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Through the Rift of Time	By : Strailo Category: Marvel Verse Movies > Avengers, The Views: 3821 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Title: Through the Rift of Time
Fandom: Kuroshitsuji/Avengers
For: CutsyCat
Part: 8
Characters: Clint, Sebastian
Word Count: 1,814
Warnings: Nothing really
AN: I am so tired. I have broken the 28K word count for NaNoWriMo but I am still tired. Why? Because of my damn head cold. I’m not happy with this fact.

But I’m working through it and getting better. So that’s nice. Anyways, enjoy today’

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Watching the way Clint pulled his arrow back, taking careful aim with the unused bow, Sebastian raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to release it. They watched as it landed dead center in the target, impressing the demon. “You are quite good at the bow,” Sebastian hummed, getting a low chuckle from Clint

“For a good chunk of my life, I lived in a circus. That was before Phil hunted me down and recruited me for S.H.I.E.L.D. and after some shit went down,” Clint said. He shrugged with a smile. “I first got into knives but someone sent me a bow and a full quiver for my birthday, suggesting that my build was better for archery. They were right and I took to it like a duck to water.” He sent Sebastian an amused look. “By the way, thank you for that. Since I didn’t find out who sent it to me back in my time, I suppose I should say thanks for your future actions. You helped me with my future.”

Sebastian tilted his head at that and chuckled. “Apparently we do go through with the decision to help you where and when we can,” he mused. Clint let the smile pull at his lips as he nodded his head.

“I actually figured that out after I saw some of your handwriting. It really doesn’t change through the years,” Clint told him, pulling another arrow from the quiver.

“You said that you lived with a circus for a while? Why was that?” he asked, watching as Clint went through the motions once more as he thought about how to answer.

“I can tell you that my early childhood sucked. For both me and my older brother. But it did get somewhat better after our parents died in a rather nasty car accident and we got sent us to our uncle,” Clint said. He released the arrow, watching as it thunk next to the first one. “He worked for the circus so we started to help out around there while doing our schooling through a mail school. It worked well enough,” he said.

“So you were happy while with him there?” Sebastian asked, Clint nodding in answer. “They treated you well?”

“Well enough. Money tended to be tight, but that’s mostly because travelin’ circus’ are always tight on it since a lot of money is spent on the upkeep of the various transports,” he said, moving to collect the used arrows. Looking them over, he flicked the edges to test their sharpness before nodding. “Then they started ta train me and my brother in various acts. As I said, I first took to the knives while he took to the highwire. And later archery. It worked for us.”

“I am thinking that perhaps there is more to it all that what you have told me so far,” Sebastian mused as Clint sighed, dropping his arrows into the quiver of used arrows, choosing another one.

“Yeah. There is. For some fucked up reason, my dear brother decided that it would be a great idea to fuck around and, along with my trainer, steal from the circus and disappear into the world,” Clint said. He shook his head. “It lead me to eventually leaving the circus after our uncle passed since I didn’t have any ties. I became a mercenary for a time and was scooped up by S.H.I.E.L.D. about two years after that.”

Sebastian raised an eyebrow as he stared at Clint, snorting softly. “Your uncle was an assassin and you were his apprentice, weren’t you?” he asked.

“Yep,” Clint chuckled as he picked up the two quivers, walking over to the target to pull out the arrows sticking out of it. “He was going to train my brother, but he said that he had seen something not right for the kind of training that happened. So he turned to watching me as I got older, watched the way I took to gymnastics and knives. When I turned sixteen, my brother was eighteen. My uncle took me to the side and told me all about his job. Then he let me think about it for a week. It was when I was nineteen, fully trained and taking on some smaller jobs myself, that Barney turned on us with Trickshot,” he said as they turned towards the house.

Sebastian’s lips pressed together, thinning out at the thought of someone turning on their brother as Barney had done so before he blinked when Clint poked him in the side. “Yes?”

“No trying to change the future, yeah? It all turned out to be a good thing and I’m happy with how life is now,” Clint promised him. “A few nightmares. A lot of killing, true. But I’m still happy and I help make the world a better place.”

“Fine. I will not go after those who hurt you,” Sebastian sighed, shaking his head with a smile. “But I will indeed send you the bow to start you on your path.”

