When the Red Room fell for the first time, the last thing Clint Barton expected to find among the wreckage was a baby.She couldn’t have been more than a few months old. Tiny. Silent. Watching everything with eerie, intelligent eyes that no infant should have possessed.The file attached to her was heavily redacted. No name. No family. Just proof that someone had intended to turn her into a weapon before she’d ever learned to walk.Clint took one look at her and made the most reckless decision of his life.He took her home.He named her Aurora.And from that moment on, she was his daughter.Growing up should have been easy after that.It wasn’t.Aurora carried scars she couldn’t even remember earning. As a child she hid food beneath her bed, slept with her back against walls, and startled so violently at unexpected touches that Clint spent years teaching everyone around her to announce themselves before entering a room.No matter how hard Clint tried, the ghosts of the Red Room never completely let go.As she grew older, Aurora became a contradiction.