#clint bartonxreader
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Talk to Me
Original request from @scrawlingwithstyle: Here's a request I've been sitting on for a bit. ClintxReader; Clint is deaf and most people rely on his lipreading skills, but Reader knows some ASL from when her family thought her autistic younger sibling would never speak (they became vocal close to seven years old). They have secret conversations across the room, thinking no one else on the team understands. . . . They're wrong. Adjust however you like!
A/N: Okay, it’s taken probably close to a year to actually get around to this, but i kind of breezed through writing it? And it was a whole bunch of fun to finally put down in a document. I didn’t change much about your request, but I definitely added to it, and made it a little romantic? Idk if it’ll come off as romance, it’s kind of goofy (it’s Clint, there needs to be a goof somewhere.) I really hope you like it, though!!
Page dividers by @carryonmyswansong
Pairing: ClintxReader
Word Count: 5.5k
Warnings: None
“Are you sure about this, Bruce?” I ask. “Ross let me go as soon as you went AWOL. I haven’t worked with people like this in years.”
“Of course I’m sure! You were the best back in the day.”
“Back in the day,” I laugh. “You make it sound like we’re ancient.”
“We’re not as young as we used to be,” he says. “But that’s the point. You’ll bring some much needed experience to the table.”
“But I’m not a spy and I definitely don’t have any powers.”
“Trust me, (Y/N), superpowers are not all they’re cracked up to be, and both spies have long since ceased their spying activities.” I cock one eyebrow and he laughs. “For the most part.”
“Saying a spy stopped being a spy is like saying you misplaced the hulk.”
“Ah, very true.”
“I’ll do it, though.”
“You will?”
“Well I can’t very well leave you to fend for yourself, now can I? As it stands, I’m already a shitty friend, working together can’t hurt things.”
Bruce grins and grips my shoulder. “I’ll see you Monday, then.”
I roll my eyes, but can’t fight back my smile. “Do I need to pack a bag, or will I be allowed to go home at the end of the day?”
“Not sure yet. Might as well bring a change of clothes and a toothbrush just in case.”
“Alright, then. I’ll see you Monday.”
“I can’t believe you actually pulled it off, Banner,” Stark says. “You wrangled a counselor for the team?”
“What,” I say. “Like it was supposed to be hard?”
Bruce laughs and reaches out to place his hand on my shoulder. “I’ve known (Y/N) for just about as long as I can remember. I’m sure she’ll be a good fit.”
“As long as you can remember, huh?” I look past Captain Rogers and find a sandy haired man. He grins when I meet his eyes. “Just how long?”
I bob my head from side to side. “Somewhere between twenty years and most of our lives.”
He whistles. “Pretty long time, then.”
“Mhm.”
Bruce clears his throat. “I’m sure (Y/N) wants to see where she’ll be working, so I’ll just show her to her office.”
Everyone in the boardroom waves and Bruce leads me out of the room. As soon as we’re out in the hall I sigh and bow my head, finally able to let my shoulders relax.
“That was a lot.”
Bruce chuckles. “Trust me, it’ll either get worse or stay exactly the same as time goes on, depending on who you’re talking to.”
“The blond guy who spoke up, that’s Hawkeye, right?”
“Clint Barton, yeah.”
“Will I be seeing much of him?”
“I’m not sure. I don’t really know much about the guy. He seems pretty happy-go-lucky and stable most of the time, though.”
“Huh.” I shrug and hitch my bag a little higher on my shoulder. “You never know with some people.”
“True. I’m sure you’ll deal with him at least once more after this. He’s the curious type.”
“I guess I’ll have to look forward to that, then.”
Bruce hummed in agreement and leads me to the elevator bank and takes me down to what will eventually be my office. He gives me a basic rundown of the facilities and shows me which restroom is closest to my office. I ask for a baseline reading on everyone on the team and Bruce rattles off what he’s noticed about the main five.
“Steve will most likely drop by to make small talk, but it may take some time for him to open up in any way that counts. Tony will joke about therapy, but once he warms up to you it’ll be impossible to get him to leave.”
“Oof, that bad?”
“He’s long-winded.”
“Then I guess I’ll have to enforce appointments with him when he starts to take interest.”
“Probably wise.”
“And Natasha?”
“I doubt you’ll see much of her. She has her ways of working through her issues on her own.”
“Do they involve murder?”
“Don’t know, and I don’t care to.”
“Got it. None of our business. I’ll let her come to me if she needs anything.” I plop down behind my new desk. “What about Thor?”
“Who knows. He shows up when he wants and tends to be a pretty jovial guy.”
“Ah. Is there anyone else outside of the tower I can expect?”
“Wanda, Sam, and Rhodey will be around from time to time. If Steve has his way, Bucky will move in at some point, and Wanda is currently in the process of moving into the tower, so you may see her more after that. I’m not sure how often she’ll drop by. She’s fairly private due to her powers.”
“Energy manipulation, right?”
He nods. “That, and other mind tricks.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
“But that just leaves Clint, and we’ve already gone over what you can expect from him.”
“It doesn’t just leave Clint, Bruce.” I fold my hands on the desktop. “I expect to see you in here at least once a week. Ideally twice.”
Bruce scowls. “(Y/N), you know how I feel about that.”
“Yeah, well, I listen to your opinions on that stuff when I’m just your friend. Now I’m your therapist, and you’re going to listen to me because I know what works for you. So I expect you to get your pasty ass in here when you’re scheduled.”
“You’re making appointments for me now?”
“Until I’m sure you’ll come to me on your own, yes.”
He rolls his eyes. “Fine. Send me the schedule. I’ll see you at my appointed time.”
“Wonderful.” I relax my shoulders, letting my professional mask slip. “Thanks for this, Bruce. I mean it.”
“I know you do.” He cracks a smile. “You’re the only person I trust to get to the root of our issues.”
“I appreciate that. I’ll try not to let you down.”
“Believe me, (Y/N), if anyone’s gonna let me down, it’ll be the team.” I laugh and he heads for the door. “I’ll see you later. Good luck with your first day.”
“Thanks, Bruce. I’ll see you later!”
“So, (Y/N),” Tony says, spreading out on the couch across from my chair. “What’s your deal?”
“My deal?”
“Yeah, what makes you tick? What motivates you to try and heal the fragile minds of the Avengers?”
“I’d say a decent paycheck is a pretty good motivator, Mr. Stark.”
He seems disappointed with my answer. “Is that it?”
“Well, that, and I want to make sure Bruce is doing alright. He’s struggled with therapy in the past, and I want to make sure he’s getting the kind of help that he needs.”
“I see.” He presses his lips together and folds his arms. “You’re not even curious about the rest of the team?”
“Of course I’m curious, but nothing discussed in this tower will be shared with anyone outside. I take my patients privacy very seriously.”
“You sure you don’t just fear for your life?”
“Living in New York, I fear for my life constantly. That doesn’t mean that I’m worried about getting merced if I get a little loose lipped outside of work.” I sigh and lean back in my chair. “That being said, I won’t be sharing your confidential information with anyone you haven’t specifically given authorized access to your records.”
“Huh.”
“Yeah. It’s almost like I’m a professional, right?”
He smiles. “I’m really starting to like you, (Y/N).”
“Then I guess I have a lot more of this to look forward to, then, don’t I?”
I laughs and hauls himself up from the couch. “We’ll see.”
I make a note of his response in my open document. “Sounds like a tentative yes to me, Mr. Stark, and I’ll be here so long as you deem my services necessary.”
He nods and exits my office. He leaves the door open.
“How are you liking it here so far, (Y/N)?”
“It’s been quiet, Captain Rogers. It’s a bit like pulling teeth trying to get anyone to make use of their resources.”
“I guess it would be. We’re a relatively private bunch.” He pauses a moment. “And, please, call me Steve.”
“Right, Steve. Is there anything that I can do for you today?” I ask. “It’s entirely alright if you just want to make small talk.”
“Oh, well, uh…” He awkwardly clears his throat and shifts uncomfortably on the couch. “I guess I just wanted to get a lay of the land.”
“I understand.” I glance around my office. “I should probably bring in some art and plants. Make it a little less sterile in here.”
Steve laughs. “That might help.”
I smile. “Maybe an area rug?”
He shrugs. “Whatever you think would be best.”
“I appreciate the creative freedom.” I close my laptop, set it to the side, and settle back in my chair. “Is there something on your mind, Steve?”
“No,” he says quickly. He immediately looks conflicted. “I… well, kind of.”
“Feel free to speak. Nothing you say will leave this office.”
“You hardly know me.”
I shrug. “I know how stressful this environment can be. And, while your team is very good at what they do, they’re also the ones who are causing your stress.”
“I don’t know if I’d say that.” I watch him chew the inside of his cheek. “I guess I’m just concerned that things might not get better, even when Bucky’s moved in.”
“Why’s that?”
“I don’t know. I’m worried that it might not be a good fit for him, or that the team won’t accept him, or that he might not even want to be around me.”
“Those are all valid concerns. Have you mentioned any of this to him?”
“God no. I don’t want to stress him out more than I already have with all of this moving business.”
“I might suggest bringing it up. He might be having similar worries himself, and, as helpful as it is to work towards what’s troubling you with me, I won’t be able to settle your nerves.”
“Maybe you’re right…”
“If nothing else, it might open up a new line of communication between the two of you, which couldn’t hurt.”
Steve stays for another hour, just talking. When he leaves, he asks if I want the door open or closed. I don’t give him a definite answer and he leaves it open, just a crack. I laugh and start on his profile.
Someone knocks on my door and I glance up from my paperwork to see Clint standing in the doorway.
“Mr. Barton,” I say. “I was wondering when I might see you.”
He shrugs. “Here I am.”
“After two weeks, I was starting to think you were avoiding me.”
“If I was?”
“Then it’s none of my business.”
The corner of his mouth lifts in a smile. “I like that answer.”
I rise from my desk and gesture to the couch. He raises his eyebrows, but takes a seat anyway. I sit across from him and watch as he tries to decide just how he should sit. In the end, he leans heavily on his knees. Nothing about him is relaxed.
