Don't look back
Soon he reached the S.H.I.E.L.D. base and after a quick chat with the guard he was let in.
Clint spotted Phil before he was even out of his (Tony's, but let's not mention that ;) ) car which wasn't much considering that Phil stood 7 meters from him with a look that promised Clint a slow and painful death if it took any longer.
Clint generally thought of Phil as a nice guy but he could be scary as hell if he wanted to be.
"Hi Phil" He greeted uncertainly "sorry I'm late?".
"You missed your flight Barton. Unlike private planes, regular airplanes don't wait for lazy assassins"
For the second time that morning he saluted mockingly with a lopsided grin on his lips.
"Yes sir, understood"
Phil sighed deeply.
"Shut up Clint and get in the S.H.I.E.L.D. car"
"Hmm.... how about no?"
"Clint" Phil looked at him with a look of desperation
"Fine, fine. I'll get in the car"
After Clint was finally seated in said car Phil started driving.
1 minute later his superior spoke up.
"You give me a headache Barton" he spoke and rubbed his head to prove his point.
Clint grinned "No problem Sir, I do it with pleasure".
"That's no news"
"Ooohh, getting sassy now, are we?"
"Clint?"
"Yeah?"
"Shut up" and soon added was "again"
Clint was full on smirking now and Coulson felt the need to smack the brat against his head.
Then he realized he was Phil freaking Coulson and did just that.
"Ow! what was that for?" Clint yelped.
Phil didn't answer but now wore the smirk instead.
"Ass" Clint muttered.
Phil almost couldn't hold back the smile forming on his lips.
"You're talking about yourself, I assume?" Phil said as seriously as he could.
"Haha, very funny. Love you too" Clint punched his shoulder playfully.
"I don't recall saying such thing"
"You should. I'm awesome"
Now let's look at what Phil thought of Clint.
Clint annoyed him. A lot.
But at the end of the day the archer was like family to him.
Despite that Phil couldn't hold back a deep sigh.
"You're hopeless"
Clint already opened his mouth to reply but Coulson cut him off before he had the chance to speak by changing the subject.
"Anyway, your flight now leaves in 40 minutes. It's 20 minutes to the airport. Oh, and your stuff is in the back. I suggest you read through the file once more."
Phil knew that the only way to keep Barton quiet was to keep him busy.
Unfortunately for him this didn't always work.
Phil sent a quiet prayer to God that it would be the first.
Luckily for him it was.
Well..... for 10 minutes.
Then Clint spoke up.
"Phil?"
"Yes, Agent Barton?"
"What exactly am I supposed to do in Beacon Hills? Especially as a high school senior?"
"That stands in the ..."
"Yeah, yeah. The file" Clint interrupted him "But it says something along the lines of 'something fishy is going on, find out what it is and solve it' and the many reports of mysterious deaths. But how am I supposed to do that as a high school student? I get that I look young but wouldn't it be handier if you'd sent me or someone else as an adult? They'd let me access things easier then they would let a 17 1/2 year old"
Clint did have a point there.
"That's true, but it all happens with and around people 'your age'. Also if you'd get caught, I know you won't but still, they'd trust you easier and let you go. We also bought the house next to the sheriff's. As you can read he has a son Stiles. He's a smart kid who breaks into his father's computer, phone and such sometimes. He goes to the same school as you so if you can you should try to make friends with him. If he trusts you he'll perhaps show you some of what he finds" Phil told him.
"Ahh, that makes sense" and Clint was quiet again.
Shortly after they arrived at the airport.
Phil parked the car and both got out.
Phil handed him the bag that contained everything he would need.
"You'll have to hurry. The plane leaves soon" Phil said and handed him his ticket and passport "good luck"
"Thanks" Clint smiled and started to walk away.
Then he remembered something and turned around.
"Phil, quick question. The car?"
He had asked for a special car to drive while he would be in Beacon Hills.
Phil replied with a small smile "It's waiting in the parking lot of the airport there. The keys are in the bag"
"Great! Bye then!"
"Don't screw it up Barton"
Clint grinned "I would never"
He waved and walked away for real this time
Clint quickly went to the where the plane would depart and soon he was on it.
He had a seat at the window and, as his neighbour fastened the seatbelt of the small uncomfortable chair they all sat in, Clint agreed with himself that private planes were way better.
Nevertheless, he fastened his seatbelt.
To say he wasn't used to flying in a normal plane would be an understatement.
Clint had never flown when he was a kid due to the fact that neither his parents nor Barney could afford it.
When he had left the circus he had flown a few times but always hidden somewhere on the plane because well let's be honest, he couldn't afford it either.
As soon as S.H.I.E.L.D. had signed him he had learned how to fly a Quinjet and he'd never taken the regular plane since.
Clint sighed as he waited for the plane to take off.
It took a really long time and despite being the world's best sniper he was very, and I mean Very, bad at sitting still.
When they finally did leave, he couldn't wait 'til they landed.
Unfortunately the flight would take over 8 hours.
Taking a good look at his neighbour, he decided that the man wasn't a threat and let himself relax.
He didn't sleep though.
He was too scared of getting a nightmare and then having to explain why he, accidentally, killed his neighbour who tried to wake him.
