Chapter 30 ━━ No Man Is Perfect, Bro

This is going to be the last chapter of act 2 of this story.
We are going to learn more about Hedeon's past life, how he works for his redemption, new faces and more Helena moments!
Enjoy!

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Outside, Clint decides to build a little fire and drops the Ronin suit onto it while Kate watches him from behind. Heather is standing casually at the door frame, hands in his pockets with his usual cocky grin. 

"So should I say a few words or…" Kate jokes. "...Can I ask you something?" 

"Yeah, sure." Clint nods at her to continue. 

"What do you think of 'Lady Hawk?" 

"Yeah, that’s terrible."

"Hawk Eve?" 

"No, that’s worse."

"Damn, okay. Hawk Shot. Like 'hot shot.' But you know, 'Hawk' or maybe 'Lady Arrow?" Kate suggests her superhero name list and Heather chuckles with amusement. 

Clint shakes his head with a grimace. "None of those." 

"Okay, fine." Kate sighs.

"You know what, actually, I have an idea." Clint says and turns to the young archer. "How about we share the same codename?" 

"Wow." Kate’s eyes widen where her eyes almost pop out of her eye socks. "Really?" 

"Hawkeye, huh? Two Hawkeyes. I bet that is a bit confusing. Isn't it?" Heather states his opinion. 

"Nonsense. The world is big enough for two Hawkeyes. For now, at least." Clint reassures the Bishop girl. "Think about it. I'm gonna head inside. It's freezing out here." 

"I'll be back. Maybe Barn-meister can show me around, if it's okay with him?" 

"Why not?" Heather shrugs casually. "I have nothing to do anyway." 

"Shall we, my lady?" He offers his arm trying to be the polite gentleman as Clint walks off into the house. 

Kate giggles before linking her arm into his. "We shall, Mr Barn-meister." 

After showing around the Barton Homestead, Heather and Kate finally enter the barn, both of them heavily discussing Heather's past life in the red room. 

"So your father controlled your mind to kill your cousin and uncle?" Kate questions, aimlessly walking around the barn. 

Heather sighs deeply. "That's not the worst, I slept with Karina before I murdered her. I strangled her to death with my bare hands and fucking enjoyed it." 

Kate pauses to glance at the supersoldier with wide eyes. "You slept with your cousin?" 

He crings at the awful memory, he leans his back to the tractor and explains. "My father made sure I had no connection with my mother's relatives. So neither of us knew each other then. I had no idea of their existence. I had no control over myself either. I didn't know what I was doing, until the damage was done. I didn't even know which part of my mind was really me. I didn't knew that I destroyed my mother's sister's family like it was nothing." 

Kate walks over to him with an unknown expression. "How do you feel about it?" 

"I feel disgusted with myself." Heather runs his hand through his hair, exhaling the exhaust. "There are two types of people in this world. Those who are screwed and those who are not screwed. I'm very grateful to say I'm in neither but my custom made fucked up category." 

"No man is perfect, Hedeon. You have to accept it one way or another. You had no reason to help me. You didn't have to stay behind to clean up my mess. But you stayed. That is what good people do." Kate softly reassures, placing her hands on his shoulders to encourage him. "It doesn’t matter who you were in the past. All that matters is who you are now and who you are going to be in the future." 

"Thank you." He finally says. 

"For what?" 

"For understanding my shit. It really means a lot to me." 

She looks back at him, and there is a softness in his eyes. His eyes are glistening in the light. Although his eyes are soft, she notices the feelings behind them, as if he is longing for something. 

More like someone and she knows that someone isn't her. 

Kate touches her forehead to his, placing a hand on his cheek. As much as she loves to make the beautiful human in front of her as hers, she knows that his heart is already taken by a certain blonde Widow. But that doesn't stop her wanting to kiss him for the last time. Just this time. No strings attached. No heartbreaks. Just one last time.

So she makes the first move, pulling him closer to her this time, her lips meet his. 

Heather stays shocked, not really expecting a bold move from her. 

Kate puts her hand on the back of his head, desperately waiting for him to react. 

Taking the hint, he responds, kissing back this time. It is a sloppy kiss. There's not any sparks or magnetic attraction working in between them like it is when he kisses Yelena. Damn. He is already comparing. 

Heather's hands move down to her hips lifting her up and caging her in between the tractor and him. 

Wrapping her legs around his waist, Kate hums, deepening the kiss. Their lips moving hungrily and desperately on their own accord. And neither of them notices Clint Barton marching into the barn. 

"Barney, do you have the watch-" Clint voices, only to cut himself when he notices and the two friends pull away instantly in the presence of the Avenger. "When did this happen?" 

"Nothings happening." Kate states, jumping off the tractor. 

"Whoa. Hold on. Something's kind of happening." Heather remarks. 

"Well, that's the case, huh?" Clint crosses his arms over his chest with a deep serious face. "Shoot me again." 

"Yeah. I don't know what you're doing grabbing and kissing me like that. I'm always a little surprised by myself. I have to get somewhere. I'll see you later, Clinton." Heather hands over the black-market watch with the S.H.I.E.L.D. insignia and Agent 19 engraved below it. He then turns to the girl with a fake disappointed face. "Really, Katy Perry?" 

Kate chokes her own laughter, covering it up with a cough. 

"Barney." 

"Yeah?" 

"You're full of shit!" 

"Oh, yeah." He sarcastically puts his thumbs up to his brother and begins to jog away when he hears Clint’s voice again. 

"Your present is in your bedroom. Go find it!"

When Heather enters his bedroom, he directly moves to the wrapped box perfectly laying on his bed. With curiosity and a little bit of excitement, he unwraps the box to find a box of condoms. It is obviously a joke from Clint. 

"Motherfucker." He snickers, shaking his head with amusement. But then again, from the corner of his eyes, he notices a movement in the dark corner of the room. 

In seconds, he goes into action, grabbing his retractable sword from the desk beside him and pointing it at the stranger, preparing himself for any possible attack. 

However, as the dark skinned man with an eye patch poses no physical threat to him whilst he casually stays sitting on his chair, a drink in his hand as he owns the damn place, Heather then holsters his weapon. 

"Mr. Dreykov. Nick Fury." The man speaks, introducing himself. 

Heather raises an eyebrow, placing the sword back on the desk. "You said that like it explains why there's a total stranger in my bedroom sitting in the dark, in my second favourite chair." 

"I'm the director of the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division." 

Heather blinks once, then twice at the long name. "That's quite a mouthful."

Nick Fury nods, taking a sip of his drink. "I know. We go by S.H.I.E.L.D." 

"Oh, I remember working for your organisation in my fake memories. What brought you here, Director Fury?" 

"I little birdie told me you're seeking an opportunity to do the right thing." Nick Fury leans on his chair, glancing at the supersoldier. "I'm here to give you a chance. Unless you want more time to rest." 

"No, huh. Thank you again for granting me that extended sabbatical but I'm ready to work. What can I say, it's a beautiful day." Heather says immediately, throwing his hands in the air to prove his point. He doesn't want to lose this chance. The path to his redemption. "And it's Klimova." 

"Huh?" A confused Nick waits for an explanation. 

"It's my mother's surname." Heather explains with a shrug. "Hedeon Klimova. Not Dreykov." 

With a satisfied look, Nick gets up from the chair, making his way to the door before pausing to awake his voice again. "I'll see you tomorrow at 9am in my office for your first assignment, Mr. Klimova. I expect you to show up on time."

END OF ACT 2.