Jeremy Barton: Bullseye

I looked up from the field and saw my parents smiling at me from the stands. Dressed as civilians, no one would ever expect that they were the famous Hawkeye and Black Widow, the two Avengers who had no "powers" at all. Well, Stark, but since it was his suit that did the work, that didnt count.

"Jeremy Barton, take your stance." The Announcer said. I grinned and looked at my target, stepped forward, raised my wooden recurve competition bow, sighted down the range and fired. Seconds later three arrows sank in a perfect triangle cluster, one at a time around the center of the target. Splitting arrows was all well and good, but it made a terrible noise and ruined my arrows.

"A Barton never misses," thats what my father always said. I grinned at the holes in my target as I took it down. A perfect score, from 50 yards no less. My dad came down and clapped me on the back.

"Good job Jeremy," He said, I grinned at him.

"Thanks Dad."

"You two want to be late for the party tonight?" My mom asked matter o' factly. "You need to get changed."

"What if I dont want to change, I like myself the way I am." My dad muttered as we headed for the car, I hid another grin as my mom kissed him on the cheek.

"We got the invitation from the Stark family themselves." Mom replied. "You need formal wear, we can either go home and change, or you two can change in the car, your choice."

It was not an empty threat, I noticed as I saw three clothing bags hanging in the back seat of our Ford Expedition. Two suits and a dress. I rolled my eyes and climbed in, pushing the bags aside to get by.


The party was already rocking as we pulled up. Climbing out, I saw my dad toss a valet the keys and help my mom out of the car. She looked nice in her floor length red dress with a slit down the side of the skirt, my dad just looked, fairly uncomfortable in his suit and tie, his eyes moving quickly, noticing everything. They were spies, they couldnt help it. I looked around too, noticing the guards at the entrance, the security camera placed at  the corner of the building, and the many people in formal attire milling around.

"Glad you could make it." Tony Stark himself said as he met as at the door. He looked the same as ever, he never changed his haircut, though it was starting to show hints of grey.

"Thanks for having us, Mr. Stark." Dad replied, shaking the offered hand.

"Pepper's going to want to see you..." Stark continued and I took the opportunity to get away from the adult conversation and see what was at the party in the way of dinner.

The End

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