“I’m starting to think Bruce was wrong about you.”
“What’d the green bean tell you about me?”
“Nothing concrete,” I answer. “He just mentioned that you seem to have a positive outlook on things most of the time.”
He snorts. “Great.”
“Mmm, I see. It’s a facade, then?”
He frowns and presses a finger to his right ear. “Could you say that again?”
“I said, it’s a facade, then?”
“Sometimes.”
I nod. “Interesting.”
He barks out a laugh. “Yeah, interesting.”
I watch him look around the room, examining the art on the walls and the stacks of paper on my desk. When he turns his head to the left, I notice his purple earpiece and something suddenly clicks. He tilts his head to the side when he sees me staring.
“What?”
“Would it be easier if we signed?” I ask, signing along as I speak.
He looks surprised. “You sign?”
I laugh. “Yes. My little brother is on the Autism spectrum. When he was a kid, he was almost entirely nonverbal. Mom taught him sign, and the rest of the family learned along with him.”
“That must’ve been really nice for him.”
“It was nice to be able to communicate with him when he couldn’t vocalize what he wanted to say. He eventually started speaking when he was about seven, though.”
“And you still held onto the signing skills?”
“Of course! It’s not like he just, bam, started talking. It was a long process, and he still has nonverbal days sometimes.” Clint starts to actually smile and it warms my heart. “It’s come in handy in my particular line of work too. Deaf and hard of hearing folks need counsellors and therapists too.”
“Which brings the topic of conversation back to me.” He shakes his head and leans back against the couch and signs, “You’re a tricky one, (Y/N).”
“I’m not tricky!”
“Then what?”
“I’m accommodating.” I speak again, but continue to sign along. “You don’t have to tell me everything, or anything, really. But I’m here to help, if you need me.”
“Thank you.”
“Of course, Clint. Any time.”
“Seems like you and Clint are getting close,” Bruce says.
“I don’t know what you mean, man.”
“He’s in here all the time, (Y/N). There’s no way Barton needs therapy five times a week.”
“It’s not always about therapy, Bruce. I strive to make my office a safe space where everyone knows that they can speak freely. He knows that he can come here and chill out without worrying about the rest of the team.”
“Barton doesn’t really worry about anything, though.”
“I wouldn’t be so sure of that.”
Bruce stares at me, eyes narrowed, and snaps his fingers. "You like him."
I roll my eyes. "I do not like him, Bruce. And you're not even here to talk about Clint, you're here to work on yourself and managing your stress levels."
He rolls his eyes. "I'm sure there's something we could talk about aside from me."
I sigh and hold my head in my hands. "I've been here for two months. I haven't been around long enough to form anything more than tentative relationships with the rest of the team. I'm more concerned about whether or not they can open up to me than I am with my love life."
“Right,” Bruce clears his throat.
“Thank you.” He looks thoroughly ashamed and I have to laugh. “I appreciate the interest, but it’s just not something that you need to worry about.”
“No, I understand.” He smiles and shrugs. “I guess I just miss having that easy rapport with you.”
“I mean, we still have that, Bruce. It’s just not something that I want to talk about in the workplace. It’s one thing to shoot the shit over lunch on a Saturday, it’s another to discuss my patients with another patient, all of whom are my coworkers.”
“I didn’t think about it like that.”
I smile. “It’s fine. Did you want to pick up where we left off on Tuesday?”
“Yeah, sounds good.”
“(Y/N)?”
I’m startled by the woman in the doorway. “Ms. Romanoff?”
She shakes her head and steps into my office. “As long as you’re not a government official, it’s just Natasha.”
“Ah, right.” I sit a little straighter in my chair. “What can I do for you, Natasha?”
“Clint’s said you’ve helped him a lot.”
“I don’t know about that. We just talk. He does all the helping.”
“I figured you’d say that.” She moves quickly across the room and takes a seat on the couch. “I’d like to talk to you, if you have the time.”
“Oh.” I scramble up from my desk to sit across from her. “What about?”
“I need help working through a recent case.”
“Are you sure I’m qualified for that?”
“Well, you said Clint does all the helping. Maybe what I need is a sounding board.”
“Fair enough. Where are you caught up?”
Natasha rattles off the details of a recent mission. I do my best to follow her, but she loses me when she starts explaining the intricacies of a piece of Hydra technology they discovered. Eventually, she perks up, almost looking like she wants to jump up from her seat and run from the room.
“I think I’ve got it.”
“That’s great!”
She calmly gets to her feet and walks to the door. “Thank you, (Y/N).”
I shake my head. “It was my pleasure.”
“Even so, you helped me.” She flashes me an unexpected smile. “I appreciate that.”
“It’s not a problem, Natasha. I hope that we can speak again at some point.”
She nods and heads for the door. “I’ll see you around.”
In the hall I hear, “Oh, hey, Nat.” and Clint pokes his head in soon after.
I smile. “Hey.”
“Hey.” He leans in the doorway and folds his arms. “What’d Nat dump on you?”
“Doctor patient confidentiality, Barton,” I say. “I can’t tell you.”
His arms fall to his side and he dramatically slumps into the room. “I thought you trusted me!”
I laugh. “I do trust you, Clint. But it’s not my information to give.” He drapes himself across the couch and grins at the sight of me fighting back my smile. “If it were, Bruce would have full access to what we talk about in our sessions.”
“That’s private information, (Y/N)!” He laughs. “I see your point.”
“Good.”
“Did you want to grab lunch later? That weird little cafe down the street started serving some kind of coffee burger.”
“Ugh, and you want to eat that?”
“(Y/N), it’s a coffee burger.”
“With all the heinous shit you put in your body, it’s a wonder you’re still alive.”
“If you think I’m bad, you should meet my dog.”
“Is that an offer?”
“Maybe.” He shrugs. “Guess you’ll have to stick around long enough to find out.”
I roll my eyes. “It’s been four months, Clint. If I haven’t run for the hills yet, I’m pretty sure it’s not gonna happen for a while yet.”
Something twinkles in his eyes. “That’s good to hear. I was worried I might scare you off.”
“If anyone were to scare me off, it’d be Tony.” I shake my head. “That man is a handful.”
“What happened to patient confidentiality?”
“Since when is Tony being a handful a secret?” He laughs and I relax in my seat. “But, yeah, I’ll get lunch with you.”
“Really?”
“Someone has to make sure you don’t keel over from physically eating coffee.”
“Oh come on! It’s not like they solidified the coffee and stuck it on a bun!”
“How do you know they didn’t? Maybe they turned the coffee into jello, passed it through a meat grinder, and threw it on a griddle.”
His face scrunches up in disgust. “Ugh, that’d just be burnt coffee.”
“I’ve watched you drink an entire pot of burnt coffee.”
“Desperate times, (Y/N). They call for desperate measures.”
I sigh and shake my head. ”I guess it’s fine, so long as you’re not addicted to caffeine pills.”
“Those don’t do anything for me.”
“That’s terrifying.”
He laughs, hauls himself up from the couch, and offers me a hand. “Shall we?”
“Shall we what?”
“Head out for lunch.”
“Now? I thought you said later.”
“It’s been like five minutes. It’s later now.”
I laugh. “I can’t just go now. I have an appointment with Steve in twenty minutes. We can leave after that.”
He pouts. “Fine.”
“Don’t give me that look, Clint!”
He sighs and trudges towards the door. “I guess I’ll just have to make a reservation for one thirty.”
“That’d be great.”
He flashes a brilliant smile before disappearing out into the hall. I shake my head and move back to my desk.
“That man is gonna get me in trouble.”
“I thought you said you weren’t involved with Clint?”
“I’m not, Bruce.”
“Then what’s this?” He places his phone on my keyboard.
I pick up the phone and find an article titled “Hawkeye’s New Flame, or Just a Fling?” pulled up. A picture of Clint and I at lunch the other day sits just below a paragraph speculating who I could be. I snort and hand him his phone.
“Clint and I went to lunch. That’s all.” I sit back and fold my arms. “What’s the problem, Bruce?”
“I don’t want you getting dragged into some kind of media storm because you work with us.”
“It’s one article!”
“There’s at least four more like it that I’ve seen.”
“I’m not worried about it, Bruce. Clint just went out for lunch and some pap caught us talking. That’s it. There’s nothing more to it, but I can’t stop people from talking.”
“You shouldn’t have to deal with it.”
“No one should have to deal with anyone plastering their personal life all over the internet, but you know what? I’d rather get caught out in public with Clint than Tony.” I laugh. “Can you imagine the shitstorm that’d kick up if that happened?”
Bruce tries not to laugh. “I guess you’re right.”
“It was bound to get out that the Avengers brought in a counsellor at some point. It’s better that it’s like this instead of some media outlet picking up a rumor and deciding that you’re all unstable.”
“Well…”
“I’m not saying you’re the most sane bunch, but that’s no one’s business but yours. Regardless, don’t worry about this. It’ll be fine.”
“Alright.” He pockets his phone. “You’d tell me if something was wrong, right?”
“Of course I would, Bruce. If something comes up, I’ll let you know.”
I sit on the floor of the gym and lift the collar of my shirt to wipe the sweat from my face.
Clint plops down on the floor beside me and tips his head to the side.
“Definitely didn’t expect to find you in here,” he says.
“What, I can’t work out?” I groan and lay back. “Ugh.”
“You okay?”
“No. I knew I should’ve just stuck to the treadmill.”
“What’d you do to yourself?”
“Weights.”
He laughs. “Why did you do that?”
“I don’t know. Is wanting to be able to lift a very large dog a good reason?”
“I wouldn’t say it’s a bad reason.” He lays beside me and props himself up on his elbow. “I could help you, if you want.”
“I don’t know how I feel about being all sweaty gross around you.”
He pokes my stomach and I laugh and shift away. “I don’t know, (Y/N), sweaty’s the new sexy.”
“Aw, that’s sweet.” I laugh and scrunch my nose. “Also kind of gross.”
“Sweet and kind of gross, I think you’ve pretty much summed me up perfectly.” I laugh so hard that I snort and he grins. “So, do you want help working out?”
