The Red Room

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"Oh, I'm sorry! I'm a huge fan of yours." Killer stuttered. "Please, come in."

A man walked in that I recognized as Hawkeye from my studies. The archer Avenger. He had a grave look on his face. He stepped into the house and locked eyes with me. "You." He pointed at me and everyone turned to face him.

"Me?" I asked.

"Yes, you need to come with me." He walked towards me threatening as if he was ready to use force to take me with him.

"What? Why? What's happening?"

"That promise your mom made you years ago. I'm here to fulfill it." He said like it should be obvious.

"My mom?" I said slowly. "You know her?" I didn't even know who my mom was, how did he?

"Yeah, you're Natasha's kid, right?" He gestured to my red hair.

"Oh." I looked at Morgan. "No, that's him."

"Oh, my bad." He straightened his bow on his back. "The red hair through me off." He mumbled.

He turned to Morgan. "You need to come with me. She promised you would get to live with us when you turned eighteen, so I'm adopting you."

Morgan looked troubled. "Sorry, but I don't think I can go with you. I'm kind of a fugitive right now."

"I promised Nat I would get you away from your awful dad if something happened to her and she couldn't. Also, welcome to the club, kid." Hawkeye said.

"I am away from my awful father. A lot happened in a short amount of time and now I probably won't ever see him again." Morgan told him.

"Listen, kid, this is the last thing I promised her I would do. I just need you to go with it, okay? I can't fail her again." Clint got in his face looking dangerously angry. I stood up from my stool.

"I'm sorry, Mr Barton, but I'm fine where I am. The whole reason she wanted to take me was so I could get away from my father. I've done that. I'm fine. Thank you." He said assertively.

"Morgan, isn't this what you wanted?" I asked him. Wasn't he just telling me last night about how much he wanted this?

"No, I want to live with my mom. If she walked through that door right now I would listen, but there's no way I'm leaving you to go with him." He lowered his voice.

I nodded. Clint did not. "That's all great and wonderful, but she's not going to walk through that door because she's gone. I'm sorry, okay? It's my fault you'll never see her again. So let me do this for you, please." The pain in his voice was very clear. He regrets whatever he did that caused her death to the full extent.

Killer walked over to Morgan slowly and placed a hand in his shoulder. "Morgan, this could be a great opportunity for you. I think you should reconsider." Her voice was calm and supportive like she cared about him. It took everything in me not to tackle her to the ground and punch her until her pretty little face was unrecognizable.

I clinched my fists and took a deep breath. "How about we let Morgan make a decision on his own. He's perfectly capable." I glared at her and then looked at her hand resting now on Morgan's back and then gave her a look that said if she didn't remove it I would.

She didn't flinch. "I know he is." She said through gritted teeth. "I was just helping out. Maybe if you weren't so selfish you would let him take this opportunity instead of just worrying about him leaving you." She glared back.

"I'm not going anywhere!" Morgan yelled standing up and walking out the front door.

I gave Killer a look I hoped would be affective enough to hurt her before I followed him. I heard Clint cursing as I went out the door, but I didn't care, I had to focus on Morgan.

"Morgan!" I called after him. "Please wait."

He pretended not to hear me and continued on the path I took the night before when I was so upset and filled with rage. Now it was his turn on this path. I couldn't let him reach the end that I had.

I ran to catch up with him and did so easily. I positioned myself in front of him so he would stop. "Morgan, please."

He finally obeyed. "I just don't get it, Iz. Why does everyone think they have control over my life? Why is it that every time something should be my decision it's not?" He ran his fingers through his dark hair. "First I was dumped with my father. No one asked me where I would rather be. Then The Red Room decides I shouldn't be alive in case I try to fight against them. I didn't even know they existed! And now some friend of my mom's says I have no choice but to go with him! It's like everyone else shapes my life and I just have to go along with it!" He yelled. "I'm sick of that! I'm choosing to stay here and no one is going to tell me otherwise!"

I looked in his furiously beautiful sea green eyes. "I know, Morgan. You get to run your life from now on." I gave him a weak smile. "I'm sorry for causing a scene with Killer."

He looked into my eyes and melted into my arms. "It's okay, there was already a scene." He buried his face in my shoulder and took a deep breath. "Geez."

"What?" I smirked.

He pulled away so he could see my face. "I love you."

I smiled. "I love you too." We walked hand in hand back to our new home.