It had been a year since the death of his brother at the hands of his former masters, Hydra. Deep within the infrastructure of SHIELD and the Avengers was not where he expected to be even now after growing somewhat accustomed to it let alone as one of the Avengers, a traitor to Hydra and all it stood for once they had crossed the line and executed his brother who was once called Hawkeye. When they crossed paths much later in life as enemies it had already been a long time since they saw eye to eye or really spoke but the fact was Clint was family, his brother and when Hydra had him murdered it changed something in Trickshot he never expected and led him to the doorstep of his enemy with an offer to help them take down Hydra or at least cripple them in any way he could assist with.
A year later and Trickshot was no more having taken up the alias of Hawkeye and taken his old spot in SHIELD and with the Avengers. It felt strange to work with these people and Charles found it hard to relax even today after so long. Most of the time he found himself as he was now, in the training center honing his skills with the bow as to not loose his edge and prowess in battle. With every shot, another arrow sank into its mark as several dozen floating spheres flew about the room to challenge him. The orbs posed another problem despite their speed in that they would deliver painful shocks to up the ante if they got too close forcing Barton to constantly keep moving, tumbling, and evading their tasers as he let his arrows fly from his bow.