I press my fist to my mouth to quiet my giggling. “If you’re willing to, I really would appreciate it.”
“Then it’s a done deal.” I thank him and his smile softens. “Sorry about those articles last week, by the way.”
“It’s fine, don’t worry about it.”
“I should’ve warned you, at least. I’m used to it, but you didn’t sign up for pap shots and gossip columns when you took this job.”
I scowl. “Honestly, Clint. If you’re not gonna read my lips, read my hands. It’s totally fine. I don’t care. I had a nice time at lunch. A few dumb articles won’t change that.”
“You mean that?”
“Well, yeah. I like spending time with you outside of all of this,” I say, gesturing to the tower in general. “With, y’know, no expectations of maintaining all of the professional bullshit.”
“Pretty sure you’re the most professional one here.”
“Thanks, I’m glad that comes across in the day to day, but do you understand what I’m saying? Like I genuinely do not care about what a shitty news outlet says. At the end of the day, the only opinions that matter are ours.” I sigh and settle on the floor. “Sorry.”
“Sounds like we’re not the only ones who need therapy.”
I hum. “Maybe I do.”
“No shame in it.”
I smile at him. “I know.” I sit up and get to my feet. “It’s getting late, I should head out.”
“You’re in tomorrow, right?”
“Yeah, I’ll be around till noon. I’ve got a wedding later in the day.”
“Not yours, right?”
I laugh. “No, definitely not mine.”
“Cool,” He smiles up at me. “Then I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Since when do we have staff meetings?” Clint asks.
“Since we brought on a counselor,” Tony says.
I frown. “I’ve been here six months and I’ve never been to any kind of meeting.”
“I’m going to ignore the fact that you brought that up and just keep moving with the meeting.”
I snort and shoot Clint a look. He laughs and signs for me to stop. I wave him off and turn my attention back to the head of the table.
Tony rambles on for about half an hour before Steve cuts in and the two of them start going back and forth. They bicker for twenty minutes before Thor swans in, greeting everyone with his bright, booming voice. I was stuck in my office the last time he was on Earth, so our paths never had a chance to cross. Steve takes a moment to introduce the two of us and Thor vigorously shakes my hand, unintentionally jostling me around the whole time. He takes his seat on the other side of Bruce and the conversation picks up again.
I catch Clint’s eye twitching in my peripheral when Thor speaks a little too loudly. I gesture to get his attention and he raises his eyebrows when he meets my eyes.
“You good?” I sign.
He nods. “Can’t pay attention to save my life in these meetings.”
“I’ve never known anyone to compliment your attention span.”
He mouths, “Oh, ha ha,” and I laugh.
“You’re mean, (Y/N).”
“And here I thought you liked me.”
“Never said I didn’t.” He grins. “The way things are going, I’d say you’re probably just my type.”
I shake my head and hide my smile behind my hand. “Stop.”
“Aw, you're cute when you're embarrassed." I flip him off and he laughs. “That's a compliment!"
I snort. “Pay attention, Clint.”
We manage to make it through another hour and, by that time, someone has turned off the lights and started giving a presentation. I fold my arms on the table and rest my chin on top and beg myself to stay awake through this meeting. I’m sure it’ll only be a little while longer.
Clint’s hand creeps into my line of sight and he taps the table to get my attention. I shoot him a quizzical look and he lifts his eyebrows.
“You still with us?” he signs.
“No.”
“It’s going longer than I thought it would.”
“I’m honestly about to fall asleep.”
“Aw, (Y/N), no.”
“This is how I go out. Avenge me, Clint.”
“No!”
“It’s your job. You have to.”
“But who will help me through the trauma?”
I cover my mouth to muffle my laughter. “I’d be dead, that’s none of my concern.”
He shakes his head. “And you call yourself my friend.”
Natasha clears her throat, startling me away from the conversation. I try to pay attention to the presentation, but I just can't wrap my head around what they're talking about and Clint easily distracts me again.
"Quick question."
Surprised, I sign, "Shoot."
"Would you want to go out with me?"
My brain stops working for a second. "Wait, what?"
"I said, will you go out with me?"
My heart hammers in my chest. "Like as friends, or on a date?"
He sighs. "We've been hanging out as friends for months now. I'm asking you on a date, stupid."
My face heats and I sit back in my seat. “Oh.”
He laughs. “Did I break you?”
“A little.” I frown.
“Just say yes!”
Startled, I glance up the table, only to find Natasha glaring at Clint and I. Everyone is looking at us and I suddenly want to disappear.
“What’s the problem?” Steve asks.
“I’m sick of watching the two of them flirt with each other,” Natasha says. “You’ve been mooning over each other for months. Just say yes and be done with it.”
“Nat, they haven’t said a single thing since the beginning of the meeting.”
“They’ve been signing at each other the entire meeting.” She looks directly at me and signs, “I see everything.”
“Sorry.”
“Just say yes.” She looks very pointedly between Clint and I. “You’d be good together.”
“I thought you said you didn’t like him!” Bruce says.
“That was months ago, Bruce. Things change.”
“Don’t be hard on her,” Natasha says. “Clint’s an acquired taste.”
“I’m just gonna, um…” I gesture to the door. “I’m just gonna go.”
I see Tony and Steve nod and I shove my chair back from the table and make my escape. The door shuts behind me, and I’m free. I sigh, relieved to be free of the weight of everyone’s eyes on me, only for the embarrassment of having my crush exposed to my coworkers to settle deep in my stomach.
I press my fingertips to my temples and walk down the hallway. “I knew he was gonna get me in trouble.”
I make the decision to just go back to my office. Maybe I can at least get some work done or, at the very least calm down. I turn as the elevator doors close and catch a glimpse of the conference door opening at the end of the hall. I shift slightly so that it’s not in my line of sight.
The elevator ride feels like it’s too long and I immediately flop down on my couch as soon as I’m in my office. I can't get comfortable and shift around until I'm upside down with my legs over the back of the conch, staring at the ceiling. I press the heels of my hands over my eyes and groan out of frustration.
“I left without even answering him,” I mutter.
The door suddenly opens and I freeze, pulling my hands away from my face, waiting for whoever it is to announce themselves.
"(Y/N)?"
"Clint?" I try to sit up and smack my head on the edge of the coffee table. "Shit."
"Are you okay?" he asks.
I rub my forehead and sit up a little more carefully. "I'll live."
He takes a seat on the coffee table and watches intently as I sit upright on the couch and face him. He reaches out and gently touches my forehead, only to jerk his hand back when I wince.
"Sorry."
"Don't, it's fine."
"Okay." He sighs softly and shuffles awkwardly on the table. He stills when I touch his knee and takes my hand in his. "I'm sorry about the meeting. I shouldn't have put you on the spot like that."
"Honestly, Clint, you don't need to apologize," I murmur. "I got flustered and then embarrassed when everyone else got involved."
"I know. I probably like pushing your buttons a little too much."
"That's not it."
"But I do push your buttons."
"Yeah, but only 'cause I let you." He smiles and I squeeze his hand. "But I'm a deeply private person. To have Natasha butt in like that, no matter the good she meant by it, really set me on edge."
"I had no idea."
"I don't feel like I have to keep everything close to my chest when I’m with you. You tease me, but it’s never from a place of malice and you know me well enough that you never take it too far.”
“I mean, you give as good as you get.” He doesn’t meet my eyes as he runs his thumb over my knuckles. “But still. I should’ve just asked in private, but you know me.”
“Yeah. You’re sweet, but kind of stupid sometimes. More than a little impulsive. And way too fond of coffee.”
“Aw, I thought that was endearing!” He smiles when I laugh. “The invitation still stands, but you don’t have to say yes.”
“What’re you talking about?” He meets my eyes and I shake my head. “I’m not about to turn you down. You haven’t introduced me to your dog yet.”
“Oh, I get it, you only want me for Lucky.”
“Mhm.”
He shakes his head and kneels on the floor in front of me. “Shoulda known.”
“I know, I’m pure evil.” He grins and takes my face in his hands. “I should be fired, right?”
“Without a doubt.”
I hum softly and lean forward to bump my nose against his. After a moment’s hesitation, Clint closes the distance between us and gently kisses me. I place one hand on his forearm and tilt my head to the side to kiss him back. He smiles against my lips and pulls away, his eyes flitting over my face.
“So… about that dog.”
I have no idea what would happen to them after that, but I’d like to think they’re having a great time, petting dogs and continuing to mess with each other, all whilst falling in love.
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Meet-Cute and Other Adventures {2/100}
Pairing: Clint Barton/Reader
Rating: T
Chapter Notes: N/A
In the weeks since you’d been cornered in the alleyway between your home and work, mutant-human relations have been in a steady but constant decline. The news regularly covers scenes where mutant-friendly businesses have been picketed by angry humans. Apartment complexes where mutants live are vandalized. You keep your head down, and hope that no-one will notice you. You really shouldn’t be too surprised when someone tossed a Molotov cocktail into your open living room window.
Shattering glass is what startles you out of sleep. The yowling of your cat by your bedroom window has you scrambling out of bed. Your brain is still cottony as you fling open the casement, letting Sprinkles out. The feline hops out onto the fire escape and wails again.
That’s when you notice the smoke.
Coughing, you pad out of your bedroom and into your kitchen, where you can see fire — fire — flickering off of the cracked linoleum. The smoke and the rapidly growing flames have you blinking back tears and swearing loudly. Someone pounds on your door.
”Help,” you cry out. “I’m in here!”
The fire is between you and the front door. Shit. You scramble to get back into your room, grabbing an empty duffel bag on your way past the utility closet. When you get into your room, you slam your door shut,
You toss clothes haphazardly into the bag, grabbing the comfiest that you can find. Now you remember why Professor X had told your class why you needed to keep a bag packed at all times.
”Humans… normal people… don’t always understand what’s different, and they can be dangerous. It is always best to be prepared to move.”
You have gotten too comfortable in the little life you’ve built for yourself, and this is the result. Stupid, stupid, naïve, you scold yourself, sliding your clunky old laptop in amidst the soft sweatpants and worn t-shirts. This is why you listen to your elders, dumbass.
