[ clint doesn't notice his new audience at first - that's the kind of thing that tends to happen when you've got your eyes closed and your head in the past. he's not in SHIELD headquarters at the moment, he's in the circus again, with bright colors and a different kind of handler and a bearded lady who he can barely understand sometimes who teaches him to dance because he's curious and wants to get his mind off a different kind of past.
(drunk father, kind mother, a car accident, walking in at the wrong moment, left on the road with not even his brother at his side)
the days when he'd first taken the 'hawkeye' name that'd follow him for the rest of his life, used his skill in archery to wow a tent full of men, women and children when he wasn't up on the ropes or trapeze with clara. past and present mix, collide in an unpleasant mash of noise and color and voices, and then the song ends, halting his steps. he takes a few steadying breaths, opens his eyes.
and sees steve rogers, captain america, leaning against a wall watching him. he straightens up almost immediately. ]
- Captain! [ it's blurted out, quick and uncharacteristically awkward. he clears his throat, makes himself relax, folds his arms over his chest and tries not to think about the fact that captain america now apparently knows that he's a flamenco dancer. that's more than a little embarrassing. ] It's, uh - good to see you, sir. Wasn't informed you'd be visiting today.
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(drunk father, kind mother, a car accident, walking in at the wrong moment, left on the road with not even his brother at his side)
the days when he'd first taken the 'hawkeye' name that'd follow him for the rest of his life, used his skill in archery to wow a tent full of men, women and children when he wasn't up on the ropes or trapeze with clara. past and present mix, collide in an unpleasant mash of noise and color and voices, and then the song ends, halting his steps. he takes a few steadying breaths, opens his eyes.
and sees steve rogers, captain america, leaning against a wall watching him. he straightens up almost immediately. ]
- Captain! [ it's blurted out, quick and uncharacteristically awkward. he clears his throat, makes himself relax, folds his arms over his chest and tries not to think about the fact that captain america now apparently knows that he's a flamenco dancer. that's more than a little embarrassing. ] It's, uh - good to see you, sir. Wasn't informed you'd be visiting today.