Instead he chose to just look out of the window and enjoy the view.
8 and a half hours later a very relieved Clint Barton picked up his bagage and walked to the parking lot.
It was crowded and normally he would be really suspicious of everything that moved even the tiniest of bit off.
However, today he didn't feel the need and decided just to keep an eye out for real threats.
Soon he found the spot where the car of his dreams was parked.
He whistled through his teeth and ran light fingers over the car.
It was a black Chevy Impale '67 and damn she was beautiful!
Clint had never taken much interest in cars but once he had seen a young man driving the Chevy and he had fallen head over heels for the car.
When he was asked what kind of car he'd like for this mission he had named the Impala as fast as humanly possible.
Clint had been worried that Coulson might have picked a red or white edition so he was glad to see that the car was a beautiful shade of black.
He threw his stuff in the trunk and slid into the driver's seat.
He smiled when he turned the motor on and could practically feel it purr under his butt.
If nothing happened in Beacon Hills, which is what he expected, he could drive around for hours in the car and never get tired of her.
He slowly drove out of the parking lot and after 2 short hours he was very close to Beacon Hills.
Clint saw the sign coming up that welcomed him to the town.
He felt a strange tingeling under his skin.
It felt like something bad or exciting was going to happen but he didn't know what the feeling really meant.
As he drove closer and closer to the border he felt the tingeling sensation increasing and his blood pressure rise.
What on earth was happening to him?
He was just driving to a border, that's nothing dangerous.
Clint shook his head once as if to shake the feeling off...
Then he crossed the border...
It was like a thunderbolt hit him all of the sudden.
He felt lightheaded and had to try his best not swerve on the road.
He pulled of the road.
He breathed in and out slowly in an attempt to calm himself.
Clint couldn't control the feelings that were now flowing through him.
Fear, anger and power..?
What had just happened?
Why hadn't this happened when he had visited a few years ago? Why now?
He felt incredibly weird and wished Natasha was with him.
She'd have known what to say and what to do.
Clint pulled himself together as well as he could and drove off again.
It was starting to get dark as he pulled up on the driveway of his new temporary home.
The house was pretty big, with brown brick walls and a slightly raised front porch.
The garden wasn't much but he immediately started thinking of ways to at least make a training area and perhaps some traps for intruders.
He'd have to set them up the way no one could see them or go off whenever a neighbour/possible friend came in his garden.
Lucky for him Phil had packed some high tech Stark equipment so he should be able to make some good ones.
Clint nodded approvingly to himself.
He'd get started on that in the morning.
Right now he felt like sleeping for a long time.
He could actually do that he realized.
School wouldn't start for another day so he'd have tomorrow to sort all his stuff out.
As he got out of his car he didn't notice the figure watching him through a window in the house next door though.
Stiles had watched as a car pulled up and had excitedly looked out the window in hope of catching a glimpse of his new neighbour.
He knew that it was single man but that was about it so he dialled up his friend Scott with a grin when he saw the car door opening.
It was already pretty dark so it was hard to see the man's face.
The man got his bag out of his trunk and walked towards his front door.
As the man stood in front of the door and the automatic lights flickered on, Scott answered "Hi Stiles, what is it this time?"
Stiles didn't answer. His jaw had dropped to the floor.
The light illuminated the man's face and damn he was hot!
He was perhaps a year or two older than Stiles with short dirty blond hair and had a jaw line to kill for.
"Stiles?" Scott asked through the phone "You with me?"
The man openend the door, stepped inside and closed it behind him which put him out of Stiles's line of sight
This snapped Stiles out of his trance.
"What? Did you say something?"
Scott sighed on the other end of the line.
"I did. I asked what the world ending problem was this time" his friend said dramatically.
Stiles, not hearing the slightly sarcastic edge on his voice, happily told him.
"So you know that I'm getting a new neighbour right? Well, he just arrived"
"And why is it so important that I'm called? Is he God?"
"Dude, he could as well be. He's like super hot"
"God bless us, He has finally send someone to fulfil all your dreams. Run outside and ask him to marry you"
Stiles stuck out his tongue then realized his friend couldn't see him and said unhappily "you're mean".
Scott snickered "Aww, sorry Stiles. You could also always try the Derek method. You know, stalk him creepily all day and night."
"I guess I'd better go imitate sourwolf then. Night Scotty"
"Night Stiles".
Scott hung up and Stiles immediately set an alarm on his phone.
If he'd wake up in time perhaps he could say hi to his new ridiculously handsome neighbour.
Soon he was lying in bed and stared to the ceiling of his room.
Maybe this guy was actually nice and they'd get along really well.
Maybe....
Stiles closed his eyes and drifted of to sleep.
Clint, at this moment at least, was still awake while the teenager next door fell asleep.
He didn't have a lot of stuff with him so he didn't bother with most of the content of his bag but he took out his weapons carefully and cleaned and sharpened them as good as he could.
They were the only ones he had with him so he would have to be very careful with them.
After a good while he was finally done and decided that testing the bed would be a great idea.
Changing clothes could be done later.
Of course as soon as his head hit the pillow he felt his eyelids drop.
The strange tingeling feeling was still there but he was too tired to really care and with a final thought of fuck it he closed his eyes completely and fell asleep.