Metallic Hearts {Metallic Charms Book #2}

A Very Metallic Christmas!

Dedicated to my amazingly sweet, amazing, talented, adorable boyfriend <3 *huggles and mistletoe, lol*

 Merry Christmas and Happy 2 Weeks! (how cool is that, 2 week anniversary on Christmas Day?! :) )

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A Very Metallic Christmas

Introduction:

Hey guys! So I love giving as much as receiving on Christmas Day so I decided that since you have all been giving me so much happiness over the success of the Metallic stories, I thought I ought to give you something special for the holiday season.

I remembered that somewhere in the two books, I might mentioned that Noel’s first memory was of her first Christmas with Clint’s family so I thought I might as well right about that, it seemed fitting and I’ve always wanted to write about Noel and Clint as little kids, I mean, it just seems so cute!

So, without further ado, A VERY METALLIC CHRISTMAS!

(Horrible title, I know. I apologise, and if you guys come up with anything better tell me and I’ll probably change it to the best one J )

A Very Metallic Christmas:

I'd been stuck in Asgard for a week now, and I could see why Thor loved it here so much, and missed it while he was Earth-bound. His home literally glimmered like the finest of golds -because that was that it was made out of.

All the Asgardian subjects that lived within the kingdom were all stunning, never looking a day over their chosen age.

I had yet to meet Lady Sif, whom Thor had told me to get in touch with, but I was planning to meet her soon. I just hoped she wouldn't get spooked by me being here.

I fit in well enough; Amora had some tradition Asgardian armour and clothes made up for me. I was dressed in blue with black pants and a silver chest plate. While the womanly dresses were flattering and pretty, I preferred the armour. It bears a resemblance of what I had been like back home; a warrior, whose story was far from over.

Home.

The world echoed in my mind as Tony's face flashed thought my mind, and then Clint's.

How disappointed in me he must be. His own sister, ditching the cause and joining the opposing side. Joining the side, run by the monster that had pulled out his mind, played with it and shoved something else, something darker back in.

The monster who had taken my brother away from me.

I'd left him on his favourite holiday. I'd left him on Christmas Day.

Oddly enough, Christmas Day with Clint was my first memory. I had been four and Clint had been eleven at the time, he was still getting used to the idea of having a baby sister, I'd only been with the Bartons for just over eight months at that point, and I hadn't even known I had been adopted, although Clint joked about it all the time -but that's what I'd always thought they were: jokes.

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"Wake up!" A four year old Noel Barton exclaimed, scrambling up onto her big brother's bed. "Clint! C'mon! Get up! It's Christmas! "

Clint groaned, rolling over to face the wall with the clock on it, "Go away, Elle. It's six in the morning."

"But it's Christmas! Santa's come and he brought all the presents you asked for! There's a big stack with your name on it next to the tree!" Noel continued to jump on top of him in hopes that he would give in and join her down stairs to wake their parents and then open presents.

But Clint just snored and snored, shoving a pillow into Elle's face and causing her to fall off the bed with a small thud.

Little Noel sniffled and tugged the bed sheets, "Clint, please wake up."

Groaning again, Clint rolled over to face her and opened one bright blue eye, grumbled, "Fine."

Ten minutes later, Clint and Noel had woken Karen and Leonard Barton and the small family of four stood in the kitchen preparing Noel for her fifth needle for the year.

“Honey, it’s going to be okay.” Karen smiled sweetly, kneeling down to Noel’s height. But the needles hurt, and like any four year old, Noel ran to Clint and hugged his leg, begging him not to let them near her.

“Clint, please. Please don’t let them do it!” She squealed, inching away from the metal syringe.
Clint knelt down to Noel and hugged her, “Noel, it’s going to be okay. We all have to be brave sometimes and do things we don’t want to do. You just have to face it head on and be brave. Can you do that for me?”

It took a moment for Clint’s words to set in but they did and Noel nodded, a sad smile on the four year old’s face and she stuck out her arm, wincing at the pain.

“Okay, present time!” Leonard Barton declared, rubbing his hands together eagerly. “Let’s see what Santa got you kids!”

Elle and Clint squealed in delight, sprinting toward the gorgeously decorated Christmas tree.

And for the second time that morning, Clint and Noel Barton didn’t have a seven year age gap; they weren’t at war with each other in a sibling rivalry.
They were simply kids, leaning on one another.