Biting your lip, you briefly debate digging around in your closet for the delicate gold chain that you’d been given when your family dropped you off at Xavier’s so many years ago. You scoff to yourself. It’s the only thing you have of them; it’s a non debatable necessity.
You’re on your hands and knees waist-deep in the junk that you’ve tossed into your closet when someone taps on your window. You don’t hear them at first, finally wrapping your fingers around the knotted gold chain. They knock on the white-wood frame this time. You hear them and stand up too fast, smacking the back of your head against the lower clothes bar.
“Fuck!”
Rubbing your hand over the newly-formed goose egg, you turn to your window with a scowl. Your apartment is three stories up and the fire escape’s ladder to the ground is always rusted stuck — there’s no way anyone could climb up it. “Who are you?”
”What, you don’t recognize me? I’m hurt.”
That voice… You definitely recognize it, but you can’t place where you’ve heard it before. How do you know him? “Who are you?”
The man slides in your window like it’s second nature. He’s wearing a mask-hood hybrid. A super? He pulls the cowl back, and recognition dawns on you.
“Clint?”
“Hey, sweetheart. Miss me?”
You splutter at his use of ‘sweetheart’. “Not that I’m not glad to see you, but what the hell are you doing here?”
He raises an eyebrow at you. “Do you really want to have that conversation while your apartment is on fire? Come with me, I can keep you safe.”
Safe, right. Safe is good. You spread your hands out in front of yourself. “Lead the way, oh mighty one.”
Clint makes to grab your duffel, but you beat him to it. “Nope, there’s delicate stuff in here, man. I’ve got it. Can you give me my cat?” He looks confused, but then you point at your incredibly dumb cat; he’s rubbing up against Clint’s legs. The man scoops Sprinkles up and hands him to you. The little idiot is purring like crazy. You unzip the bag and let Sprinkles sit on the top of the clothes before zipping it up.
Clint snorts. You roll your eyes. Sprinkles does look a little ridiculous with just his poofy head poking through the zipper. In your hurry to get to the window, you brush up against the doorknob and hiss. It’s hot enough to burn your skin now. You clap a hand over the burn.
”Okay, I’m good to go. Can we go now?” Your voice shakes with the pain. You’d never been good with injuries in school, and that hasn’t changed over the last two years.
”Yeah, of course. C’mon.” Clint helps you through the window and onto the metal platform of the fire escape. It’s cold outside, and you remember that a weather anchor had predicted snow later on in the week. Clint waves you towards the stairs going up. “This way.”
You give him a very thorough side-eye. “Shouldn’t we be going down?”
Clint jerks his head at the angry crowd below. “You sure you wanna go down there right now?” You shake your head. He nods. “Yeah, that’s what I thought. Now come on, I have a place where you’ll be safe until we can get you to Xavier’s.”
The two of you spend the next few minutes climbing up the fire escape before reaching the roof. Clint hasn’t even broken a sweat, you notice. Meanwhile, you’re panting and bracing your hands on your knees as you catch your breath. “How,” pant “are,” gasp “you,” wheeze “not,” deathrattle “dying?”
“Because I’ve trained nearly every single day of my adult life to do stuff like this,” he says. You place a hand on your chest, as if that will stop your heart from leaping out behind your ribs. Clint frowns. “Are you okay?”
“I’m… fine,” you say, breathing heavily through your nose. “Just… give me… a minute.”
Sprinkles meows at you. You idly scritch begins his ears. Your heart rate slows to a more manageable pace, and you swallow past the lump in your throat. “Okay, I’m good, I think. Unless there are more stairs. If there are more stairs, just let me perish.”
Clint gives you a strange look. You shrug. Stairs suck; you’re not afraid to voice your opinion and you tell the archer as much. He rolls his eyes.
Smoke is beginning to cloud the air. “So…” you breathe in and cough. “How do you plan on getting us down from here?”
Clint holds up a finger and makes a one-eighty turn, muttering. You strain to hear what he says, but he’s just far enough away that you can’t quite catch it.
Something sizzles and sparks beside Clint, and you scramble backwards as an orange portal — a portal?! — opens. While you’ve seen some weird shit in your life (Logan peeling potatoes with his claws while on kitchen duty was pretty fucking weird at the time, okay?), this really does take the cake. You’re pretty sure that the orange circle is permanently emblazoned on the inside of your eyelids. It’s bright.
“Go on, I’m right behind you.” You hadn’t heard Clint approach you, and in your surprise you shriek, pitching headfirst into the portal. As you fall, the only thing you can really concentrate on is not squishing your cat.
Your shoulder hits the ground hard, and you groan. Sprinkles meows and licks one of your fingers. Clint’s shoes appear in your peripheral vision as he offers you a hand.
“What the hell was that?”
“Dimensional portal, à la Doctor Strange.” Clint pulls you upright with little trouble when you grasp his hand. You don’t let go of his hand. “It’s safe here, I promise.”
”Where is this place?” You peer at your surroundings. It’s a beautiful building, whatever and wherever it is, with heavy woods and plush carpets and a distinctly art nouveau vibe to it. If you hadn’t just tripped off of the roof of your apartment building and landed inside of another one, you might have relaxed enough to ask questions about the history of the place, but you did just trip through a portal, so your lack of questions could be forgiven. Clint opens his mouth to reply, but another voice cuts across the room.
“This is the Sanctum Sanctorum,” a man in a red cape says as he glides down from the balcony above. Your eyebrows rise. “I am Doctor Stephen Strange. You must be a mutant from Agent Barton’s quadrant.”
“Pleased to meet you,” you say, and then you introduce yourself, pulling your hand out of Clint’s in order to shake the man’s hand. Doctor Strange then returns to the second floor, leaving you alone with Clint. You turn to him, your hand finding a place on your hip. “Alright. What’s going on? Why were you oh-so-conveniently near where I lived? I could’ve gotten away from the rioters just fine on my own.”
“My people — the Avengers — and your people — the X-Men — have joined forces temporarily,” Clint tells you. “There’ve been… threats… against mutants with the new tolerance laws that were passed recently. “
“That’s it?” You are distinctly unimpressed and it shows in the curl of your lips. “Mutants have dealt with worse in the past. What’s so big about this that Professor X has strangers evacuating mutants? Why hasn’t anyone contacted those of us who don’t live at the school anymore?”
Clint runs a hand through his hair. “Uh, well, we’re — I’m — not sure. It’s all very hush-hush, and I’m not an A-list Avenger, so…” He spreads his hands out before him. “I wish I had more information for you.”
“Alright, then,” you sigh and glance around the foyer of the Sanctum. “Is this where I’m supposed to stay? Or is there another stop on this ‘Underground Railroad’?”
”Huh? Oh, ha ha. Funny.” Clint doesn’t sound amused but the corners of his eyes are crinkled up, so you count that as a successful attempt at humor. “No, this is just a pit stop on the way to Xavier’s. Do you have a hoodie or something in that bag of yours? We’re gonna have to walk to my place before I can get you to Xavier.”
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Emotions
“Oh no,” you said, worry taking over your face.
“What is it?” Clint asked. “What happened? Who died?”
“I think I just felt an emotion.”
“You have got to be kidding me.”
“Oh nope, never mind. It was just a bit of indigestion. We’re good.”
“You’re ridiculous.”
“It was worrying,” you said, indignantly. “I was scared. Oh no, that’s two emotions. Nope, nope, gotta go, gotta walk away. Must be something in the air. Uh, uh. Nope. Bye, Clint.”
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The Ex in Eighties Part 2 (Clint Barton X Reader)
Part 1
Unfortunately, the fun times didn’t last. We had our bumps, especially when it came to Clint’s work hours. After a week-long argument, Clint decided to finally put it to rest.
“Look, (Y/N), I’m sorry.” He apologized, surprising me. Clint could be the sweetest guy, but he was extremely stubborn. “It’s not right of me to keep my work a secret from you and I want to fix that.”
“How?” I questioned, with just the slightest hint of sass in my tone.
“Can I show you my workplace?”
I agreed happily and we drove downtown to a huge glass building that I could only guess was government owned. Clint smiled at me and grabbed my hand before leading me inside. I gaped at the size of the building and the amount of people inside. I actually gasped when I noticed a certain eagle symbol plastered all over the building.
I turned to Clint, “You work for SHIELD?!”
He laughed, “Clint Barton, A.K.A Hawkeye, one of SHIELD’s top agents.”
“Did I mention I love you?”
Clint opened his mouth to speak, but a dark-skinned man with an eye patch approached. “Barton.”
Clint turned to face him with a goofy grin on his face. He was usually extremely serious, but, according to him, it was impossible for him not to smile around me. “Sir.”
The man eyed me and my smile lessened a little. He was pretty intimidating and my tough girl shell reappeared almost instantly. “This her?”
“Yes, sir.” Clint looked at me.
I crossed my arms. “I’m right here, gentlemen.” Clint looked a little alarmed by my sassy tone and glanced between me and his superior.
His boss, on the other hand, raised an eyebrow with a sparkle in his eye. “Of course.” He cleared his throat. “Mind introducing me, Barton?”
“Oh!” Clint caught himself, “(Y/N), this is Nick Fury, Director of SHIELD, but you can just call him Director Fury or Fury. I always do. Fury, this is my girlfriend;(Y/N).”
“Pleasure.” Fury said, shaking my hand. “So, how long have you had to deal with hotshot here?” Clint looked offended.
I snorted, “Two months. He can be a pain in the ass, but I can handle him.”
“I don’t doubt it, Miss.” Fury chuckled.
“Please, it’s (Y/N).”
Fury smirked, “Alright, then, (Y/N). Follow me and I’ll give you the VIP tour.”
I got to meet many a SHIELD agent and became closely acquainted with Nick, Maria Hill, Phil Coulson, and even Natasha, who turned out to be Clint’s partner, both in missions and in crime.
Other than that, life was decently normal. Clint was soon assigned to guard some top secret facility and only came back in the late hours of the night, leaving pretty early, too, but usually getting a day or so break.
