Author: anastasia 1234 PM
Hawkeye wakes in an alley with only three words for memory. Shield. Coulsen. And his bow. He soon realizes that he's being followed and slowly has to pick up the pieces of the puzzle to remember who he is. When he retraces his steps, he finds his body is not the same as it used to be. Something had happened to him and he was going to find out. all avengers included.Rated: Fiction T - English - Adventure/Sci-Fi - Hawkeye/Clint B. - Chapters: 7 - Words: 10,737 - Reviews: 12 - Favs: 13 - Follows: 57 - Updated: 11-25-12 - Published: 11-16-12 - id: 8709448
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~so this will probably seem all really random and confusing but I promise, in the end, it'll most likely make sense.
Sorry if this was badly written, I was kind of in a rush, but really wanted to get it in ink while it was in my mind.
When a sudden scream ripped through the air.
Hawkeye immediately jumped to his feet, his ears were searching for the direction the sound came from. It had been a woman's scream, short and shrill. He headed off in the direction of the street, where housed, shops, and apartments were lined.
The sounds of struggling reached his ears once more, and he started running to the alley that it had been coming from, careful not to trip over anything in the dark, with only faint streetlights to help him.
When he reached the dark alley, his eyes darkened at the scene.
A woman was pressed against the wall of the brick building, trying to get as far away from her pursuers that surrounded her as possible. Five men, all in black were closing in on her from all sides, like a pack of coyote to prey.
One thug said in a voice almost like a purr, "Come on lady. All we want is that pretty little necklace around your neck, your purse, and a little love. Huh sugar?" he said coming closer to her.
The woman had tears streaming down her face, as she tried to inch away from the approaching thug.
Just then, Hawkeye sprung into action. He jumped in front of the woman without notice, and punched the man in the face. The woman let out a yelp in horror, and slid to the ground, burying her head in her hands, with her knees folded to her chest.
The thug that got punched was out cold, which surprised Hawkeye. Did it usually go that quick?
"Well look who we have here. If it isn't a bystander trying to play hero." another one of the men said through gritted teeth.
"You know, your mothers' should've raised you to be better gentlemen." Hawkeye said as the four remaining men started to encircle him. He got into stance with his fists up on guard, and a cock to one of his eyebrows. "And from the way you punch, I can tell she probably was the one who taught you that too."
One of the men snarled angry at the sudden intruder and flung himself at him with a right hook to the jaw line, only to have Hawkeye flip over him, grab him from behind before throwing the thug into the wall.
The other three thugs were yelling curse words at him, and the bigger of the trio pulled a gun out from his jacket, and the smaller flipped out a knife.
"Oh so we're playing dirty?" Hawkeye said, just before a bang rang out. He moved like a viper, dodging the bullet that had been aimed at his chest, kicking the legs out from the three, flipping himself off the wall, before going in a moment of pure rampage and adrenaline.
In a few moments, all five thugs were bleeding out of their noses, and littered in the narrow alley.
What just happened? Did I just dodge a bullet? How did I…
Hawkeye's thoughts were interrupted by the squeak of the woman behind him. He whirled around to see her now on her feet with her hand clasped over her mouth, as if trying to hold back a scream.
"Hey, it's okay now. Your safe." he said smoothly, holding his hands out so her palms faced her, showing he wasn't going to hurt her.
She nodded silently, picked up the purse that was now caked with mud, and walked out of the alley. "T…Thank you."
He gave her a nod, "go to the police station. Tell them what happened, where, and when, but don't tell that about me. I don't want my face plastered all over the news, got it?" he said. When she nodded a yes, he gave her a polite nod of his own, and was about to walk off when she quickly grabbed his arm, taking all his self control not to react to instinct and club her. He turned to see her still-watery eyes, pleading silently, "what's your name?"
A small frown creeped on his face. Truth was, he still wasn't sure about his real name. Many names had been mentioned in his dream, and he guessed which one he was but still nothing clicked, except the archery that had been in the dream. He'd recognized that as a memory.
He shook his head at the woman. "It's not necessary, stay safe." was all he said, and then took off before the woman could protest.
He set off to find a bow and arrow. That's one of the only three things he could remember, and his dream had reattached apart of him. He now knew, that was what he needed. The empty feeling he had felt on his back should have a quiver. Now all he needed to do was find it.
Immediately, Hawkeye took off to the direction of the alley he had woken up in. It wasn't far, and he soon came to the place where his memories ran short. The alley was the same as any other; damp, muddy, narrow, and an eerie atmosphere to it.
He found a spot that had dried blood on the side of the brick wall, and knew that was the spot he had woken up to a few days previous.
Back-tracking, he thought of the directions that he could have come before ending up here. He looked around frantically, searching for any clues, before looking up, and seeing a shattered window a few yards above the dried blood.
Great, I probably got shoved out of a window from the looks of it, Hawkeye thought angrily.
He sized up the distance from where he stood, to where the window was above, and backed up.
With a huff, he ran a few paces before jumping up and getting halfway through the window. Using his strengthened arms, he hoisted himself up the rest of the way on his feet, and scanned the room.
