#hawkey fanfic

[wild-lavender-rose]

I would love to see unable to Breath from the Alphabet prompt for a Hawkey/Reader fic

I put together something short for this prompt, it could go so many ways so I decided to keep it simple and sweet <3 Enjoy, my lovely!

Breathe

Warning: Description of panic attack

You were sitting in the mess tent staring unseeing at your food. You had just gotten news. The kind of news you never saw coming. Your mother, the one who had disowned you for enlisting and never returned your letters or calls, had suffered a heart attack. The letter you had gotten with this news was two months old, and you had no way of knowing if your mother was recovered or if she was now dead. No one was answering your calls. You didn't know what to do.

Your chest, although tight before, had now started to constrict. You couldn't move, couldn't breathe. You didn't know what to do or how to fix it. You didn't even know how to feel. Sad, or relieved? Angry? A mix of everything and more? Your thoughts raced around your mind as if they were no longer your own, spinning out of control.

The fork dropped from your hand and you clenched your fist, fighting desperately to move, to blink, to do something.

Someone sat down beside you. You barely noticed. Then you felt a warm body pressing next to yours, a voice whisper in your ear.

"Hey, you're okay. It's gonna be okay, baby."

Hawkeye, your fiancé, was sitting next to you. His long, slender fingers slipped around your wrist, feeling your throbbing pulse.

"Think about where you are, baby. Feel the bench underneath you, unclench your jaw."

Slowly, slowly, you followed Hawkeye's words back from your downward spiral. Your breaths turned into sobs, so loud that people around you stopped and looked, your newfound family silently aching for you.

Hawkeye rubbed your back and helped you to stand, guiding you out of the mess tent to a place where you could grieve in private.

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[jamescheetham]

Cicero is so funny.

They talk about community but their only contributions in years are those (suspiciously hawkeyed) bursts of bullying. No. Sorry. You don't get to come into a house you haven't lived in for three years and start rearranging the furniture and telling people they have the space set up wrong.

And as usual their little clique of followers shows up to kiss their ass. Newsflash to them - there are other historical fanfics out there! Maybe there would be MORE if the person they idolized was spending their precious free time supporting/sharing/writing instead of bullying people out of a public community spaces (for such offences as - liking history! researching history! sharing history!)

It's hilarious that they talk about negativity when they are the source of it.

Every time Cicero resurface again I just sigh. Like, (tiredly), fuck off.

It is because they have completely stalled on their fic and there is only so much new research one can do about a man who died before he could accomplish anything significant. They now have nothing new to offer that will gain them fans, influence, and a sense of superiority. So they try to maintain relevance by hurling accusations at other users and kicking up a fuss about "community" and "negativity".

I had to laugh at their claim of fostering this "community" at its inception when it existed on this site long before they arrived. Pure arrogance.

You are so right. CPF wants to be considered a pillar of the community while contributing nothing and offering no support to others.

I also think too many people here are sitting around idolizing bigger accounts and trying to ride their coattails instead of thinking for themselves. That user that writes popular fic is not superior to you. They just had the courage to create something and then share it. That courage is within everyone. It is just a matter of accessing it.

CPF is living in a den of negativity of their own construction and I do not feel a shred of sympathy. I am betting their blog will fade away into inactivity sooner rather than later.

[personontheswing]

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[avengerscompound]

The Surrogate - Chapter 2

The Surrogate:  A Clintasha Fanfic

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Buy me a ☕ Character Pairing:  Clint Barton x Natasha Romanoff x F!Reader

Word Count:  1746

Rating:  E

Warnings: None

Synopsis:  A freak end of the world incident leads to meeting your two best friends, Clint Barton and Natasha Romanoff.  While your friendship with the two Avengers is anything but conventional, they are your all-time favorite people.  When you find out that Clint and Natasha want to start a family but have exhausted all their options, you realize your powerset might allow you to give them what they want.  Having your best friends’ baby might seem like a good idea on paper, but when you are as close as you, Clint, and Natasha are, will doing something so intimate mean feelings get a little mixed up?

Chapter 2

 “Clint and I just had sex!”   You hadn’t meant to blurt the words out like that and they had almost definitely signed your death warrant, but they’d burst out of you out of your control.  Things had gotten out of control, but in that good way, where your adrenaline had been up and with the alcohol and the way your powers worked, when he’d suggested you both go to the public restroom, you couldn’t think of anything you wanted to do more than that.

