Claire Keane

@theartofmadeline
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@kid-barton
Nothing felt right----- something felt off.
Francis seemed to spin into consciousness his eyes flashing red as he was surrounded by a pool of red. Tons of red. It didn’t seem to end. His hands shook as he looked down at them, his eyes flashed around the room, bare nothing on the walls but random splatters and then---- a body. His breathing picked up as he got up to see who it was. The face was blurred, unidentifiable but enough to cause a panic. Suddenly a loud bang rang in his ears causing a large headache to immerse and he was tackled to the floor. His eyes flashing to the body---- bodies. More than one. Who did this.
FRANCIS BERNARD BARTON, YOU ARE UNDER ARREST FOR THE MURDER OF----
“I didn’t do it!” he yelled but the men didn’t seem to listen. He was dragged out of the room, bloody, bruised but not a scratch on him. His eyes landed on the crowd that formed outside the building. Strangers mostly crowded but there they were---- his family. They looked angry, at him. This wasn’t right. “I didn’t kill anyone,” he let out as he was stuffed into a van where he sat with four other men. He was dangerous, he knew the protocol. He spent days in a cell, alone, no one trusted the murderer. Sure, there were all kind of men here but Francis was supposed to be a good guy. Everyone picked on him but nobody messed with him because some knew what he was capable of and others didn’t want to find out. The sentencing was easy---- GUILTY. He was to be sent into a maximum security facility and was to be killed in two weeks time. “I’m innocent,” he begged but only received the looks of disgust by the jury. No visitors. No yard time. No contact. He was treated like an animal. He almost felt bad for the villains that were locked up. Where he was, he was hated---- son of Hawkeye and Mockingbird. The fuck up who somehow killed and ended up in a maximum security facility some even expected him to escape somehow but if he really did kill those people he should be locked up. He felt the urge to escape, to punch a guard, to make tunnel through the walls----- why was he this way? Two weeks felt like an eternity, he saw a guard open up and tell him, “Write your last meal here.” Francis just stared at the paper, not even acknowledging the man just feeling death’s cold brush up against his spine. He refused to eat, to even look out at the little light that came through his peep hole. Nothing made sense. He wasn’t a murderer. The time was here. He was left alone, to walk, guards respecting him and letting him walk alone. The chair was still used here---- injections were outlawed and the chair seemed like the better suit. Francis refused to enter the room turning the guards, “You’ve got to believe me. I didn’t kill those people. I was framed. None of this makes sense.” They didn’t listen, they were like robots, this was their job. He placed into the chair, shaved his hair and restrained him despite his struggle with the men. Francis was weakened by a punch to the gut, he sat in place, five restraints placed in different parts of his body. Sponge placed on his head and the cap on his above, mouth guard making him gag slightly. This was it. Systems checked. Curtain opened. Everyone was there----- they looked saddened. “Mom--- Dad---- Alissa,” he called out but they all turned away. He was hated. He was a disgrace. He had to die.
3----2----1
Minor shock was administered followed by a larger shock in which his screams were muffled by the guard. His body was used to pain, unbearable pain but this was too much to handle. He heard a sob then it went blank---- dark.
ofsavagelight:
“The meaning behind both statements are the same, are they not?” Roxanna replied, a smirk finding it’s way onto her face. “Though I supposed you make a good point. Maybe I’ll stick to saying that around people with thicker skin.” She paused as if thinking over what she wanted to refer to him by. “If I were to call you Frankie then you may call me Roxi.” She finally offered, after some actually consideration. Very few people had gotten away with calling her by that name, but he was amusing so far so she didn’t see why not give him the choice. “The result of this situation being the two of us meeting, of course. Also the fact that I have learned you may be the one to go to when I want to get someone…off my case, as some would say.”
He shrugged his shoulders at her comment, trying to wrap his head around it. “Good luck finding some of those, I’d stick with the fifth years although they do love to argue.” He smiled followed by a slight nod of his head, “Deal, Roxi it is.” She seemed nice enough, she was at least trying. Sometimes, he was assuming, that children of villains had a harder time assimilating into society and the most noticeable way was they way they referred to the public. “There are better people for that, some won’t even react, I’m just a guy with a bow. Nothing impressive.”
blind-x-bat:
Hearing the tone in his voice, he assumed the boy was trying to keep his spirits up. A candy striper? He didn’t know the school had those. Though he seemed nice from the sounds of it. He took in a deep breath to take in his scent. Confirming that he didn’t recognize whoever this was. “As well as someone can be in my position.” He replied softly, “It’s nice of you to visit me.”