Since an earlier incident (one I would prefer to forget), Clint and I had a rule that we waited at least 6 hours after the designated return time of a mission before launching into freakout mode and going after Fury. When Clint didn’t come home at the right time one night, I thought nothing of it and figured he would be back while I was asleep. When morning came, I realized that I was wrong.
At 6 a.m., on the dot, I stormed into SHIELD headquarters with a blazing fury and stomp to my step. I had a target in mind and he was not getting off easy. Security sprang into action and tried to stop me in my tracks, “Ma’am, I’m sorry, but you don’t have the right clearance to- Hey!”
I shoved past him and flung the door to Nick’s office open. I went immediately for his desk, slamming my hands onto it and startling a very bruised Fury. “Where? Is? He?”
Fury waved off the team of trailing security and sighed. “(Y/N). I’m sorry, but-”
“Don’t you just ‘sorry’ me, Nick!” I growled, furious at my lack of information. “Where the hell is Clint?!”
“Agent Barton’s been compromised.”
My jaw dropped and I stood in shock, my tough appearance shattering. No. He couldn’t be captured. No, please God, I begged, Anyone but him.
“Some mystical god or being or other took control of him and-” Nick stopped and wrapped me in a hug. Due to my frail emotional state, I accepted it and sobbed into his chest. Clint was MIA.
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Let’s Be Lonely Together- Bucky BarnesxReader
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Sweet Dreams
Clint BartonXreader!
Summary: Clint has been having many strange dreams lately and they all involve the same girl. On "open house" day for the avengers to recruit new ones, he sees the girl from his dreams.
Word count: 3.6k
•multiple avengers placed into the story and made up characters
Warnings: slight profanity, the tiniest bit of smut, angst.
Destroyed buildings, dead bodies of fallen soldiers, and her. She would always be there in his dreams, it's like she is the angel of death. Every night Clint Barton goes to bed his vivid dreams begin to take their course. They always end in one way, Clint dying or getting critically injured. The girl however, she is the one hurting him. Crushing him with an object, blasting him from afar, and slicing his neck, and more. After he died she would walk up to him say something but he couldn't make out the words.
"I think he's having another one of his dreams" Nat says holding a cup of coffee watching over Clint
"aren't you gonna wake him up? I don't think watching him is the best idea" wanda says with a concerned look "I could give him a happy dream, just say the magic words" she says as she waves her hands
Nat takes a long pause as she collects her thoughts. "Ok, you can give him a good dream as long as im in it" she says with a smile
Wanda nods her head and proceeded to give Clint the dream he deserves instead of him having a nightmare.
It's morning, Clint opens his eyes confused. He sits up and sits at the edge of the bed stretching his arms. He gets up and goes to grab his toothbrush from the bathroom before he is interrupted by nat standing in the doorway
"so how did you sleep"
"I slept pretty good surprisingly, it's been a while since I've had such a good dream" he says as he puts toothpaste on his toothbrush and begins to brush his teeth.
As he brushes he then realizes that it was open house day and his room was an absolute shit show. He takes an hour to clean before getting dressed and going to meet everyone in the kitchen.
When he walks down stairs he can see everyone looking very tired and staring at him angrily. All of them holding pillows
"Barton, you need to learn to control yourself!" Lang says as he throws his pillow at Clint only missing him by an jnch
"what did I do??! I didn't have another nightmare did I??"
"oh it DEFINITELY wasn't a nightmare" tony says scoffing at barton "do you know how loud you were? we could hear you from outside, no OUTER SPACE." tony then stands up and goes in front of Clint and begins to talk quieter "Barton, buddy look, I understand you have your little sexual fantasies and whatever but you need to keep it down so the rest of us can sleep" tony then Pat's his shoulder and walks away
"fantasies? What fantasies?"
he then remembers a very vivid part of his dream where he has sex with ... Nat. He wasn't grossed out by the idea but he wasn't happy with it either. He then heads over to Natasha who is drinking a cup of coffee.
"did you know?"
"did I know what?" She says with a smirk
"you totally did know! That's why you asked about my dream!" He says laughing
"I had Wanda help you out with your dreams and she helped you out a little too much"
They share a few laughs before getting stopped by Steve he called a group meeting. All the avengers, even Peter Parker, head over to sit down at the table or stand around it to listen to what Cap has to say
"alright guys, so today is the open house and I just wanted to make sure everyone was prepared to meet potential avengers. There are a few rules I made so nothing gets out of hand while they are here" he hands out little pamphlets saying 'welcome!' on the front to hand to the potentials. "When the potentials get here I am going to pair you up with one of them and then you give them the pamphlet. Is that clear? Do I have to explain anything else"
Peter raises his hand
"yes Peter"
"so,,, I can get a partner too?"
"no actually you will be greeting everyone at the door and sadly I'll be showing some moves to the potentials and I need your help"
"um sir why is that sad?"
"because I'm going to kick your ass,, anyway with that being said I dismiss you all, the potentials will be here shortly"
Peter stands there with a worried look on his face before being dragged out by Sam and bucky telling him not to worry.
Clint stands in the training room with the other avenges all lined up and turned to face the door to get partnered up. A long black limo then arrives and tons of potentials come piling out and start heading to the door being held open by spidey, in his suit of course.
"welcome! potentials, this is the new HQ for the avengers and you have all been chosen to 'test your might' in the training room. And if you make it past the first cut you'll have a simulated mission and the 2 best potentials shall train with us for a while and join the team!" Cap says with a big grin
"now I'm going to have you pull a random number out this bin and that's your partner"
Clint can see each potential grabbing a piece of paper hoping the person he gets is cool.
He then sees a girl, she seems very familiar but he can't pin point why. She starts to walk over into the room asking everyone what number they have.
"over here!" Nat says waving her hand to the girl "lucky you, you have the best person in the room"
The girl laughs and it makes Clint feel uneasy and when he hears her speak he can almost remember where he has seen her
"hi I'm y/n, do I have to disclose any special abilities I have to you?"
"oh here I almost forgot" Nat hands her the pamphlet cap made "these are all of the rules you need to follow and information you need" she smiles "and yes it would be important to know of your abilities"
"in that case I am able to manipulate the air and turn it into any solid object I want and manipulate the mind"
And with that being said Clint stares widely at the ground and looks up at y/n. she catches him staring and he quickly averts his eyes to a blue kree potential walking towards him.
"hi I'm Erik, do you have a pamphlet for me?"
"oh here you go" he hands him the pamphlet and begins to tell him some of the rules while glancing at y/n every few seconds
Cap then goes up front with Peter to show the potentials some new moves. Steve did great of course peter, not so much.
"it's now your time to train with the potentials, have fun, don't go to Easy on them" he says walking out with Peter limping
Clint goes to look over at Erik and signals him to get into fighting position but he seems confused.
"come on kid get in position" Clint says laughing
"oh" Erik says as he gets in a stance that looks like he is getting ready to do a squat
"no kid look, here is what you do. You put your arms up like you're gonna throw a punch and put one leg back and bend your knees"
The kid repositions himself and then looks up to smile at him. Clint can already tell this kid is gonna need alot of work.
An hour or 2 goes by and the next part of open house is to bond with your potential, so Clint and Erik went into a living room area and talked for a bit.
"I am very excited to become an avenger, it's been my dream since forever"
"oh I forgot to ask, what powers do you have?"
"I can speak to people in their head as long as I've seen them"
"so, you're telepathic?"
"yes, haha my parents, who are kree, came here and had to disguise themselves to blend in. We don't go out much. But yes my parents were so confused on how I got these powers they had me-"
Clint kind of just nods his head listening to the potential speak most of the time explaining how he grew up on Earth and seeing avengers saving the world and blah blah blah. All Clint was worried about was y/n. He couldn't get her out of his head, literally. His best bet was to just ask Erik about her.
"hey uhh, do you know anything about that girl over there" he then points to y/n chatting it up with Natasha
"ahh yes, y/n" he takes a bit of a pause "she can be a bit of a handful. Um, she grew in a rough life her parents were mutants in xmen but they went rogue and we're shot with multiple arrows and died so she actually grew up with me. She doesn't like telling people though so don't bring it up"
"yeah thanks for that,, but does she do anything to your dreams"
"oh all the time. She loves to give me nightmares and when I wake up she would just lay in the bed next to me laughing"
Clint didn't say anything and he kind of just glared at y/n until she made eye contact with him. He didn't turn away. The look on her face was filled with a bit of terror but also relief. Like she didn't have to hide anything anymore. Then Nat came over to us.
"hey guys have you met my amazing potential y/n" she said excited
"no I haven't" he stood up "my name is Clint Barton, nice to meet you" he held out his hand to shake hers
She shook his hand and smiled slightly with a nervous look on her face
Steve Rogers then came in to assign all the potentials rooms that made the cut in the training room
" as I watched you all fight through the cameras and in person, me and another person have voted on who stays and who goes. Out of the 15 that showed up, only 7 made the cut. All the names I call are safe. Natasha, Scott Lang, Tony, Thor, Rhodey, Sam, and Clint. Alright now everyone that made it follow me and everyone else, thank you for coming and always keep working hard, tony will see you out."
And with that Steve walked off with the potentials and Clint was left with nat.
"that girl you're partnered with is the one giving me nightmares"
Natasha then looks over at Clint with her eyes widened and a confused look on her face "excuse me what"
Clint then nods his head while Nat is trying to comprehend the situation.
"how is she giving you nightmares she hasn't even seen you before. Want me to get her kicked out"
"no no don't do anything, I'll talk to her myself"
after that conversation he headed back to his room to get ready for bed.
As he closed his eyes the nightmare soon took place. He was in an abandoned building with skeletons and dead avengers everywhere. He can hear footsteps coming towards him, it was her. She came closer and closer until she was close enough to grab his neck.
"why did you do it. Why did you kill them" she says as she looks like she is going to cry.
"i had to" he says as he struggles to get loose from y/n
"that's the wrong answer" she grips tighter and tighter
Nat would give him tips on how to wake himself up during a bad dream because they would scare her sometimes and she can't watch him 24/7, so he thought it was the time to try it. It worked.