Now that you could see that Natasha and Clint were in a relationship, the guilt about being the one Clint had cheated with had made you spill immediately.  Even if it did mean the Black Widow would gut you like a fish.

Natasha Romanoff looked back at you with her head tilted to the side.  “Oh, dorogáya,” she soothed, before turning her attention back to the controls of the jet and taking flight again hovering up away from the bar she’d picked you up from before shooting off away from the city.  She took a moment to smack Clint on the back of the head in between flicking different switches.

“Ow, Nat,” he complained, rubbing the back of his head.  “What was that for?”

“You can’t do that,” she scolded. “You need to tell them what your deal is before you seduce them.”

“Seduce them? Me?”  Clint argued.  “Who am I seducing?  Shit just happened.”

“You know what I mean, durak.  You can’t just sleep with people and not tell them you’ve got a girlfriend,” Natasha snarked.  She tilted her head back and raised her voice so you could hear her better over the jet engines.  “Clint and I are in an open relationship.  I’m sorry he didn’t tell you that first.  He’s an idiot.  But you didn’t cheat on anyone.  I just hope he didn’t lead you on.”

“No,” you assured her.  “I knew it was casual.  But … I wouldn’t have… if you two…”

“It’s fine,” she assured you.  “I promise.  Have as much sex with Clint as you like.  I don't care.”

“Gee, thanks, Nat,” Clint snarked.

“Well you won’t be getting any from me if you’re gonna be an idiot,” Natasha said.  “Might as well see who else is offering.”

“Nat…” Clint whined.

You relaxed back in your jump seat while they argued in that loving way people who were completely comfortable with each other do, glad that for once your libido and need for complete honesty hadn’t gotten you in trouble.  The last thing in the world you wanted was to piss off any of the avengers because you weren’t thinking with your brain.

“It's gonna be a bit of a flight, so just relax and get some sleep if you can,” Natasha called back to you.

You already knew you weren’t going to be able to sleep.  You were running on pure adrenaline now and the jump seat was far from cozy.  You did close your eyes and listen to the engine as Natasha guided the jet back to New York.  Things were about to change for you, you knew that.  Even if the Avengers deemed your powers to be useless to them, things weren’t going to be the same now.  You couldn’t go through life after seeing the end of the world come so close and pretend like you weren’t gifted with something special.  You had to find some way to use it.

By the time the Quinjet touched down at the Avengers Compound you had been up for well over a full day and you were exhausted.  It was that level of exhaustion that went right to the bone.  Each turn of your head caused your vision to go blurry as your brain tried to catch up with what it was processing.  Each time you spoke you found it difficult to modulate your voice.  You were also hyper-aware that you probably smelled terrible too.  You’d been wearing the same clothes since you got up the day before and since you’d put them on you’d been running around the city and you’d had sex in a public restroom at a bar. The thought of any of the Avengers meeting you like this was quite frankly, mortifying.

You followed Natasha and Clint off the jet and they were greeted by Captain America and a tall, brunette woman wearing a grey pencil skirt and a black turtleneck. The exhaustion you felt made it really hard to process the fact that Captain Steve Rogers was less than a yard away from you.  Especially given your current state.  He was always going to remember that when he met you, you were the human embodiment of the living dead.  Smell and all.

“Welcome home,” Steve said.  “This must be the healer.”

“That’s right,” Clint said.

You introduced yourself to Steve and offered him your hand.

“Welcome to the facility.  This is Hill,” he said, indicating to the woman with him.

“Alright, you two go get some rest. We’ll debrief after you’ve slept,” Hill said, scratching something down onto the Stark Pad she was holding.

“See you then!  Totally gonna go and sleep right away, nothing else!”  Clint said, saluting.  Natasha stifled a laugh and the two of them headed off down the corridor.

Hill turned to you and continued tapping away on her tablet.  “You’ll have very limited access to the facility until you’ve been cleared by security.  I’m guessing you might need sleep?  A shower?”

“That would be fantastic,” you agreed.

