[Scene One]
An arrow is being nocked into a bow. The archer behind firmly grips it tight as it was aiming towards the target. Clint Barton holds up a few arrows while mentoring his niece, Lila Barton, on shooting one."Okay, hold on. Don't shoot. You see where you're going?" Clint asks.
"Mhm," Lila murmurs.
"Okay, now let's worry about how you get there," Clint corrects his niece's foot to the proper position and adjusts her shooting stance. "Here. Can you see?"
"Yeah."
"You sure?"
"Mhm."
Clint pushes Lila's hair in front of her face while covering her left eye, "How about now?"Both Lila and Clint giggle, as the rest of Barton family have a picnic in the field beyond the tree with a target nailed to it. "Alright. Ready your fingers."
"Nice," Cooper grins at his brother.
"Nice throw, kiddo." Laura smiles at her sons.
"You go," Cooper cheers, then turns to his mom.
"Hey, you guys want mayo or mustard, or both?" Laura yells, turning to look at her daughter and brother.
"Who wants mayo on a hotdog?" Lila asks, disgusted.
"Probably your brothers," Clint jokes then turns to look at his sister. "Uh, two mustard, please! Thanks."
Laura turns to look at her youngest son. "Mayo or mustard?"
"How about ketchup?" Nathaniel asks.
"Ketchup?" She repeats and nods.
"Mind your elbow," Clint says quietly right before Lila releases the arrow and it hits the target directly in the bullseye. "Hahaha! Good job, Hawkeye. Go get your arrow."
"Hey, guys! Enough practice, soup's on!" Laura shouts as she turns back to the picnic table.
"Alright, we're coming; we're hungry." Clint looks behind him, but there's no one there, but dust being blown away by the wind. "Lila, let's go," Clint says as he starts to look around. "Lila?" Clint starts to move, picking up the bow she had. "Laura? Hey, Laura! Laura? Laura? Boys? Boys? Laura?"
Clint looks around in fear and confusion as lightning crackles in the distance.