only improbable, but impossible. In order to calm herself done she took another hasty sip of beer, not even half as daintily as Charlotte was with her cola, but oh well.
Of course, then the woman gave a speech. A speech on genetics, which Charlotte remembered vaguely from wandering around the SHIELD offices and ending up once or twice in some of the more science-oriented areas. Charlotte was obviously intelligent, which Claire didn’t mind at all. In fact, she preferred intelligence in friends. Claire nodded in response to the speech. “So you’re a mutant. And I’m guessing you can hear my thoughts or such, because you know exactly what’s going on in my head.” She sighed. “It’s a little hard to get out of… work mode, you could call it.”
I don’t know, I’d kind of like to see you try.
Are you asking what I think you’re asking? Sparring match?
Why the hell not? I’ve been spending too much time shooting and not enough time reminding myself that not everything will actually be a long-range fight.
Umm..
Both.
I’m the only one who can compete with you, and I’m going easy on you.
Not too easy, mind you.
You are sooooooooooo lucky you’re sexy or I’d have to knock ya down a few steps.
I don’t know, I’d kind of like to see you try.
Why do you hang out with me? Well..
You hang out with me because of my searing wit and sharp jabs at personalities such as Stark.
Oh, and because no one else could compete with you.
Ah, right. How silly of me to forget such winning character traits such as those. Oh so it is a competition now? I thought you were going easy on me. Which is it?
Umm..
Both.
I’m the only one who can compete with you, and I’m going easy on you.
Not too easy, mind you.
Well, I’d say the circus has a lot on Russia. I mean, considering what’s happened in the past two rounds…
Besides, I’ve been going easy on you.
Going easy on me, eh? Ouch…you always know the best way to emasculate someone. Sometimes I wonder why I even hang around with you.
Why do you hang out with me? Well..
You hang out with me because of my searing wit and sharp jabs at personalities such as Stark.
Oh, and because no one else could compete with you.