“Follow me,” she said.  The two of you began to walk in the same direction as Clint and Natasha at a brisk pace.  “The compound is run by an artificial intelligence.  Her name is FRIDAY and she'll let you into the parts of the facility you are allowed in and keep you out of what you're not,” Hill explained as you walked.  “I appreciate that you have come here voluntarily to assist us, but we are still a private military installation, so security is important.  For now, you will be primarily restricted to your room, however, if you need any medical care I can take you to the medbay.”

“No.  I never need that,” you said.

“Oh, right,” Hill said, shaking her head.  “So used to the script.”

“Carry on,” you said with a soft laugh.

“I'm also giving you access to the smaller pool and gym,” Hill continued.  “It's the one used by the administration staff and generally fairly quiet.  Ask FRIDAY.  We would prefer that you go straight to the security clearance and debrief, but we understand after an event like you just experienced you may need to let out some stress.  For this reason, you can have access to any onsite psychiatric services.  We have many therapists on staff.  At some point you will need to speak to one but if you feel you need one sooner than later that can be arranged.”

“Oh… I'm… I think I can wait until after security clearance,” you said.

“If that changes just let FRIDAY know,” Hill replied.  The two of you rounded a corner and then she opened a door that led outside.  It was bright out and there were teams of people in sweats running in formation.

She led you down a path to a large white building with huge windows and an A on the side.  “That building is the main hub, that's where you'll go when you're ready to speak to us.  For now, we're just going to housing,” she continued as you made your way through the facility.  “Barton said you helped him in the field.”

“Yeah, he fell off a building,” you answered.  “I used my powers to heal him so he could get back.”

“That certainly sounds like Clint,” Hill said.  You thought she might have stifled a laugh, but you couldn’t be sure.  “You're okay with us running some tests?”

“Yes, of course,” you answered. “I wouldn't have come…”

“Great,” she said, cutting you off.  “Ideally the run down when you're ready will go, security clearance, debrief and interview, then we’ll run some tests.  But it's up to you how much you can handle.  It's a big adjustment coming here.  It can get a bit much for some people.”

“I’ll be sure to let you know if I'm feeling overwhelmed,” you said as a set of glass doors opened for you, letting you into the accommodation building.  “Getting close to that now.”

“Right, sorry, you must be tired,” Hill said.  “We’re nearly there.”

Your room was on the first floor and Hill opened the door to let you in.  It reminded you of a cheap hotel.  There was a full-sized bed, with gray linens, that offset the grey of the walls.  The walls were unadorned and the only other furniture in the room was a side table, desk, and dresser.

“The bathroom is in here,” Hill said, opening the bathroom door. “There are towels and toiletries.  We're not a hotel though so if there's anything missing or you need anything, and I do mean anything, let FRIDAY know.  She’ll place an order.  Inside the dresser is a Stark Pad.  You can use it to find out what the kitchen is making and have it sent up.  Make sure you eat.  You can also browse the internet.  Please do not post on social media about where you are until your security check.  We’ll know so don't think you can get it by us.  You haven't signed an NDA yet but you will and what you post about will be taken into account when we're deciding if we’ll actually recruit you.  When you're ready to have the security run let FRIDAY know and someone will come and collect you.  If you want to back out, we understand, just let her know that too and we’ll take you home.  Any questions?”

Your head was reeling from the amount of information just dropped on you along with your complete exhaustion.  “Uhh…” You said blinking slowly.

“Right, well if any come up…”

“Ask FRIDAY,” you finished.  “Got it.”

She smiled and closed the tablet.  “I'll leave you to it.  You’ll be fine, kid,” Hill said.  “Just get sleep, eat, and you’ll be part of the team in no time.”

“Thank you,” you said.  “I’ll do that.”

“I'll be seeing you,” she said and left you alone.  You peeled yourself out of the clothes you were wearing, collapsed onto the bed, and were asleep almost immediately.

// NEXT

[widowandthewitch]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Young Avengers (Comics), Marvel, Marvel (Comics) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Kate Bishop/America Chavez Characters: Kate Bishop, America Chavez Additional Tags: Lesbian Character, Marvel Universe Summary:

“She said she’s seen the way I look at her, and then the bitch just hopped into another dimension leaving me with that little ditty.”

[adashofmercuryandtea]

I think the writers of Endgame missed a very big opportunity to make Hawkeye's hearing loss canon, they had the perfect time! The damn Avengers compound collapses/caved in on them! Do you know how easy it would have been?