The other guy looked sad, well it was the hospital so it was something that happened with everyone that stepped in with a stretcher. The nurses looked grateful that someone came, they knew he usually helped out even if it was just with ice chips. That was something, right? “That’s true,” he nodded his head. “It’s no biggie, I tend to do it every once in a while when I’m not in here myself. Takes a load off the nurses and the people in here tend to like conversation.”
blind-x-bat:
Donnie sipped on his coffee. Still dressed in the infirmary pajamas, his uninjured and therefore unwrapped wing was neatly folded against his back. Mimicking the one that was stuck like that.
“Good morning,” The blind man said as he heard someone pull up a chair to sit with him.
Usually after big events in the school, he liked to check up on the infirmaries and see how people were doing. It was a good way to meet new people as well. He entered and noticed many of the patients were sleeping except one so he decided to keep him company. “Morning,” he told the oher with a smile. “how’re you holding up?”
of-assets:
She frowned as he shushed her, not liking what he was saying. Alissa knew he was right in certain aspects, even if she didn’t like it. Upon graduation they’d all receive assignments, some teams and some solo missions. Realistically she knew the likelihood of her getting a solo or two team assignment with her brother was what made sense. But she still had years before that happened. Frankie…things were happening fast.
The brunette winced at his words, the pang in her chest having nothing to do with her wounds. “You’re right. They need you..” I need you. She wished she could say it, but timing was never in their favor anymore, perhaps it was too late. “But…listen. You’re talented, Fury knows that. Your dad and my mom and Uncle Steve and them were an unlikely team. Who knows what’ll happen.” Please, stay. She wanted to tell him. But she couldn’t. Probably never would, not if it would keep him from being a hero.
He was horrible at wording things--- it was a weakness. He was getting better but usually he did tend to speak whatever was on his mind. He could be crude and insensitive. The ever impending truth of his future hung over his head wasn’t something he could ignore. He had to face the truth now and admitting it out loud made it true.
He knew he had to leave his family, friends and other loved ones. It was going to be hard, he didn’t know how he’d be out in the real world. He nodded his head not daring to look at her face. He knew it’d hurt. He continued to maneuver with the girl in his arms as she continued to speak, “They still left for months on end---- it’s gonna happen.” His eyes focused on the road ahead until they reached the large vehicle.
ofsavagelight:
It was peculiar how the other student seemed to back down as soon as he had appeared. Part of her wondered if he had some sort of influence and power at the school. He could prove to be useful if that was the case. “It may be a new way, but that doesn’t make it any less true. How would you put it though?” Her eyes went tot he mug in his hand taking note that it was coffee before looking back up at him. “It is a pleasure to meet you, Francis Barton. Or would you rather have me call you Frankie as well?” Sticking her hand out, Roxi allowed a carefully crafted smile to appear on her face. “And I can not complain too much about the circumstances. After all they led to some interesting results.”
Being a fifth year had it’s perks, for one he was almost gone from that place. Being an Avenger kid wasn’t that bad of a thing either, people admired the archer, he only had a bow and arrow and despite no one admitting it, his wit. “Not worth your time? I don’t know, sayin’ it how you say it makes it seems like everyone’s a peasant.” He shrugged his shoulders before taking a sip from his now lukewarm coffee. “Up to you really, I don’t have a preference.” He changed the mug onto his left hand as he shook the other’s with his right. “And what interesting results are those?”
of-assets:
She winced, flashing back to the moments they’d pull her from the cage. “They asked lots of question, about all of us, what we can do. Didn’t say anythin’ tho–” Alissa mumbled, closing her eyes as if it would block out the rest of the outside noise besides his voice.
Still in a bit of a haze, her eyes flashed open at his next words. “No—don’t go.” She whined softly, uncharacteristically weak in that moment. She’d just gotten him back in her life, he couldn’t leave yet. But she had faith. “They’ll keep you close, no? No use sending you far away when they could assign you to a team here in DC or New York.” A pause. “Unless you wanted to leave..” Alissa couldn’t stop him then, not if it would make him happy.