He popped up out of bed gripping y/ns neck then he eventually let go once he saw her tear up. After he let go he sat down on his bed looking at her catch her breath.
"why. Why hunt me down, try out for the avengers and kill me."
"you killed my parents" she says still gripping her neck
Clint kind of laughs at her comment and then goes back to having a Stern look on his face "are you serious? Do you know who your parents are?"
Y/n stands there in silence looking at Clint then at the ground not knowing what to say "you took them away from me"
"if they loved you, they wouldn't have given you such a hard life." He paused and looked at the ground " your parents, yes they were in heros but they found their way to hydra. They thought he was the best bet for the world. They killed and tortured so many people y/n. I had to kill them"
He can hear her beginning to cry and he doesn't really know what to do. Was he really going to comfort the girl that tried to kill him 10 minutes ago? Yeah
"look just sit next to me, we can talk this out"
She slowly walked over to sit on the edge of the bed with him. She then hugged him and started bawling her eyes out on his chest. She noticed how firm it was and how built he was. But all he could think about is trying to get her to stop the nightmares.
After y/n cried she looked up at Clint, they stared at each other for a while
She then leaned in for a kiss
"what are you doing" Clint says as he breaks the kiss
Y/n looks at him teary eyed and covers her mouth thinking about how much she wanted to take it back
"im- I'm so sorry. I should go I shouldn't even be in here right now. I'm so sorry" she gets up and tries to walk out the room before Clint grabs her arm. "No you don't have to go, I was just caught off guard. First you try to kill me and then kiss me. So much happened in those few minutes and I just needed to process"
She nods telling him she understands. As they both stand in the middle of his room they look at the floor until y/n goes in for a hug. It was comforting and warm to let Clint know she was ok. It lasted a while.
"so,,, about my dreams" he whispers in her ear "
"don't worry, it won't happen anymore"
She then smiles at Clint and heads out the room
Clint's wakes up bright and early thanks to cap bursting into his room with Tony to wake him up for the simulated mission with Erik. Clint heads out the door heading to the simulation room.
when he gets there Erik is already there waiting for him.
"hey Clint! I've been practicing hard all night I can't wait to work with you"
"don't get too excited"
Erik had a dazed and confused look on his face from bartons comment.
Soon enough all the team members gathered in front of simulation room. Each team would go in one by one doing a battle again some sort of villain. Steve had taught them about all the villains yesterday when he showed them to their rooms.
"all right now this is the last test you will have to see if you make it into the avengers. Last night I gave you a folder of a villain and their weakness. The villains I gave you are going to be. Good luck"
"first up is Lang's potential" tony says
Scott sends his potential in there and he did not so good. He just about got his ass beat. After him it was Clint's turn. He sends the blue boy in there and waits to see what villain he gets. It's Ronan. Of course Steve would give him a villain the same race he was.
As Clint watched he noticed that Erik's form was better but Ronan taunted him like he does everyone.
"I killed many of our kind, join me, join me in killing off the rest of us, like your dear parents"
"shut up!" He ran at Ronan trying to dodge his attacks. He was hit a few times but he kept going. It was about 20-30 min fight before cap ended it.
Up next was Rhodey, then tony, then Sam, Thor and finally it was Nat. Clint had been waiting to see y/n fight Because he had high hopes for her. She stepped in and when Steve started the simulation, Ultron was her villain. Clint and Erik could see the fear in her face.
"hello sweet girl, I knew your parents. their lives were so boring without me so I took them, we became so strong. Too bad they died, well not really they started getting soft on me."
Her eyes watered but she didn't let him get to her, she fought and fought up until the 30 min mark then Steve had to end it.
"Hey, good job in there" Clint said as she walked out. She thanked him and quickly rushed to the bathroom
Steve then reviews everyone's scores on their simulation and makes an announcement. "Ok everyone can I have your attention. I have added up the highest scores and the names I say will be safe. Before I say them I just want to say it was great working with everyone and we appreciate you trying out. Ok so the two people are, Erik and y/n! Congratulations you two are now official avengers."
Everyone clapped and cheered and the losing potentials were shown out by their teammate.
After everyone left Clint was exhausted, even though he did nothing, so he went to his room to shower and sleep. He got out the shower and was soon interupted by y/n entering his room
"omg I'm so sorry I didn't know you only had a towel on" she said covering her eyes
"it's fine, but can you turn around so I can get dressed"
She nodded and she heard him drop his towel. She was very tempted to look, so she did and all she caught was a glimpse of his butt as he pulled up his boxers.
He turns around and sees her looking "how long have you been staring!" He walks up to her as she laughs "only a few seconds I swear" when she stops laughing she realizes he's shirtless and blushes a little but Clint didn't see.
After the laughter dies down Clint asks y/n why she is in his room
"oh I just wanted to say thank you again for saying I did good in the simulation room" he smiles and says no problem. There is then more silence while they both stand in the middle of the room.
"is that all?" He says
She stares at him and looks at him for a moment
The next thing you know y/n pressed her lips against Clint's once again, this time he doesn't pull away. y/n rubs her fingers through clints slightly damp hair as she locks lips with the marksman. His hand is around her waist, massaging her back as they continue the passionate kiss. Clint begins to get more into the kiss and pushes y/n against the wall then gripping on her ass slightly. Her hands are on his back almost digging into his skin. He soon signals to take off her shirt revealing her lacey bra. She then wrapped her legs around Clint and he carried her to his bed, laying her down so he is able to take off her jeans. He then goes back to her soft bruised lips, then her neck, stomach and when he was making his way further down she she stopped him
"what's wrong" he says eager to continue
"nothing, it's just,,, I think we should wait to do this. Maybe go on an actual date first." She said as she hoped she didn't kill the mood
"I understand, we can wait." He moves up and goes back to her lips to give her one final kiss "so are you sleeping in here" y/n then nods and he goes to his closet and grabs an large shirt for her to wear to bed.
The two then lay there under the covers, Clint holding her in his arms "goodnight" he says to her kissing her forehead. Y/n then says "Sweet dreams" as she kisses his cheek.
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Hi! Your account is amazing and I love it! Could you do a Clint BartonxReader where Clint is coming home from a missin but he lost his hearing and he tries to tell the reader but it is really hard for him. That would be amazing! =)
It’s added to the queue! (Silence). xx
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Gif is not mine. Thank you to the wonderful person who made it.
The city was under attack and the avengers we're here to save the city. Not only them were saving the city.
You were on the SWAT team. Your team was called in to help protect the city. You were in the middle of the fight when you got attack by one of Loki’s men. You fight him back but he was to strong. Before he tries to kill you with his claws, he gets ripped from above you and gets killed by a arrow.
The man looks towards you. “We haven’t met yet. I’m Clint.”
You get yourself on your feet. “Thank you.” You said to him. “I’m Y/N”
You pick up one of the guns that felt on the floor and start walking to one of the frontlines to be with your team.
“You have to be a little more careful.” Clint says to you walking with you to the frontline.
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Broken Flock (12/12)
Summary: It’s been two years since you uprooted your life and left to figure out who you really are, leaving behind Bucky and Clint with little more than a note as a warning. Now, New York is calling your name and it’s time to go home. How will Clint and Bucky react to your return, and how will the time have affected your relationship?
A/N: We’ve reached the end! It’s a little bittersweet to close out this story because I’ve fallen so in love with it and these characterizations. All I can say is that I’m so grateful to have had all of you on this journey with me, and I hope you enjoy the finale!
Page dividers by @carryonmyswansong
Pairing: WinterhawkxReader
Word Count: 4.2k
Warnings: None
Part 11
"Has (Y/N) seemed off lately?"
Bucky briefly looks up from his work. "A little. Why?"
"Dunno," Clint leans back in his seat. "I guess I'm just worried. She went through a lot in that barn. What if it's still messing with her head?"
"It might be." Bucky sighs and moves around the table to sit next to Clint. "We're here for her, right? She can come to us with anything."
"I know, but she doesn't like asking for help. You know that. What if she doesn't feel like she can talk to us? I don't wanna sit by and watch this eat her alive, Buck."
"Y'know, you're a little too empathetic for your own good." Bucky smiles and brushes the back of his fingers against Clint's cheek. "We'll be there for her when she's ready."
Clint nods. "You're right. I just…"
"You worry."
"Yeah. Of course I worry. You saw what she looked like when we found her. That shit broke my heart."
"I know. I felt it too. But we do what we have to for the people we love, right? And… and we love her."
"Yeah?"
"Well, I know that I do. And we're the same with her as we are when we're alone, all tangled up together like we're one person. I don't know about you, but I don't really do that shit with people who're just my friends." Clint chuckles and Bucky squeezes his hand. "When she's not with us, you complain that something's missin', and we both know it's (Y/N)."
Clint hums. "You're right."
Bucky cracks a smile. “I know I am.”
“Maybe we should tell her how we feel.” Clint searches Bucky’s face for any sign of reservation. “After everything we’ve been through together, and the way things are without her, I don’t think I can compartmentalize this.”
“I know.” Bucky scoots closer and Clint bumps his shoulder against Bucky’s. “I mean, we’re already pretty much together in every sense except the title.”
“Exactly.”
“We’re not going anywhere, ‘n she said she’s here to stay.” Bucky sighs. “Maybe we should tell her.”
Clint nods and they fall silent. Bucky can’t stop his mind from racing now, thinking about how (Y/N) will react when they tell her. Will she feel the same? Will she want both of them? The questions keep coming and his anxiety begins to spike, just as Clint starts to fidget beside him. He bounces his leg and bites at his lip, and Bucky can’t help feeling a little more calm knowing that Clint’s anxious too.
“How should we tell her?” Clint asks. “When should we tell her?”
Bucky shrugs. “I don’t know.”
“How do you not know? You’re the one who makes the plans!”
“Clint, all of this is new to us. But what we’ve got with (Y/N) is good-”
“It’s great, actually,” Clint mumbles.
“Exactly. That’s the point. We can tell her when it feels right.”
Clint nods. “Okay.”
“Okay.” Bucky pecks him on the lips and pushes him away from the desk. “Now get outta here, I have paperwork I gotta finish before we can go home.”