Clint regains consciousness, we hear this loud ringing, his vision is slightly off and a large groan of pain as he rises to his feet. We finally get a good look at Clint whose shaking his head trying to focus, he can faintly hear nosies but can't place what they are or where they're coming from? He rubs his ears trying to make it better, under the impression it's simply from the impact but when he pulls his hands away there's blood on them, his ears are bleeding. He's injured, it's normal he could've died. He expects it to clear up which it does but only his vision, it's sounds that are still muffled.

Clint doesnt have an opportunity to truly understand what is going on but the one thing he knows for sure is protect the stones. He has to protect the stones. The way he moves seems uncoordinated and the fact that he can barely hear the things chasing him sets him in a panic. It's a miracle he escapes, gauntlet in his arms and even with his ears ringing he fights because Laura is back, he heard her and if Laura is back then his kids are back and he needs to get out of this alive if he's ever going to see them.

He doesn't put two and two together until after the Battle when he's standing on the field in a daze. The world sounds different because he can't hear it properly, it's eerily quiet and he looks lost. It's Scott who notices. He calls out to him and Clint swears he can hear something but he's not entirely sure anymore. It's as if someone is covering his ears and shouting at him. The world that was once full of sounds, even with 50% of the population gone.... is quiet.

[avidfanficwriter]

Spoken in Silence (Chapter 1)

Characters: Clint Barton x Tony Stark

Rating: Rated M.

Warnings: Cursing, Possible suicide attempt, depression, PTSD, self-doubt, angst, Cheating, Secret life, mentions of torture, romantic interest, one sided attraction (Kinda), bonding over pain, mentions/references towards child abuse not explicitly explained, Spoilers for Endgame in later chapters, (MORE TO COME AS UPDATED)

Summary:  Let it be known that nothing happened between Clint Barton and Tony Stark, nothing. Technically, speaking. It was just longing glances and unspoken words but they both know it’s there. They both know there’s a clear line of how far they’re caring towards one another can go without going to far.

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Nick Fury invited Tony Stark to the lab-to be more correct Fury demanded that Tony be present at the lab because he was tired of Tony breathing down his neck asking what was going on, it was easier to give him a taste rather than wait for Stark to discovered everything on his own. It’s a ruse, Tony knows that long before they arrived at SHIELD headquarters, he was sticking his nose somewhere it didn’t belong and Fury was getting antsy. “We show him the basic stuff. Things that won’t get his Stark brain running.” Was the original plan but things quickly went to shit. The damn tesseract, the cube they had spent forever searching for was creating problems conveniently when Tony was around. As Dr. Selvig put it: “She’s misbehaving.” with hidden concern masked in his voice.

“Did you buy her a drink?” Was Tony’s unhelpful response.

Everyone in the room was clueless, it’s a mystery as to what created the power surge even more so was trying to find a way to stop it. The tesseract flickers, blue lights emitting around the room mimicking the way fire acts as the building shifts again. The ceiling is crumbling, falling beneath their feet as Tony finds his way to a computer monitor hoping he can help but also taking the opportunity to insert his own flash drive into their systems. A large deep blue light fills the room, creating a portal behind the cube and Fury knows this day is only going to get worse.

A man appears within the light, long jet black hair with swollen red eyes dressed in a gold and green outfit with a terrifying smile on his face. His hand is tightly holding a spear that only worsens the fear sinking into everyone’s body, the look on his face, the threatening stance, he’s no friend.

Tony is suddenly picking himself up off the floor, his vision blurred and a high pitched ringing sound filling his ears. His memory is vague, the last thing he remembers was Fury shouting, curses spilling from his mouth, the sound of gunshots, blue glow and then darkness. A trail of wet cold blood falls down his forehead that he swipes his fingers at, he doesn’t remember blacking out, hurting himself or being so close to the wall. His body aches, head is pounding and he’s searching for Fury whose focused on another man, Clint. They’d met moments before chaos broke out.

Tony barely knows the man, didn’t remember his last name or his position, just a colorful moniker: “This is the hawk.” The man is trying to fight against the unknown assailant only to fail, he feels his chest constrict and lungs struggle to pull in enough oxygen.

