#amelia barton

Biography:

She’s the youngest sibling in the Barton family.  

Older brother’s: Clinton “Hawkeye” Barton, and Charles “Barney” Barton

Born: Iowa, Barton Family Farm

Raised by her abusive aunt and uncle on the Barton Family Farm after the deaths of her parents at a young age, she spent her free time practicing gymnastics at the local high school to avoid her home life.  When she was fifteen, she joined Clint and Barney on their circus adventures as an accomplished acrobat.

During her time in the circus, she fell in love with fellow circus member, Buck Chisholm, who taught her how to shoot arrows and throw knives when her brothers deemed the practice “too dangerous”.

She was recruited by Clint shortly after he joined SHIELD as an undercover operative.  She was trained extensively by Natasha Romanoff who served as her supervising officer during the orientation period.  Eventually, she moved to SHIELD’s infiltration unit and became a bit of an icon when it came to obtaining information.  

In true Barton fashion, her success usually occurred by accident, but Amelia sums it up to skill when questioned by her fellow agents.  

More recently, Amelia relocated to an isolated piece of land in Pahoa, Hawaii, breaking off ties with SHIELD and her family.  No one knows definitively why she dropped everything five years ago, but her relationship with her brothers is best defined as “tense”.  

When she was later recruited by Steve, Clint, and Bucky after Natasha Romanoff’s disappearance, she slipped back into her training without too much difficulty to help her brothers find the infamous red haired spy.

Favorite Things

Favorite Song: “Tin Man” by Miranda Lambert

Favorite Food: Fried Chicken with lemon pepper seasoning

Favorite Alcoholic drink: Jack and coke

Favorite non-Alcoholic drink: sweet tea

Favorite Ice Cream flavor: Strawberry

Weaknesses:

Blue eyes

Abandoned Animals

Cutesy bird themed knick-knacks

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“You should get some sleep,” Clint’s voice broke the daze Amelia had fallen into while staring at all of the files for the mission.  

The younger Barton leaned back, giving a long stretch and sighed.  

“You’re one to talk,” she mumbled, closing her folder and tossing it to the top of a large pile nearby.  “You look like trash.”

Clint snorted, dropping to the empty seat next to his sister, leaning his head back against the cool metal siding of the jet.  

“I guess it’s easier said than done,” he agreed quietly.  Around the jet, the others had mostly crashed, including Barnes, which shocked Clint, as he’d been more fidgety than Clint was about the whole Nat situation.  

Clint, himself, had turned the jet to auto pilot to try and get some shut eye, but his mind kept playing over scenarios of what might be happening to Natasha, and he couldn’t let his body relax.  Not yet.

“I know you’re scared, but this is what I do, or well, did,” she offered him a small, reassuring smile.  “We’ll find her.  I promise.  It’s my job.”

Clint nodded to himself, his head still faced upward.  He had to remember that Mia had a stake in this as well.  The former agent probably had more undercover missions with the redhead than he’d had in his whole career.  Mia knew what to look for.  He swore that the women had some kind of psychic connection when it came to finding one another.  On more than one occasion one had tracked the other across borders without a single hint or clue.  

“Yeah,” he finally grunted, readjusting his posture to get a better look at his baby sister.  “Barney mentioned Chisholm.  You gonna be ok?”

It was slight, but he saw Amelia tense at the familiar name.  She closed her eyes a moment, the exhaustion that settled on her shoulders more evident now than it had been all day.  

“I’ve gotta be, right?” she noted dryly.  “Natasha is more important than some screwed up…”

Her voice trailed off as the siblings caught Barnes stirring in the cot across from them.  They silently watched as he slowly awoke, gazing around the silent jet in confusion.  

“What time is it?” he grumbled through a yawn.

Amelia looked expectantly at her brother, and Clint groaned, standing up and glancing at the controls up front.  

“About 4 am in New York,” the archer replied.  “We’ve got a little over 12 hours before we infiltrate the charity gala.”

“How far until we hit the city?” the former assassin questioned with a stretch, his gaze met Mia’s and he offered a small smile, earning a snort from the youngest Barton sibling.  

“About two hours,” Clint offered.  “May as well get some more sleep, Barnes.”

“Too late, I’m already awake,” Barnes yawned again and gestured toward the onboard coffee machine.  “Anyone else need some?”

“Be careful, Amelia will drink the whole pot if you let her,” Clint teased, flipping the small machine to life and dropping into a seat between Mia and Bucky.  

“My kind of woman,” Bucky shot a wink in Mia’s direction, but instead of finding a shy smirk, he was met with a glare from Clint.  

“I can’t believe you’re hitting on my sister in front of me,” Clint complained, grumbling as he scooped coffee grounds into a filter.  “I can’t believe you’ve got me making the coffee.”

“Don’t worry, Clinton,” Mia stood up and took the task over for her brother.  “I’ve taken a vow of celibacy from Bucky’s.”

“You said that in high school,” Barney’s sleepy voice carried through the cabin.  “Remind me what happened five years ago?”

“Go back to bed, Barney,” Mia threw a crumpled coffee filter at her oldest brother and finished starting the coffee.  “Nobody asked you.”

Bucky watched the exchange between the Barton siblings in amusement.  Even though they’d only been reunited a few hours before, the familial chemistry was still there.  Clint and Barney would pick on Mia, but fake hurt if she fired back.  

“…Which one of us is only working for the FBI because he’s a career criminal?” Amelia threw her hands on her hips and glared at Barney.  “That’s what I thought.”

“At least I didn’t fuck one,” Barney muttered, earning a slew of insults under Amelia’s breath as she poured herself and Bucky two mugs of coffee.

The Barton boys had picked up on another argument while Amelia settled into a seat by a window, staring at the patches of lights from the flyover cities as the jet soared through the otherwise silent night.  

“You’re welcome to use my cot if you’d like to try and get a little shut eye,” Bucky cleared his throat, stirring Amelia from her concentration.  She smiled, sipping at her beverage and shrugging.  

“I’m fine,” she admitted quietly.  “I wouldn’t be able to sleep anyway, now that Nat’s been pulled into all of this nonsense...  She has her own dysfunction, she doesn’t deserve to be dragged into ours.”

“Carnies, huh?” Bucky questioned in amusement.  “My ma always warned us about circus folk, but go figure they’re all actually criminals.”

Mia laughed, the sound a surprising reprise from the sullen expression and snark that she seemed to wear like armor.

“You do what you gotta do,” she explained.  “Clint and Barney didn’t become good shots because our parents paid for summer camp, but Clint’s saved the world a few times.  It all evens out.”

“What about you?” Bucky’s voice stayed low.  He was actually enjoying the more intimate conversation he was sharing with Amelia, much to his shock.  And if he was being honest, Amelia looked less like she was going to vomit from nerves.

“I’m nobody,” she hummed, downing the remainder of her drink in a swallow.  “Refill?”

“Clint wasn’t kidding,” he glanced at his barely touched mug as she poured more black liquid into her cup.  

“It’s easier than counting sheep,” Amelia chuckled, her gaze caught by the steam rising from the coffee.