“Thank you.” Clint smirked up at him as they walked through the back door of the house. “Tell me, why are you two still together? I thought that demons could break a contract after a certain amount of time and you two have been together for close to, what, eleven years?”

“Yes, since he was about twelve,” Sebastian hummed, “but we were not sexual during that time. I had thought of him as an amusing treat and a future meal at the time. Not as a lover. Or as someone to respect. By the time that we had finished our contract and later on when he had been brought back, turned into the demon that he is now, I found myself respecting him.” He smiled as he held open the door to the kitchen. “He was thirteen at the time, fourteen by the time that I started to court him.”

“And when you finally did take him to bed?” Clint asked. He smirked slightly as Sebastian shrugged, and put the quivers away into a hidden weapons closet in the pantry.

“His sixteenth birthday. But do keep in mind that the laws of consent that you know in your time are much different in this time. Yes, being a homosexual is against the law, and punishable by being placed into an asylum for those who have the money, but seeing as Ciel has so much political and financial power? It is highly unlikely that anyone would dare try anything, much less be believed. And we can always leave here if it comes to it. He does have a wife, such as she is, living in Italy. She is raising their son out of the limelight as far as society knows. She’s a very pleasant woman, and she does have a son. The son just isn’t Ciel’s.”

“A marriage of convenience right?” Clint asked him, tipping his head and sliding the panel into place. He had known that most males who preferred other males often married and had children, in all times, but he hadn’t thought that Ciel would be one of them.

“It works out for the both of them. She has the name of Phantomhive, her child, who is the child of her lover who has unfortunately died, is raised well and isn’t a known bastard. And will be considered her second child with Ciel. There’s only a year, according to the stories we have planted, between the children after all,” Sebastian explained. “She enjoys her life in Italy and is watching over the businesses over there for us.”

“Sounds like it does work for the both of them. Does she know about the two of you? That is, about the fact that you’re demons,” Clint asked, moving to pull off the brace on his arm, moving to the sink to wash hands.

Sebastian nodded as he watched Clint figure the sink out. “She does. Young Elizabeth was actually a cousin and she was engaged to him for a time. But her lover and secret fiance, a rather nice young man for a high class family, as I said, died. Or rather, he was killed during a case as a hunter.”

“Hunter? Wait. As in demon hunter?” Clint asked, surprised as he stopped lathering up his hands with the soap. He had to stop himself from smacking himself with a sudsy hand, wondering why he kept getting surprised.

Sebastian just chuckled again. “Indeed. He came after Ciel while he and Elizabeth had been attending a ball. Luckily they were leaving it anyways since she had been feeling unwell at the time. But it did kind of let the cat out of the bad in regards to that. She was very understanding, and said that she would happily play wife for Ciel as a cover. Then she met her hunter, fell in love, and was going to officially break the marriage contract to marry him instead.”

“But someone, or something, got a lucky hit in and took him out before they could,” Clint summarized, Sebastian nodding. “Leaving her with a broken heart, and with a bun in the oven.”

Ignoring the odd slang, Sebastian nodded. “Yes. Since Ciel’s and Elizabeth’s wedding was only a few weeks away anyways, they continued with it so that her child would not be shamed out of his heritage. He will claim his father’s heritage when he is old enough to do so, what with his grandparents knowing everything. They are happy to live close to her in Italy. Her son is only about three years of age.” Clint smiled and turned off the water after rinsing his hands off, grabbing a towel and drying them off.

“Well then, I’m glad ti worked out. I think I’ll check out her family line when I get home though,” Clint hummed.

Sebastian chuckled softly and shook his head in amusement. “I believe that you already know him. HIs last name was Alendrason.” He smirked. “It took me a bit of time thinking about it, but looking at Tony makes me think of young Elizabeth and her family.” Blinking at Clint, his eyebrows furrowed in thought. “Yes. I do believe that Tony is his descendant. Yes.”

“Well...damn.” Clint huffed and hung the towel up, an amused look flitting over his face. “Tell me something, what do you think made his dad such a fucking douche?” he asked.

Sebastian sniffed and sneered slightly. “I really wouldn’t know. I believe that Tony’s blood was carried through his mother, making her the descendant. I’m thinking though that Tony got all of the best traits from both sides if what Phil has said of Howard Stark is true.” Clint burst into laughter at the haughtiness of the words.
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