Clint Barton Novels & Stories

“Oh, please. I’m not stupid enough to crawl back to New York and walk into Barton’s radar again. The man’s a walking death sentence. I love my life, thanks.” Britney’s laugh was bitter, hollow. “Then you’ll love what I’m about to tell you.” She leaned back against the counter, a cruel smile curving her lips. “Richard Barton and his perfect little wife just dropped a bomb tonight. Not only are they playing happy family with their leukemia-ridden son—” she spat the words like poison, “—but Annabelle’s pregnant again. Another child. Another match for a bone marrow transplant. That bastard’s about to be saved.”

One dark night, where I climb into a car expecting Cain to be there, but coming face to face with Abaddon instead. "I need to leave now, are you coming with me?" He offers his hand to me but I shake my head. I might not remember everything, but from what I have read in my notes, what Cain and I have is real, he protected me and now I need to do the same for him. "Ok, but if you need me, call me. My name's Eli." He slips a piece of paper into my hand, then slips away just before Chloe comes around the corner.

A squeaky voice spoke and I quickly averted my gaze from the two lovebirds back to the living room, only to notice another blonde girl, even more gorgeous than the other, only this one looked rather bitchy, standing in the middle of the living room, glaring in our way, with her arms crossed. Judging by the way she was looking at us, she was clearly not the friendly type, unlike Elyse. “She’s not a toy, Clara,” He answered rather annoyed, not even bothering to turn around and look at her. But she clearly wasn’t satisfied by his answer by the way she was glaring at us now, even more angered. “Then what is she?” She then questioned, nervously tapping her foot on the floor. “That’s none of your

Donny chuckled. He has thick long brown hair that he ties back in a low ponytail, kind chocolate colored eyes, and thick lips. He was the security guard slash bouncer and would tackle and subdue the guys who would cause problems. He was also really funny and would make food for us sometimes. I don’t eat when I’m on the clock and the girls don’t either. I thought it was very thoughtful of him. It was hard to believe he wasn’t a werewolf because of his build. Despite being so big, he was a gentle giant and was the nicest person I’ve met since Gabe and I arrived.

He said, "It's a secret, but if I don't have to kill you, then I guess I could tell you." Zia, "..." There was a moment of pure silence before Stella cracked up. She said, "You are a funny man! Haha! But, of course, we can keep a secret, especially since you are Adrian King's assistant. We, the Martins, know that crossing him won't be easy." Clint smiled confidently. He said, "Very well, then, it's Clinton Bradford." "Clinton Bradford? How many Bradfords are there? You wouldn't be Samuel Bradford's son, right?" Stella asked.

To wait. So Clarkson Roberts, the king of global shipping routes and who caused markets to move with the mere word, did nothing. He remained stationary, a sentry in an empty fortress, held captive by the same authority that was to set him free. Across town, Jonah ran out of the bar, the flash of the camera burning into his retinas. He was dirty and naked. He had gone out for a beer, just to be around people, to not be so alone. It was a catastrophic error. The silence from Clarkson now is being supplemented by a public spectacle. He felt like an animal in a zoo.

Alex acknowledged each speech quietly, his expression composed but eyes reflective. Then Mr. Barton rose. The room shifted again. “Many of you know me as a competitor,” he began with a faint smile. “But tonight, I stand here as someone whose firm was preserved because of Alex Cromwell’s integrity.” He nodded toward Alex. “At a time when walking away would have been easier, he chose to stand firm. And because of that, Barton & Myers remains exactly what it was built to be.” He lifted his glass. “I don’t say this lightly our profession is better because of him.”

“Whe n I told him his son’s heart stopped, he groaned and hung up on me.” “He what now?” I nodded. “Yeah. I mean, I get that you don’t like Clint because he’s a dick. But his father makes him look like a saint.” “Sounds like it.”

Clint did not wake up early despite the fact that he set alarms and sleep early. It is one of the things that his mother usually fight him about. You need to be up and not always sleeping, she would always say. Shooting out from the bed, he walked down to the bathroom to have a bathe. The police incharge of acting as his driver will soon be here and he is not prepared. He hurriedly had his bathe and dressed up in a brown suit with black Italian shoes. Checking the time, 8:10am, the driver will soon be here. Clint rushed down to kitchen to get himself some snacks but then he heard the knock on the door. Damn, he is here Clint said and walked down to the door to open the door only to find out

Okay, next check is “Mary Barton 1800’s Dallas, TX” “Mary Barton passed peacefully January 15th, 1884, survived by her children Daniel Barton and Elizabeth Barton.” There we go! I kept looking for the mini Bartons. No other results for the kids. Strange. Well, I tried. I tried to find more about Anton Barton in the current day and didn’t see any results that stood out as Mr. Bitey either.