“Didn’t think you would.” He knew Alissa was wrong and despite hating to admit it she was perfectly trained for these types of situations. They all were, but she was one of the strongest of the Avenger kids. He didn’t expect any less from her in fact. Her reaction caught him slightly off guard, shushing her for a moment. Her head must’ve been killing her and speaking--- whining wasn’t going to help her. “You know they have complete say, if they send agents who have children around the world do you think they’re gonna listen to me? I’ll be back--- from wherever they send me.” He furrowed his brows, “You know I don’t want that---- my siblings need some kind of a family but what can I do?”
mygoldenfury:
“Fine then it’s nothing else.” She shrugged, biting back a smirk. Letting out a laugh, she rolled her eyes. “Yeah, it’s you. You’re losing it kid. We’re really not that complicated, you’re just a dumbass. So who’s the girl?” Margot grinned back before reaching over to take a swing, punching his knee. “Fuck off! My mole is cute. Adorable! Please, I wear 4 inches or I wear nothing.”
“I don’t like you that much right now, bring back nice Margot.” He let out a light huff at her comments, knowing they were probably true. “You guys are totally complicated. I might need to go back to older women. No one in particular, just in general.” His instinctual reaction was to narrow his eyes, the Bartons had thick skin both physically and mentally. “It’s like the forgot to eat a piece of chocolate off your face. Even when training? Don’t think so.”
of-assets:
She leaned her head against his chest, content for the moment to just allow him to carry her from the hell of that warehouse. “Didn’t tell them anything.” Alissa mumbled softly, knowing someone would ask eventually. “They tried…wanted things. Got nothin’”
It was a sad reality, how early on in life one could be taught to withstand torture. But it was her reality, and now all she wanted was food and her bed and to forget this happened. Her adrenaline was wearing down now, hazy as he carried her through agents and heroes that swarmed the building. “–’m glad you came. glad it was you.”
Everything seemed to slow for a bit, a feeling of relief flushing through him, not like before but now knowing for sure that everything was truly going to be fine. Now, he knew he could actually be a part of something good. He felt now as if he had a purpose. His train of thought was interrupted by her voice, looking down he furrowed his brows in confusion. “Didn’t tell them what?” He wondered, curiosity in his tone. “What did---- nevermind. Just rest, okay?” He’d have to tell Fury, this wasn’t going to be the last of their attacks. His main priority was getting everyone out of there, especially her. She’d been through enough. “Had to get out there eventually. Sooner or later they’re gonna send me out into the world.” The harsh reality hitting him---- soon he’d be sent out somewhere in the world away from everyone he cared about.
cap-rcgers:
{ @kid-barton } Steve was reading, sitting up in bed as he scrolled through news articles and feeds on his tablet. A week didn’t seem long, but so much had happened and the concept of idle resting wasn’t something he did. Not now, not with so much still a mystery. He was so wrapped into his reading that it took far longer than it should have to notice someone in the doorway.
And once he did look up, he smiled. Steve had seen Frankie at the warehouse, helping carry out Alissa and others to safety. It was something that made him proud, seeing how the boy had grown into someone so fit for a team, especially in the absence of his father. “Hey, kid. Good to see you.”
Francis was meaning to give the man a visit, even rescue him but he had daughters who were far too eager and scary to even try. He had seen though how hurt he actually was, it pissed him off a bit but it also reminded him of how serious everything actually was. He had to toughen up. Francis had been checking in on the injured those he knew and didn’t when it was only one person left on his list. He decided he needed his fifth cup of coffee now rather than later. He stood in the doorway waiting for the other man to acknowledge his presence, took quite enough. The smile--- a genuine one. He knew this was going to turn into one of those talked. He needed an Irish coffee instead. “Kid? So I’m still gonna be a kid even if i kicked ass? Okay sure.”
ofsavagelight:
At the new voice, Roxanna relaxed. She didn’t like her emotions resurfacing let alone other people noticing, but perhaps it would work to her advantage now. “I will not listen to them.” She confirmed, turning to meet his eyes. “Those who judge without knowing the facts or listening to the facts are unworthy.” Realizing that sounding cold wouldn’t be the best idea, she softened her gaze. “But thank you for your words. I am Roxanna Savage and you are?”