Clint grins lopsidedly, and leans forward on his knees. “You kissed me.”
“Sure did.” Bucky looks him over and smiles before he turns back to his work. “Dunno why you’re surprised, we’ve done it before.”
“It’s just that you don’t do it all that often.” Clint shrugs. “It’s kinda nice.”
“You could’ve told me. I’d do it more often.”
“I know.”
“You could kiss me too, y’know.”
“I know, it’s just…” Clint shakes his head and gets up from his chair. “I’ll leave so you can concentrate.”
Bucky sighs. “Clint, c’mere.”
Clint shuffles closer to Bucky, eyebrows raised. Bucky gestures for Clint to lean down and tips his head back, carefully pressing his lips to Clints. Clint slowly responds, moving his hand to the back of Bucky’s neck and humming softly. Bucky pulls back and Clint quickly kisses him once more.
“What was that for?” Clint asks.
“I love (Y/N), but I also love you,” Bucky murmurs.
“I know. I love you too.” Clint combs his fingers through Bucky’s hair. “We don’t say that enough, do we?”
“No, we don’t.”
Clint smiles and heads for the door. “I’ll be at the range. Come get me when you’re done.”
Someone knocks at the door, and I’m momentarily pulled away from my work. I poke my head out of the bedroom and stare at the front door, waiting to see if they’ll just go away. They don’t immediately knock again, so I take my seat and settle back into working.
Unfortunately, they knock again.
I sigh, close my eyes, take a deep breath, and calm myself before getting up and going to the door.
“If you’re selling something, I don’t want it,” I call. “I still have Thin Mints in the freezer from five years ago that I haven’t eaten.”
I open the door and freeze where I stand.
Kate stands in the hallway, purple duffel slung over her shoulder. She smiles and waves.
“Hey.”
“Kate?” My brows pull together. “What are you doing here?”
“I heard from a friend in the Avengers that you were kidnapped-”
“Wait, what friend?” I ask. “Clint didn’t tell anyone what happened.”
“I went to school with someone on staff, they overheard something and passed it on to me.” She waves her hand. “Specifics don’t matter-”
“They kind of do, Kate. That’s confidential information. The fact that they told you is a massive breach of the contract they signed when they were hired.”
“You didn’t tell me what happened to you, (Y/N)!” She plants her hands on her hips. “Do you know how fucking worried I was about you?”
“I’m sorry, Kate. I know it must’ve been stressful. I should’ve been in better contact.”
“Yeah, you should’ve.”
“I’m sorry, Katie, I don’t know what else to say.”
Her bottom lip wobbles and she launches herself at me, arms wrapping around my shoulders, her nose pressed to my neck. I stumble back into the entryway and my muscles immediately scream under the strain of holding her up. I wrap my arms around her to try and lessen the strain, but I’m still not back to my full strength. I can’t keep this up for long.
“I was so scared for you!” she cries.
I sigh and rub my hand up and down her back. “I know.” I try to set her down, but she just tightens her hold. “Katie, you gotta let go. I can’t hold you up like I used to.”
She promptly lets go and drops to the floor. She holds my shoulders and looks me dead in the eye. “What happened to you?”
“Lots of poking, prodding, and needles, with some torture added for flavor.” Her expression morphs into one of horror and I carefully move around her to close the door. “I’m fine.”
“You’re not fine-”
“I am fine. I’m home and I’m recovering. Clint and Bucky make sure that I don’t push myself too hard.” I walk out to the living room and Kate follows. “I’m not saying I’m healthy or better by any means, but I really am fine.”
“Are you sure?” Kate drops her bag by the coat rack and takes a seat at the kitchen island. “What about your strength?”
“It’s slowly coming back, but I was there for a little over a week before the guys found me. I’ve had just under a week to really recover.” I pass her a bottle of water. “It’s a process.”
“How’d Clint take it?”
“Well, Clint was pretty calm, but Bucky apparently tore through just about every thug that got in his way.”
“Oh?”
“As soon as we got back to the compound everything pretty much went back to normal. Took them a few days to clear me to go home, but things’ve been good since.” I smile to myself and lean against the kitchen counter. “It’s good to be home.”
Kate smiles. “So. Both of them?”
“Hm?”
“Clint and Bucky and you.” She links her hands. “Both of them and you.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, what’s going on there?”
“We’re really close. We always have been, but we’ve gotten closer since I got back.”
“Mhm, likely story.”
“There’s nothing more to it than that. You’re just looking for gossip.”
She rolls her eyes. “No I’m not.”
“Uh-huh, likely story.” I push off the counter and head back to the bedroom. “You’re welcome to stay, but I have to get back to work.”
“Oh?” Kate trails along after me and plops down on my bed when I sit at the desk. “You’re still employed?”
“Yeah, my clients were super understanding about the whole thing. The only problem lies in the fact that I’ve got two weeks of work piled up because of my little impromptu getaway.”
“Oh, wow.”
“Mhm.”
“How about I make dinner tonight?”
I stop typing and turn around to face her. “Excuse me?”
“I’ll make you dinner!”
“Please don’t.”
“I’ll go get groceries and make dinner when I get back. It’ll be great!”
“Kate, I love you, but you’re a shit cook.”
“I am not.”
“You can’t manage to cook a frozen pizza.”
She scowls. “I’ve gotten better since you left, and I’ll prove it to you.”
I sigh. “Fine.”
“I’ll be back before you know it, and the whole place is gonna smell amazing.”
I don’t say anything, and she hurries from the room and the front door opens and closes shortly after. I go back to work and barely notice when she gets back an hour later. I do what I can to ignore her as she rummages through my cabinets and drawers, but there’s only so much banging and clattering that I can block out.
Forty-five excruciatingly long minutes later, the front door opens again and I can finally relax a little.
I meet Clint and Bucky in the entryway and immediately wrap my arms around Clint’s middle.
Clint laughs and loops his arms around my shoulders. “Hello to you, too.”
I bury my face in his chest and mumble, “Please make it stop.”
“What?”
“Kate randomly showed up and decided she was gonna make dinner.”
“What?”
“I’m pretty sure she’s destroyed half the kitchen already.”
Clint kisses the top of my head and rubs the space between my wings. “I’ll take care of it.”
“Thank you.”
“Of course.” He moves around me and heads towards the kitchen. “Better figure out where we’re getting takeout from tonight, though.”
Bucky quickly takes Clint’s place and wraps me up in his arms.
“Sounds like you’ve had a rough day,” he says.
I nod. “I don’t really appreciate surprise visits.”
“I know you don’t.” He moves one hand to run his fingers up and down my neck, applying just enough pressure to relieve some of the tension. He hums softly when I relax against his chest. “You seem tense.”
“Because I am,” I mumble.
“Talk to me?”
“I… I’ve been working all day, and I was hoping I could try and get caught up, but then Kate showed up. She was upset that I didn’t tell her about what happened and then she was sad and she just launched herself at me and hugged me.” I shake my head. “If it’d just been a hug, I would’ve been fine, but I’m still too sore for that shit.”
“Is this okay, though?”
“Yeah, this is perfect. You know where and what to avoid.” I sigh. “I just wish my back would stop hurting.”
“Maybe I can help with that.”
“Would you?”
“Of course. Clint’s got Kate covered, it’s only fair that you get a back rub outta the deal.”
“I dunno if that’s how that works.”
“Well I’m not just gonna give you some Tylenol and call it a day. That’d be rude.” He takes my hand and leads me to the living room. “And also the barest fuckin minimum someone could do.”
Bucky takes a seat on the couch and has me sit on the floor between his legs. I lean forward on the coffee table and he starts moving his hands over my back, pressing his thumbs under my shoulderblades, and over the base of my wings before moving on to the small of my back. He works his way back up to my neck and I groan when he moves back between my wings. I push back against his hands and he obligingly digs his fingers in, earning a hum of approval from me.
“That good, huh?” I can hear the smile in his voice.
“Mhm.” I stretch my wings and he laughs. “‘S really nice, Buck.”
There’s a shout from the kitchen before something crashes to the floor. Bucky stops and I cover my face with my hands. Footsteps approach and stop just short of the coffee table.
“The hell was that, Clint?”
“I’m gonna lose my fuckin’ mind before this day is over,” I mumble.
“We’re definitely having takeout tonight,” Clint says.
He drops a bunch of takeout menus on the table, but I refuse to look at them and look up at Clint instead.
“We’re having Thai food.”
“What?!” Kate rushes over to join us. “I don’t like Thai food, though.”
“Kate, you fucked up dinner.”
“Yeah, but-”
“We’re having Thai. End of discussion.” I sigh and scrub my hands over my face. “What broke.”
“That white casserole dish you got from Tony a few years back,” Clint answers.
I squeeze my eyes shut and rub my temples. “I really liked that dish.”
“I know, (Y/N), I’m sorry.”
“I’m sorry, too,” Kate says. “I’ll go clean everything up.”
“I think that’s a good idea,” Bucky mutters.
Bucky hands me his phone and tells me to order dinner while he gets me some Tylenol. As long as he’s known me, I wouldn’t be surprised if he could see the headache slowly spreading through my head. I quietly thank him and dial the number of the Thai place we used to regularly order from. I give them Clint’s name and they ask if I want the regular order.
“No, tonight we’re gonna need three chicken Pud See Ew, two seafood Pud Kee Mao, one chicken Pud Thai, all of those two stars, and then one order of fried rice with tofu.”
“Lots of company tonight?”
“No, we just want leftovers.”
They laugh and I ask them to deliver the food to my apartment instead of Clint’s. They oblige and let me know the food will be here in about half an hour. They promptly hang up and Bucky is back with the Tylenol and a glass of water before I can even put the phone down.
“You’re the best, you know that, right?”
Bucky laughs and hands the medication and water over. “I didn’t, but thanks.”
I hum and take the pills before hauling myself to my feet. “I’m gonna go back to work till the food gets here.”
“You sure about that?”
“Yeah, I’m still up to my eyeballs in first drafts. I’ll drown, if I’m not careful.”
“Don’t push yourself too hard.”
“I’ll try not to.”