Tony watches the man become a hostage and the pain he feels is unbearable. It’s as if his own heart is being viciously ripped from his chest, rips torn aimlessly and fingers clawing at his flesh to retrieve it. He was helpless, no suit at his dispense, his legs unable to move, he’s forced to watch. The man becomes a victim and soon after a monster.

It’s magic, Tony’s least favorite thing. Magic wasn’t fair, the magician can simple wave their fingers and the fight goes in their favor.

There’s a tinge of deep blue that melts into Clint’s eyes, a startling change in his behavior is evident. He stands straight, arms at his side and gun holstered. Tony should be trying to aid those who tried and failed to take on this villain but he can’t move. His brown eyes are glued to Clint as the man speaks, “I am Loki… of Asgard.” Is all he can make out clearly. He’s to focused on what’s going on with– or the lack of what’s going on with Clint. He’s frozen, oblivious to the anything around him. His eyes glowing and chest raising peacefully as he breathes. He’s been compromised.

Clint stands just a few feet away from everyone who could save him, bodies of the agents before him who tried to take on the villian lay motionless around him. The gun is still in his hand but he can’t move it, he can’t find the strength to make his finger pull the trigger, this spear that’s touching his chest is changing him. His vision blurs, his body changes and his brains fills with thoughts that are no longer his own. A voice echoes through his mind, “You’ll listen to me. Do what I say. What i ask for.” The words are on repeat, filling every orifice of his mind and threatening his very existence. He’s losing his grasp on reality, loosing who he is. He manages one last look around, the faces of his colleagues burn into his brain, it’s bad. The look of fear etched onto each of their faces says what’s happening to him is just as bad to witness as it is to experience it. His eyesight falls to Tony, the billionaire who moonlights as a superhero with over moussed hair and facial hair trimmed to perfection, even his face is morphed into pain.

It’s paralysis, Clint begins to realize, he’s unable to move or speak but his mind is still active. He can hear what Loki demands him to do but he’s not the one responding. He’s not the one controlling his body. Every decision and move is controlled by Loki, even the sounds of his voice is wrong. This voice, the new voice is deeper and dry.

He’s in a prison, he soon realizes, trapped inside of his mind while his body is forced to carry out horrible acts of violence. He can see it all, every order her carries out, every person he victimizes all play like a broken record. The lives he took and the people he hurt, he sees it all and worse, he remembers it all.

It’s Tony alongside his new/old friend, (He’s not entirely sure where they stand as of right now) Natasha that have the hardest time dealing with the events surrounding Clint. Tony can’t sleep or continue his day knowing that man was sacrificed and Fury isn’t doing a damn thing about it. His mind torments him with pleas to rescue Clint. It’s escalated since Tony’s met Loki’s brother, Thor. He’s interacting with this man who grow up with a monster, a being who believes he is the true ruler of man and nothing will stand in his way. “What the hell are we going to do about Clint?” Tony shouts at Fury as he enters his office. Fury seems to be the only person unfazed by Clint’s behavior.

“What does that mean, Stark?”

“Barton, he’s Loki’s bitch.”

Fury sighed with a shrug of his shoulders. “Barton was aware of the risks.”

Fury had pissed Tony off in the past, putting him on house arrest for starters was one time but now, refusing to help one of his own agents was more than irritating. “That’s what we are to you? Expendable assets?”

“Each of you is aware of the risks.” Was all Fury said turning his attention back to his work. “If any of you have a problem, you know where the door is.” It takes all the strength inside of Tony to not lash out on the man. He tries to let it go, tries desperately to forget what he said but he can’t.

Clint’s falling further down the rabbit hole as the days pass, the last remaining pieces of him are starting to betray him. He’s forgetting names and memories, it’s getting harder and harder to recall who people are. There were moments of the day, where suddenly he can’t remember where he is, how he got there or who the person who has his bullet inside of them is. It’s as if he’s sleepwalking. This his worst nightmare comes true, he’s fighting not alongside but against, his friend, his family Natasha Romanoff. Punching, kicking, weapons are involved, anything they can get their hands on is used against the other. He tries to fight it, tries to do everything in his power to prevent this from continuing. That this power Loki has over him can be beat. He can win. He has too. If he doesn’t, he’ll kill her.

