#one au is a theory about his past with archer and clones

[jitterbonesjoey]

Would anyone at all be interested in two Algernop Kreiger oriented aus?

[fanficwriter013]

The Ties That Bind (Part 5/?)

Pairing: Clint Barton x Reader

Summary: Clint makes it his mission to win you over. He succeeds, but you don’t believe in marriage. Can the two of you stay together without the promise of wedding bells in the future? What about when the two of you are forced to go undercover as a married couple?

Word Count: 1760

Warnings: AoU is slightly AU for purposes, Nick Fury, mentions of Stony/Stucky, poking fun at Bruce/Natasha, Violent/weapons, AoU spoilers, a cliffhanger.

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9 /

“Attention, Avengers meeting is being held in the living room. Please make your way downstairs.” It was a loud speaker announcement made by Sam, and you had to stop and wonder why the strange little man had installed a PA system in the first place. You had been in the middle of cataloging your muscles aches, while Clint was checking over his arrows. You were also eyeing him to make sure he wasn’t hiding any injuries. But the two of you looked at each other before heading downstairs.

You looked to Steve when you entered the living room. His body language told you that something was up, and Tony looked equally annoyed. Sam walked into the room holding a tablet, and he was followed by Nick Fury. You knew he was still around, but to get a personal visit from him. This had to be a serious deal.

“You’re the Avengers. Quit acting like a bunch of little babies, and go fix what y’all screwed up.” It was spoken in that Nick Fury tone of voice. All base and grumbling, it wasn’t necessarily that he was yelling. But it was more that he was playing the disappointed father card and that was worse. Steve immediately shifted, emulating the body language of Captain America. That shift seemed to be all that Nick needed and he left.

“Pack up, everybody back on the plane in fifteen minutes. We’ve got a robot to find.” It was barked orders that you were used to, but Tony looked annoyed. No doubt having an issue with Steve calling Ultron a robot, he was something that Tony had carefully crafted. And it had just so happened to take on a life of its own.

“It’s not a robot, it’s a sentient artificial intelligent security system.” Tony was mumbling as he brushed past you. You glanced at Steve again who was conversing with Agent Koenig over the tablet, and Bruce and Natasha slipped past you. It seemed that you had missed an awful lot in the hour or so of down time you had had. You linked your arm with Clint’s and went back upstairs.

“The fuck. Did you see Tony and Steve? It looked like they wanted to kill each other. Sure they haven’t gotten on well, but they were civil. And are Bruce and Nat a thing? What the hell happened down there?” You questioned as soon as the door to the ugly room had closed. Clint shook his head at you, moving past you to organize his quiver.

“I was up here with you. Your guess is just as good as mine.” He said, handing you a pair of daggers you’d left on the top of the dresser. You liked to be over prepared for a mission, and afterward, you could reenact those scenes where a person would just pull a pile of weapons out of, seemingly, nowhere. You put the knives away, shrugging into the holster you had, that let the blades rest along your ribcage.

“Well, it was weird. I thought Nat only liked to be a part of threesomes and to fuck with no strings attached. And Steve and Tony need to do something before they rip each other’s throats out.” You said, grabbing your pistols from the bedside table. One went into your ankle holster, the other on your hip. You grabbed your jacket from over the back of the chair and slipped it on.

“It’s sexual tension. But they wouldn’t make a good couple.” Clint said, and you barked out a laugh at him. You used a variety of weapons, and you picked up the whip you preferred for long distances. It wasn’t an everyday weapon, but it had been useful for trying to fight Ultron and the psychic twins.

“That’s cause he’s still hung up on his last boyfriend.” You snorted out, wrapping the whip around your left wrist. Tucking the end behind the rows, so it was secure but easily accessible. Clint laughed, handing you your batons. You had gotten slightly obsessed with them after running a case with Bobbi, she had been such a badass that you had wanted to see what all the fuss was about.

“We should get going.” Clint didn’t sound happy about that. He usually sported a serious but can do attitude heading into a mission. Even the ones where it seemed that the odds were stacked against you. You gave him a look, and he just shook his head at you. You took his free hand and draped it over your shoulders, tucking yourself into his side.