Tensions were high and those who didn’t understand the system did tend to blame the first villain kid they come in contact. She seemed to be one of them. The girl didn’t seem as bothered by the accusations as soon as he walked up. The other person backed down probably because of the blonde’s stature but he did also have a tendency to being the middle ground. “Unworthy?” He let out a huff, “That’s a new way of saying it.” He cocked his head, mug of coffee in hand, not sleeping wasn’t the best situation but people he cared about were in danger. “Yeah, no problem. Francis Barton, but everyone calls me Frankie. Nice to meet you, despite the circumstances.”
mygoldenfury:
“Oh sure. It’s adorable.” Margot agreed playfully, nodding along. Letting out a laugh, the woman rolled her eyes. “We do not want stability if we’re looking for a one night stand. Here’s a secret Barton, girls wanna get laid just as much as guys do. And we don’t always want the annoying phone call or complementary brunch afterwards.” The blonde pointed her pen at him, raising an eyebrow. “Your hairs the exact same colour as mine! Besides, think my mole makes me look very Marilyn. You’re just mad because I’m taller.”
“You can’t call it adorable anymore. It’s sexy now or nothing else.” He furrowed his brows at her comment, “Then why do you guys send mixed signals. One minute it’s super clear and the next it’s comments about the ex or shit like you’re gonna call me right? Or maybe I don’t know how to choose girls anymore. Am I losin’ it?” He let out a light grunt, “Mine is better. It’s like a messed up one too. It’s not even put in the right place. Just don’t wear heels and I’ll always be taller. Don’t say that.”
of-assets:
She could feel it, the way the dampeners being turned off brought back a swell of energy the serum often brought her. Her head still remained a bit fuzzy, but as he spoke his face came into clarity/ Those oh so familiar blue eyes meeting hers and bringing her back into the moment. “you came” Alissa mumbled, stating the obvious even as he scooped his arms up underneath her and lifted.
The brunette clutched at his shoulders at the movement, arms eventually wrapping around his neck to anchor herself. “How…how long were we gone for?” the days had blended together, the last count she’d had was around four or so. Alissa glanced at the others, relieved no one seemed to be on the verge of fatal. They would ALL make it home this time.
He knew it’d be a while until the serum kicked in so until then he’d remain by her side and by anyone else’s who needed him. It was the least he could do, after all he wasn’t one of the ones who had to endure their wrath. He nodded his head with a slight smile, not wanting to rile her up until she had enough time to heal.
He moved slow enough for her to get a grip but quickly enough to get out into safety. There were vans waiting for them along with the hellicarriers. “Shh, don’t think about it,” he muttered to her not wanting to upset her. The mission was a success and he knew everyone back at the academy would be pleased with the mission. It was the first thing the school didn’t entirely mess up.
She heard it before she saw it. Gunfire, the sound of bodies hitting one another and the cackle of a too familiar villain who stood above them all. She struggled to sit up, wincing as she scooted as far back from the bars as one could. Alissa turned, seeing Steve at least conscious, clutching the wound to his side as it bled sluggishly. She’d given him the jacket she’d worm hours before, pressing it to the injury that wouldn’t heal, not while those bars were up. She’d made it off easy in comparison, a few bruised ribs and some blows to the face that would heal with a bit of time. The dampeners seemed to be the worst, amplifying it all and making it hard to even rise to her feet.
The russian’s eyes swept the room, the ache in her chest easing just a bit at the sight of her friends and her mom and… him–Frankie was here. “Fr–” she was cut off, watching as he took a hit to the face. And yet within that same moment she watched as he took out the assailant with an arrow. A buzzing rang through and suddenly the weight on her chest lifted, and she felt a bit of energy pour back into her at its sensation. Home, they could go home. And suddenly his voice was above her, and she blinked slowly. “—. uhm…I think so? Haven’t really been able to try.” she rasped out, dazed.
The archer tried the best he could, his father wasn’t there anymore which was typical so he had to be on top of his game. He had to look over everyone’s back which wasn’t an easy thing to do. Despite all that, he got a rush. He felt energized and despite having received a punch to the jaw he could barley feel a thing. That’d come later. He was just about the rush to Steve because his wounds were severe but he knew his daughter would probably want to. He didn’t want any of them to die so he went to the person who he didn’t think he could live without--- in a way. As the cage was opened everyone looked relieved, those who could heal will now be able to. It was a success. Nobody was gravely injured. The tall blonde crouched down at her level, knees hitting the floor quickly and carefully examining her. She had been drained for weeks. She couldn’t stand, why did he even ask. “C’mon, I’ve got you.” He muttered carefully placing his arm on her back and another behind her knees, picking her up careful not to hurt her anymore.