It’s luck or an act of God when a metal clang reverberates through his ears and after what seems like years of fighting, he’s free. “Natasha.” He thinks he says but he’s not sure. The severe throbbing in his head is moving around his head like gel, slowly covering all areas of his brain and clouding his hearing. The last thing he sees is Natasha standing before him out of breathe, her fiery red hair glowing in the light and her fist coming straight at him.

The virus inside of his brain is gone, Loki is gone but he’s left with a wrath. A headache so bad, his vision is going in and out, his body feels as though he’s swaying and he can’t seem to focus on one thing for too long. Natasha saved him, “Cognitive recalibration… I hit you really hard in the head.” She explains with a smirk.

Clint’s thankful, more than thankful, he’s indebted to her.

The redhead leaves him with well wishes and small kiss to his forehead, reminding him he’s not responsible for his actions while under Loki’s control. The moment the door closes behind her, the memories haunt him. Screams and pleas to live, Loki’s damned voice demanding orders. He closes his eyes, clenches his jaw and tries to fight the urge to scream. He killed innocent people without a second thought, he become a criminal.

A voice pulls him out of the darkness, Tony Stark’s voice. The genius who graduated M.I.T. at some insanely young age and is in the news every day for some crazy antic as Iron Man is standing before him. He met him earlier, before his brain was shaken and stirred. Stark referred to him as Fury’s underling when they met and shared a few sarcastic jokes. This time, Tony has no wise cracks or comedic tone, it’s conversation he doesn’t know to react to.

“Brought you these.” Tony says handing him a small plastic cup filled with water and two white pills. “Romanoff said she cracked you in the head.” He lets out a small sigh and sits on the chair near the bed. “How are you feeling, Barton?”

No nickname again. It’s just Barton. it feels respectful, the notorious playboy is actually treating him equal. “Like a broken toy.” Clint responds in a groggy voice.

“You good to keep going?”

“Yeah.”

“Do you want to keep going?”

“Of course.”

“Good. We need all hands on deck for this one.” Tony reaches out and rests his palm on Clint’s shoulder, there’s no weight to his touch as if Tony doesn’t want to invade his personal space. Clint meets his eyes, his head still pounding and vision starting to come back. “I’m glad you’re good, Clint.” Clint swears and maybe it’s the pain in his body that is convincing him of this but the next thing Tony does and says has to be imagined. “I’m sorry it took us so long to save you.” He whispers and lets a quick smile across his face.

He nods, brows furrowed and lips pressed tightly together. It’s the drugs, he tells himself or the splitting headache. The painkillers kicking in or the sedative they gave him wearing off. Tony didn’t mean it. Tony probably wasn’t even there. He imagined it… he has to of. It doesn’t make any sense.

It’s the first moment, Tony realized he cared more about Clint than he should have. His heart speed up when he found out Clint was saved and his heart broke at the sight of him strapped to a chair while Natasha takes him off a ledge. His emotions were on high and he wanted to soothe pain that was radiating off of the archer. If Clint was a machine this would be easier, a complete reboot, a new circuit board along with a fresh coat of was, he’d be as good as new but with a person, Tony was clueless. How do you fix a person? How do you fix a person you barely know? How would he even start? They don’t know one another and Tony’s record with people isn’t a highlight reel.

Clint discovers an odd feeling burrowing in his chest for Tony Stark during their battle of New York, their all hands on deck moment. The first time the Avengers are together in battle. It’s a terrifying moment but it told Clint that he cared more about him than he intended on.

A nuke originally sent to save the world from alien destruction was now humanity’s biggest threat. It was a selfless act, one Clint probably would have done if he had the resources too, a one way trip. Certain death with no way out. In a split second, Tony grabs the Nuke and guides it into the wormhole. He was gone. Tony Stark, Iron Man was both the victim and the savior.

“Clost it.” Clint head over the ear piece.

“What about Stark?’ He shouts.

Clint can’t get his emotions under control as he watches the scene play out.  A ear piercing, "No!” finds it’s way past his lips. Panic fills his body as the wormhole starts to close and Tony is nowhere to be found. Tony wasn’t flying back to earth, he wasn’t cheering or demanding a beer for his accomplishments, it’s silent. Blue eyes search for Tony’s shining gold and red armour, silently praying he’s safe.

By an act of God, Tony was back.