You weren’t sure where the intel had come from, but the team was currently on the quinjet on the way to Seoul, to try and keep Ultron from getting a body that he was trying to force Dr. Cho to make. Steve had told you to stay on the jet with Clint to be ready for exfil, and while you didn’t appreciate being underestimated you would obey orders.

It had been an intense mission, and you were watching from the seat behind the pilot’s seat. Steve was playing the role of hardass, and Natasha had been left behind. You thought you were going to have to quickly jump into the pilot’s seat, but you had been able to talk Clint down from going to rescue his best friend. Natasha was your best friend too, and she was tough. She would survive for a little bit while the team regrouped, and tried to get along with the two new strays

Tony and Bruce had holed up, and when they had explained. They had used a bunch of big words and science jargon that you couldn’t follow. Then an android version of Jarvis was born and told you to call him Vision. To top it all off, this Vision was able to pick up Thor’s hammer. You were a little apprehensive of Vision, and you were sure Clint was too. But he was there, and you were going to have to trust him.

This brought you to planning a mission. Bruce was going to be sent in to rescue Natasha, and that only further raised your suspicions that you had missed a lot. The rest of you were going to deal with Ultron, and it was back to Sovokia for most of the team. For you, it would be the first time.

The evacuation had been going smoothly, and that’s how you knew the shit was going to hit the fan. That did happen when Ultron and an army of his clones showed up. It was utter chaos, and you were trying to rip out circuits and save the civilians. Your comms kept shorting out, but when they were working it seemed like everyone was being overwhelmed.

You were currently caught in a particularly grim looking situation. You were surrounded by Ultron bots, and they thought you were going down. Hell, you thought you were going down. It was you versus the six of them, you’d bet on the numbers. But you would put up a hell of a fight first.

The odds tipped in your favorite when a blue streak took down three of the bots, and then the two of you worked to take down the remaining three. “Thanks, kid. But don’t do anything stupid my suit is bulletproof and you’re just wearing a drifit t-shirt.” You told him, and the silver-haired male just quirked an eyebrow at you before taking off again.

It could only get worse before it could get better. Ultron was making drastic moves the more desperate it got. Your comms had come back to let you know that Ultron had taken a quinjet, and was firing. You could see the quinjet, and you could see it heading straight for Clint. Your archer was currently saving a small boy, and you knew he wouldn’t be able to shoot an exploding arrow into the quinjet.

You didn’t think, you just reacted. Jumping into the line of fire right before it would have hit both the child and your Clint. You’d be shot while wearing this suit before, but this was different. The rounds from the quinjet felt like they were tearing you to pieces, and the pain made your legs give out. But you never hit the ground, something solid caught you and you were moving in seconds. You weren’t sure, but you thought you heard Clint screaming your name as you were moved.

You’d spent the remainder of the mission, unable to move. Barely able to breathe on one of the boats that Fury and Hill had brought in. You were aware of someone sitting down by your side, as the pain ebbed enough. You were able to pull in a deep breath of air, and your eyelids popped open as you sat up.

“Tony, what the fuck did you make this suit out of? I got shot in the back, and it felt like I was dying.” You gripe at Tony, placing a hand on Clint’s knee that had been right next to your ribcage when you were laying down. It was then, that you noticed that Clint’s hand had been on your thigh. “Tony, can you have FRIDAY X-ray my spine?” You asked, if it hadn’t been for seeing Clint’s hand you would have never have known of its residence on your leg.

“L1 is shattered, but the spinal cord is intact.” Came your answer, and you knew that meant you needed some medical attention and you needed it quickly. You definitely were going to be having a serious conversation about retiring, once you got a clean bill of health.

“Clint, honey, I love you, but please don’t move or move me right now. I need Dr. Cho.” You said, looking around and counting heads, careful not to actually move your head. It looked like everyone, but Banner was present and accounted for. “Hey, Cap. I’m trying to walk it off, but I’m a little stuck on the walking part.” It wasn’t a pun, but it was the closest you could get right now.

Part 6 

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