The room was rather small, and the walls were all white. There was desks everywhere with papers scattered all around. Everything looked slightly demolished and he assumed, that he, or someone after him, must have caused this.
Suddenly, a pain increased in his temples. The pulsing in his head echoing the pulse of his heart, as a memory painfully creeped it's way back into his mind…
Hawkeye was looking at his hands like they were foreign. His face showed only confusion, and wonder.
"What'd they do to me?" he said just before the sound of a door opening was heard, and he spun around, grabbing his bow that lay on a table, and smoothly notching an arrow into aim.
A tall almost bald man stood in the doorway with a clip-board, and a white lab coat on. Wire rimmed glasses were perched on the bridge of his nose, and he wore a malice smile. "Look who woke up. I assume you don't remember all the tests we did, hm?"
Hawkeye remained unmoved, his arrow still aimed at the man's head, "who are you? And where am I? what'd you do to me?" he said, the questions pouring out of his mouth.
The man in the lab coat snickered, "So many questions my guinea pig, which one would you like me to answer first?"
Hawkeye pulled a little further on his bow, and narrowed his eyes at the mysterious scientist, "all of them."
The scientist raise his eye-brows without dropping his smile. "Well, I am Dr. Gerris, you are in the research lab of the H.U.S.A.P. Also known at the H.U.S science association project. And when one of my guards caught you sneaking around, we decided that we could use you as a little lab rat. So we ran some tests, and we are happy to say you turned out very successful. Don't you think?"
The archer's mind was spinning, thoughts and questions swirled, before turning his attention back to Dr. Gerris.
"What exactly did you do? I feel… different." he said, never wavering his stance.
"Stronger perhaps? Faster? Sharper senses? Yes well, that is the success of the program. We never would have let someone who is against us have that kind of power, but I'm afraid it was mere accident that you survived. You see, we have been running tests for almost a year now, and you are the only surviving test we have." Dr. Gerris said with a shrug.
A horrible thought occurred in Hawkeye's mind. "Wait, you've been running these tests on humans? And no one's survived till now?" anger started swelling, and before he could let go of the arrow, an explosion sounded nearby, knocking everyone to there feet.
Hawkeye quickly jumped back up, when a sudden prick came to his neck, and he pulled a dart away from the sting. Cursing under his breath, he searched frantically for his bow that had been flung out of his hand from the explosion, before whatever drug set in, but it was too late. He felt his body start to go limp, and his legs faltered.
He saw hovering over him, as another explosion, closer than the previous one, caused his vision to shake.
As his body was lifted onto something, he heard the scientist whisper in his ear. "it seems your friends are trying to rescue you after they hadn't heard from you in awhile, even though you won't remember a thing when you wake up. Let's remove locations, shall we? , And we'll even take your precious bow, so no trace is left behind."
Just as blackness took him, he heard someone shout, "MOVE OUT! ALL TRACES CLEAR!" and he fell under.
When his mind finally stopped surging he stood up from the pain the flashback had caused.
His mind echoes all the information he had just heard.
Okay, first things first, what do you all know now? he told himself, as his mind started to ease from the pain.
1. You need to find your bow and arrow.
He straightened up and started tearing the room apart. It wasn't the same room from his memory, but similar. When he suddenly spotted a pile of charts and x-ray photos laying floppily on something.
Hawkeye quickly shoved them away to see his precious bow and quiver full of arrows resting undamaged, and untouched.
The feel of the familiar object made him sigh with relief. He smoothly slung his quiver to hang behind him, and held his bow firmly in one hand, checking the mechanics to make sure the rotating quiver still worked. Then focused back on his state of thinking…
2. You know of someone called Coulsen, and something called Shield.
Whatever the heck that meant. He still had no clue.
3. Some crazy scientists did lab work on him.
That might explain how he can now dodge bullets and knock someone out cold with one punch. But why was he with the scientist in the first place?
4. Before getting knocked out by some drug, Dr. Gerris had mentioned that someone was coming for me. Who could it be?
Maybe it was Coulsen? Hawkeye had no idea, but his motto for the present was 'don't trust anyone'.
So whoever knew him before his memory loss was gone, is never going to be able to make him believe them.
5. The scientist had told me he was moving locations, meaning this isn't where the memory had happened. So where?
His mind was racking for any scrap of memory, but his whole mind was scattered. He knew bits and pieces here and there, but nothing had attached at all yet, making him weary.
Giving up on trying for a number six, he hopped back out the window, and started trekking back towards the park. He figured that he might want to get a few more hours of sleep before setting off on his journey tomorrow.
Apart of him told him that he should go look for anyone he knows, but he was against it. For all he knew, someone could trick him, tell him that they know who he was. Hawkeye refused to let anyone else play with his mind ever again, and he had a feeling this wasn't the first time he'd said that.
Tomorrow, he would set out to find Dr. Gerris. If he found the scientist who took his memory, he just might find his memory too.
And he would not show any mercy on the scientist.
The Hawk, was out for blood.