Clint can recount every detail, down to the last second while he stood helplessly on the roof of a building and watched as Tony plummeted to earth. His breath caught in his throat, his skin crawled and his blood ran cold. The grip he has on his bow tightens threatening to break it as he holds back the tears. He’s going to watch Tony die.

Tony’s lifeless body, the lack of movement, it sends shockwaves through his heart.

He wants to jump off the building. He wants to do something. His brain has came up with hundreds of scenarios of how he can help but they’d both fall to their death. The archer remains on the building shutting his eyes, unable to bare witness to the scene any longer, he waits. Waits for it to be over. Waiting for someone over the line to say Tony had died.

The crack of Tony’s suit hitting the ground never comes, there was no call from other team members, the coms were silent. Until he heard the roar of the Hulk followed by a loud crash, he opened his eyes and saw the Hulk placing Tony onto the ground. “Is Stark okay?’ He asks once Captain America and Thor surround Tony.

The sight is horrendous.

Seconds felt like minutes and minutes felt like hours.

"He’s fine!” Cap says in a rushed tone. Clint lets out a breathy chuckle, ripping out his ear piece and tossing it to the ground with a heavy sigh. Tears fall from his eyes as he struggles to catch his breath, Tony is safe. It’s a strange feeling nestled inside of Clint’s chest when he finally watches Tony rise to his feet and take a few unsteady steps, the Iron Man suit reflects the glimmer of the sun as he grips Captain America’s shoulder. He’s safe. He tells himself, he’s fine. Breathing and okay.

“Worried about me birdman?” Clint hears Tony’s ask over his discarded ear piece.

Clint lets out a quick breathe as he picks his ear piece up off the floor and puts it back on. “Just worried about who’s going to pick up the bill for dinner. I’m feeling like steak.” Clint tries to hide the agony in his voice, the knot formed in his throat is slowly starting to dissipate but the racing of his heart has yet to cease.

“Have you ever tried shawarma? There’s a shawarma joint about two blocks from here. I don’t know what it is, but I wanna try it.” Tony says in an all to happy voice for someone who just nearly died.

Clint laughs, using his free hand to wipe the tears the streak his face. “Ye-yeah. That sounds good, Tin man.”

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Chapters: 4/? Fandom: The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe, Marvel, The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Clint Barton & Natasha Romanov, Clint Barton & Phil Coulson, Phil Coulson & Natasha Romanov, Phil Coulson & Nick Fury Characters: Clint Barton, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Phil Coulson, Nick Fury, Melinda May, Darcy Lewis, Chewie | Goose (Marvel), Peggy Carter Additional Tags: growing up is hard to do, Strike Team Delta, Pre-Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D., Natasha Romanov Joins SHIELD, Clint Barton Joins SHIELD, Violence Series: Part 36 of Coulson Lives, but the Avengers might be the death of him. Summary:

There's an epic tale at SHIELD about the recruitment of Clint Barton by the most legendary agent in SHIELD history, and a story about how the Man Who Never Misses turned around and recruited the Red Room's single greatest spy. It's the sort of blood curdling tale told to wide eyed young junior agents, murmurs of A Different Call and reverent whispers of Budapest. The story of Coulson's Strike Team Delta; Hawkeye & the Black Widow.

This is not that story. This one is true.

“I could tell you about the time a building fell on me and I ended up at Cincinnati Children’s Hospital,” Clint suggested. “That was a trip.”

“Clint, everyone knows that story,” Darcy said around a forkful of lemon strudel. He balked, blinking back at her.

“Everyone?”

“Two words pal: YouTube.”

“Really?” He wasn’t even completely sure why he was surprised except that it always seemed surprising every time he was reminded that he was a celebrity now.

“One kid made a Mocumentary,” Darcy nodded, licking her fork.

“I wonder if it was the Aneurysm kid,” Clint mused pensively. “She was ballsy. I was going to make her my Secretary of Ice Cream and Foreign Affairs.”

“How come you didn’t?”

“Eh, Coulson and Nat staged a coup before I could solidify my government,” Clint replied, his shoulders sagging in disappointment.

“Dude, I have to tell you,” Darcy waved her fork at him. “On behalf of the planet, thank you for trying to break out of medical before they can medicate you.”

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Clint finally coming clean to Erin in the last chapter and Erin doing the same right back to him in Ch 9. I am DEFINITELY INTERNALLY (and EXTERNALLY) CRYING!

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