<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/HlySd/avengers_hawkeye_by_jprart-d4o4a5s_zpse11602f5.png)</div><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><strong>Real Name</strong>: Clint Francis Barton<br/><strong>Alias</strong>: Hawkeye<br/><strong>Affiliation</strong>: S.H.I.E.L.D.<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Elevator shaft to Basement Floor<br/><strong>Tags</strong>: Black Widow (over comm), ?????? (NPC)<br/><strong>Battle Song</strong>: You're Going Down - Sick Puppies (http://youtu.be/O0M5D5OA-d4)<br/><hr/><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><strong>Hawkeye, basement is secured. I am heading to the sub-basement. The code is 4747.</strong><br/><br/>“Roger,” Hawkeye replied.<br/><br/>He had climbed out of the elevator car and was hanging several floors up from the car cable. As expected, the elevator car didn’t stop at the basement—that would have been too easy. Bracing the cable between his feet, he nocked an explosive arrow and watched through infrared lenses the heat signatures that entered the elevator car. The archer released the arrow and grasped the cable to brace himself from the blast. The car detonated sending shrapnel and a broken car tumbling in flames down the shaft. Sliding down the cable, he used the smokescreen from the explosion as cover as he nocked three normal arrows and started picking off one agent after another who were still standing before the doors. He managed to take down three before he released the cable to free-fall and avoid a spray of machine gun fire.<br/><br/>The breeze from his descent passed through his blonde hair. His heart was beating rapidly, the adrenaline flooding his system, though he was conditioned from experience to remain calm. Knocking another trick arrow, he fired a hookshot at the shaft ladder, catching one of the rungs. The cable went taut and Hawkeye was able to swing over to the ladder to make his way down the smoke-filled shaft to the basement floor. Grasping the doors, he bore his teeth as he used his strength to slide them open just wide enough for him to squeeze through. Once he was through, he noticed that the basement floor was much different than the corporate façade he had seen on the upper floors. The scientific, secret underground facility atmosphere was evident in its design.<br/><br/>Grasping his collar, he reported to Natasha, “I’m in the basement. I’ll be where you are in five minutes.”<br/><br/>As he stepped away from the basement doors, a figure, standing down the hall—opposite of his target rendez-vous point—was in his peripherals. Hawkeye watched him closely before his eyes darted to meet the figure only for him to catch an arrow in the shoulder.<br/><br/>“Agh!” Clint cried before he threw his body back against the elevator doors.<br/><br/>He pressed his back flat against the steel doors unable to see the shooter around the wall, which was a good sign for it meant the shooter was also unable to see him. His chest rose and fell with pained breaths as he reached up to grasp the arrow that was protruding from his shoulder and ripped it out. Biting back a cry, he flipped the arrow over to inspect the tip, and his eyes shrank in shock. A jolt of astonishment passed through his body as he gazed upon the bloody spade. The arrow had resembled his own. Mockingbird instantly began flashing before his eyes, and then the memories of his madness and grief as he spent a silent month in holding.<br/><br/>Clint was breathing more wildly now. His throat was dry and tears moistened his eyes but didn’t dare fall. He continued to stare at that arrow, his knuckles going white as he gripped it, his clenched fist beginning to shake.<br/><br/>“I don’t know who you are! But you’re fuckin’ dead! YOU’RE SO DEAD YOU HEAR ME MOTHER FUCKER?” Hawkeye screamed.<br/><br/>A familiar whistle passed through the hall as an arrow bit the wall just to Hawkeye’s left.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">BANG!</span></span><br/><br/>The wall exploded and the detonation had been so close to the elevator that the stranger was certain that he had vanquished the other archer.<br/><br/>“Yeah, I hear you. I just don’t care!” the archer replied.<br/><br/>Shouldering his bow, he turned and started down the hall convinced that his mission was complete when an arrow suddenly met his back.<br/><br/>“AAAAAGGGHHHHEEEENNN!” the other archer screamed as his body stiffened as a cage of electricity wrapped his nerves. He collapsed to the floor, smoking and twitching as he slowly tried to regain motor function.<br/><br/>Charging down the hall was Hawkeye, teeth clenched furiously. The other archer was unaware that Hawkeye could see his movements using the infrared mode on his glasses. He had saw his motions and took cover within the shaft before he had released the arrow. Clint tossed his bow against the wall and tackled the other archer. Rolling him over, his fist began to mercilessly hammer his face until blood began to moisten his knuckles.<br/><br/>“Who. The Fuck. Are. You!?” Hawkeye screamed for every punch.<br/><br/>Raising his hand to divert Hawkeye’s fist by grasping his wrist, he yanked him downwards as his knee propped up to meet the S.H.I.E.L.D. archer’s gut. A breath left Hawkeye’s lips on a harsh breath before the Hydra archer sat up to give him a strong right hook to the face.<br/><br/></span><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">"I am The Bowman!"</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://images1.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20120614052518/marveldatabase/images/2/25/1559433-superagentshydra2.jpg)</div></div><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;">Sliding out from under him, the Bowman rolled backwards to his feet and whirled around to flee down the hall. “If you want to avenge your whore-wife, then you better catch me! Ha, ha, ha!”<br/><br/>Hawkeye felt nothing but rage coursing like hot water through his veins, making him red-faced and boiling over. He had lost sight of the mission. It was completely forgotten in his anger to murder this <em>Bowman</em>. He rushed over to his bow to snatch it up and sprinted down the hall in blazing pursuit of the imitator.</span>