"He chose me. He gave me my first bow and plucked me down in front of a target and told me to get to it. I did. Eagerly. See, the Swordsman became like a father to me. I worshipped him, but feared him a little too. I practiced archery for hours every day hoping to get good enough so the Swordsman would like me.”
Clint Barton had managed to affect her in a way she’d never been effected before, and it didn’t seem to be as though it were going to stop any time soon. In a strange way, he represented everything she could become in the future. She didn’t know his past, but it wasn’t a secret any longer that he had had a dark start, much she like had. How could someone with such violence on his record turn into the kind of man who smiled authentically and believed in second chances for people like her? Again, the thought crossed her mind that if he could do it, she could, too.
« - Coulson, Moneypenny took the shot too soon and hit Bond. I need to go down there and find him.
- No, Hawkeye, you retrieve your lost arrow and get back to base. This is their mess now, let them handle it.
- But if she hadn’t shot Bond my arrow would’ve gotten Patri-
- Get out of there right now, I’m not going to say it again. »