<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>: Basement Floor<br/><strong>Tags</strong>: Black Widow (over comm), The Bowman<br/><hr/><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;">Hawkeye watched The Bowman round the corner, and later he would curse at himself for making such a rookie move, but he followed. Having been sure and determined he would catch the killer, upon rounding the corner waiting for him was a squad of beekeepers. The archer’s eyes widened as he threw out his arms to slow his sprint. He felt his boots screeching a little as they gripped the floor to aid him in switching directions.<br/><br/>“Shoot him!” The Bowman ordered.<br/><br/>Clint was no super. He tried to be as evasive as he could, twisting his body around and leaping into the air in an impressive acrobatic display to build his momentum, but it hadn’t prevented him from getting shot just not as much. He landed in a stagger and The Bowman had nocked an arrow to hit his right calf so he’d have some difficulty escaping.<br/><br/>“Stop!” The Bowman commanded as Barton vanished in a stumble around the corner.<br/><br/>That attack had been a wake-up call for Clint as he laid there on his side, listening to his heart hammering in his ears. He was panting wildly before his muscles tensed up from the burning sensation in his deltoid and side, let alone the arrow protruding from his calf. He had fucked up.<br/><br/><em>Shit!</em> he thought. <em>Shit, shit, shit!</em><br/><br/>What was he going do? The entire building was rigged to explode. What could he do? If he escaped, then his wife’s killer would still be free and he would have no way to explain his reckless actions or to even prove to S.H.I.E.L.D. that Hydra also had an archer.<br/><br/>The Bowman watched the corner for a few minutes before he delegated two agents to run ahead of him and scope it out. “If he’s there, don’t kill him.”<br/><br/>As soon as the beekeepers passed the corner, The Bowman wasn’t surprised to see two arrows pierce their skulls.<br/><br/>“Heh, ‘guess he’s still there,” The Bowman chuckled. “I’ll handle this.”<br/><br/>Readying an arrow, The Bowman walked down the hall to the corner and stopped right at the edge. “Give up. You aren’t going to escape you know.”<br/><br/>“I rather go down fighting,” Hawkeye growled.<br/><br/>Clint fired a trick arrow at the wall, and the arrow shaft bent before it elastically rebounded in The Bowman’s direction. The Hydra archer just managed to side-step out of the way before he fired the arrow he had prepped. The tip sparked as it, similarly, ricocheted and struck Hawkeye in the chest. Clint cried as he lit up from the electrical shock. The arrow had immobilized him for the moment The Bowman needed to round the corner and kick the bow from his hand. He dropped on top of Hawkeye, placed one hand on the arrow in his leg and the other on his throat.<br/><br/>“You lose.” He then called over his shoulder. “I got him!”<br/><br/>Several soldiers sprouted around the corner and moved in to detain the archer. They hefted him off the ground, and there wasn’t a moment where a muzzle strayed from his body.<br/><br/>“Six versus one? You’re a bigger coward than I thought,” Clint chuckled exhaustedly.<br/><br/>“I take no chances,” The Bowman replied. He then stepped forward and grasped the zipper on Clint’s suit and pulled it down.<br/><br/>Clint frowned suspiciously, “What is this? You gonna rape my ass or somethin’?”<br/><br/>“Ha! Don’t compare me to the likes of you. I’m taking your suit,” The Bowman explained. He pulled the shock arrow out of the durable fiber, noticing how well-crafted the light armor had been. <em>Only a scratch. Nice.</em><br/><br/>“We know about what happened with Madame Viper. Your partner managed to escape with her and our caveman, but...they left you. You were all we needed,” The Bowman explained.<br/><br/>“What?” Clint questioned.<br/><br/>The Bowman paused in undressing the S.H.I.E.L.D. archer and straightened. He reached a hand up to his own green mask and removed it, and Clint’s face paled as it looked as though he was gazing into a mirror except that his reflection was cleverly smiling back at him.<br/><br/>The Bowman could tell by the look on Clint’s face that he had figured out the plan. “I’m going to be you, and you are going to be me.”<br/><br/>“The hell I am!”<br/><br/>“You won’t have a choice. We’ve been planning this for awhile, waiting eagerly for the right opportunity. You see, I had to kill your wife. I had called her a whore earlier, but she was quite lovely, and if there had been a way for us to swap sooner, I would have gladly taken your place as her husband. Fucking her would have been a treat. Unfortunately, life has a way of changing things for the worst. But let us not waste time. We know about the bombs your little widow placed all over and we have no intention of deactivating them. We’re going to let S.H.I.E.L.D. blow up this place and have their little <em>hoorah</em>. I’m going to enjoy watching S.H.I.E.L.D. kill you, heck I might kill you first.”<br/><br/>Clint was speechless. He was so stunned by how the mission was turning out. Once The Bowman had dressed into Hawkeye’s clothes, he ordered, “Get him out of here. This place is gonna blow. (using Clint’s voice)”<br/><br/>“I’m gonna find a way to break free, and I’m gonna come after you even if I got to get gun downed by S.H.I.E.L.D.”<br/><br/>The Bowman’s brows rose. “Oops! Almost forgot.”<br/><br/>He plucked Clint’s glasses from his face and put them on. “Fancy. Now go!”<br/><br/>The Hydra agents gathered The Bowman’s shed uniform and began their escape with Hawkeye. “Natasha will figure you out! She knows me! You won’t win!”<br/><br/>“Oh shut up,” The Bowman muttered under his breath. He shouldered Clint’s quiver and equipped his bow. “I’ll just kill her as soon as I rescue Viper.”<br/><br/>The new Hawkeye and the Hydra agents managed to evacuate the building in time. Hawkeye had simply reached the New York City surface and was running through the alleys. Grasping the communicator, he reported, “I’m clear. I’ll meet up with you soon.”</span>