I work until Clint pokes his head into my room to say the food’s arrived. It’s a little later than promised, but still hot enough to eat regardless. Everyone gathers around the coffee table to share each dish, but Kate sticks to the fried rice, as I thought she would.
When I finish my meal, I get up, kiss Clint and Bucky’s cheeks, and let them know I’ll be working for a while longer. Clint complains, but doesn’t do anything to stop me.
After almost an hour, the sounds of their conversation fade into white noise, and I barely even register them as I work. I wish I could be out there with them, but I know that there’s no way that I can reasonably expect to relax until I’ve made some kind of dent in my inbox.
It’s totally dark when Clint comes into the bedroom and drags me and my chair away from the desk. I protest, but he just closes my laptop and picks me up under my armpits.
“This is ridiculous,” I mutter. “I can walk by myself.”
“I don’t trust you not to go right back to work.”
“But there’s so much of it… Can you please just put me down?”
“Nope.” He tosses me over his shoulder. “Hurry up, Buck!”
“Where are you taking me?”
“Bathroom. You’re gonna get ready for bed.”
“But my pajamas-”
“On the bathroom floor, where you leave them every single morning when you get dressed.”
I sigh. “Sometimes it’s annoying that you know me so well.”
"Comes with the territory, sweetheart."
"I know… still." I whap him with my wing and he laughs. "Annoying."
Clint deposits me in the bathroom and leaves to check on Bucky. I shut myself in and get ready for bed, taking my time brushing my teeth and washing my face. When I'm done, Clint and Bucky are cuddled up in bed. They shuffle away from each other when I approach and I hold up a hand to stop them.
"I can spoon Clint tonight," I say. "I don't need to be between you."
"But we want you between us," Bucky says.
"I… why? I've been in the middle for a week. Don't you miss getting close to Clint?"
"We can switch things up some other night. But right now, I like knowing that you're safe."
"And we know that you're safe when you're sandwiched between the two of us," Clint adds.
"But one of you always wakes up with a mouthful of feathers. Wouldn't it just be easier-"
Bucky cuts me off. "Please don't fight us on this, (Y/N). We just wanna be close to you."
I nod and climb into the bed and lay between with my back to Clint. I fold my wings tight against my back, but Clint doesn't move closer. Slowly, I roll onto my stomach and extend my right wing to cover him. He shuffles across the mattress and presses his chest to my back. He relaxes when I settle against him and Bucky then moves closer and wraps his arm and Clint and I.
“Where’d Kate go?” I ask.
“She called America for a portal home,” Clint says.
“I didn’t mean to chase her off,” I mumble.
“You didn’t.” Bucky kisses my forehead. “She thought you needed someone to stick around with you for a couple of days, but didn’t realize that you’ve already got us.”
“I’m sensing something else happened.”
Clint laughs. “We gently explained that she stressed you the fuck out showing up like she did. She doesn’t always think before she does stuff like that, so she didn’t see it at first.”
“I did kind of ignore her though. Probably shouldn’t’ve done that.”
“You didn’t ignore her. You kind of go into your own little world when you’re working.” He pauses for a moment and presses his forehead to the back of my neck. “Kind of worries us sometimes.”
“Oh.” Clint’s arms tighten around me and I look at Bucky to see if he feels the same. He just nods. “I’m sorry.”
“You don’t have to apologize,” Bucky murmurs.
“But I do. And I’m sorry if I’ve been distant since we got back home, and I’m sure I have. I talked to my clients, and they were really understanding about the situation, but I’m still almost three weeks behind on my workload.” I sigh. “That’s not a good excuse, but I’ve just been so swamped that I’ve barely had any room to think about anything else.”
Bucky closes his eyes, and sighs. I can see the tension leave his body, and Clint’s hold on me relaxes. I reach back with my left hand and gently comb my fingers through Clint’s hair and take Bucky’s hand with my right. Bucky meets my eyes and I silently ask him to explain.
“We were worried that something about the barn was still messing with your head,” Bucky says. He squeezes my hand and holds it to his chest. “I know what that’s like, and I’d never want you to go through that alone.”
“Oh, Buck…” Clint mumbles something much to the same effect against my neck. “I didn’t mean to worry you. Either of you.”
“We’re always gonna worry about you, (Y/N),” Clint says. “We-I…”
Bucky finishes Clint’s sentence, saying, “We’re always gonna worry about you, because we love you.”
“You… me?” Bucky nods and I quickly sit up and look between both of them. “Both of you?”
“Yeah,” Clint rolls onto his back and looks up at me. “Both of us.”
“Oh.”
“We were literally talking about how to tell you when we were at the tower earlier.”
“We weren’t expecting an opportunity so soon, though,” Bucky adds.
“What about you two?” I ask, voice small.
They look at each other and smile.
“We love each other,” Bucky says. “And we have for a long time, but we’re not complete if our relationship doesn’t include you.”
“You’re our missing piece.” Clint shrugs. “I don’t know if there’s much to say past that.”
“Oh.” They’re quick to reassure me that they don’t want to pressure me into anything. I just laugh and shush them. “No, that’s not it. I’m just surprised.”
Clint frowns. “Really?”
“I mean… I didn’t doubt that you two loved me before, I guess I just didn’t want to assume that it was more than what we’d already expressed.” I sit back on my heels and sigh. “But more than that I just… when we were leaving the compound, it really hit me how much I love you two. How much being with you and having you in my life means to me, after everything we’ve been through.”
Bucky nods. “We just don’t wanna be quiet about it anymore.”
“I don’t either. But ever since I met the two of you, you’ve been my closest friends, and I…” I fiddle with the hem of my shirt. “I guess, I-I just don’t want any of this to change our relationship.”
Bucky props himself up on one elbow and covers my hands with his. “Nothing needs to change. Things are perfect the way they are.”
“I mean… it’d be kind of be nice to kiss you,” Clint mumbles.
“I think that kind of goes without saying,” Bucky says.
I laugh. “I dunno, that’s a pretty big change.” Both men freeze and I laugh harder. “I never said no.”
Clint grins and quickly sits up. He looks between Bucky and I and Bucky just shakes his head.
“Don’t look at me,” he says. “You gotta ask her.”
Clint shakes his head. “Right, I know.”
I reached out and ran the back of my finger over his cheek before cupping his jaw in my hand. His expression softens and he slowly leans in and presses his forehead to mine. Bucky laces his fingers with mine and I tilt my head to the side to press my lips to Clint’s. He readily responds, gently kissing me back, almost as if he’s worried he’ll scare me off. I pull away and peck him once more on the lips. Clint wraps his arm around my middle and ducks his head to kiss my neck. I laugh and shiver at the feeling of his stubble against my skin.
“How was it?” Bucky asks.
“It felt right,” I answer. I meet his eyes and he smiles. “Kind of like we’ve been doing it the whole time.”
“Yeah?”
“Mhm.” I wiggle my eyebrows at him and he laughs. “You want a turn?”
He sits up fully and places his hand on the back of my neck. “Of course.”
He traces his thumb along my jaw and I lean into his touch. Bucky leans in and bumps his nose against mine before brushing our lips together. I let out a shaky breath when he does it again and tip my head up to kiss him. He smiles against my lips and I hum softly. When he pulls away, he brushes his thumb over my cheek and smiles in the way that makes his eyes crinkle at the corner.
“That was nice,” I murmur.
“It was.”
“Definitely looked like it,” Clint says.
I laugh and Bucky wraps his arms around Clint and I. Somehow, they manage to comfortably situate me on both of their laps. I enclose the three of us in my wings and slowly relax into the warmth of their arms. Clint and Bucky figure out a way to kiss me at the same time, which only results in the three of us laughing.
Eventually we get too tired to stay upright and we collapse in a pile on the bed. Bucky pulls the covers up over us and slips his hand under my shirt to splay across the small of my back, just under Clint’s.
“I love you,” Clint mumbles.
“Me too,” Bucky says. “Both of you.”
My heart swells and I blanket them with my wings. “I love you, too.”
“G’night, (Y/N).”
“G’night,” I murmur.
My eyes grow too heavy to keep open and I drift off to sleep, wrapped up in Clint and Bucky’s arms.
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Broken Flock (11/??)
Summary: It’s been two years since you uprooted your life and left to figure out who you really are, leaving behind Bucky and Clint with little more than a note as a warning. Now, New York is calling your name and it’s time to go home. How will Clint and Bucky react to your return, and how will the time have affected your relationship?
A/N: Okay I’m actually kind of really excited about this chapter. I feel like it got away from me a little bit for a sec there in the first half. That being said, I really love the end of this chapter, and I hope you guys will as well. Please enjoy!
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Pairing: WinterhawkxReader
Word Count: 2.8k
Warnings: Discussion of human experimentation (not in depth), Discussion of politics (the Accords)
Part 10
“I didn’t expect to be stuck in a conference room for this.”
“Trust me,” Steve says. “I didn’t think it’d come to this either, but-”
The door bursts open and everyone turns to look. General Ross stands in the doorway, hands behind his back. He looks too smug for my liking. If I weren’t so sore, and if I knew I wouldn’t get in trouble, I’d wipe that look right off his face.
Steve groans. “We had a change of plans.”
“Ah, so good of you to join us, Ms. (Y/L/N),” he says. He strides through the room to stand at the head of the table and address us. “I was beginning to wonder where you’d gone.”
“Last I checked, I don’t answer to you,” I snap. “None of us do.”
“You dropped off the map for a good two weeks.”
“I was kidnapped.”
“Even so-”
“What the hell is this about?” I cut in. “Because I was under the impression that this meeting concerned myself and the Avengers alone. Not you and your little government issued lackeys.”
“You’re awful hostile for someone speaking to her superior,” he ground out.
“Who, me?” I glance around at everyone in the room. “I’m a civilian and the Avengers are a private organization. I don’t work for you, Ross. None of us do.”
“You will,” he says. “When the Accords are put into governmental procedure.”
“See, I don’t know if you’re ever going to make headway with that little project of yours.” I shuffled around in my seat before leaning on the table. “Considering the fact that you refuse to work with one of the biggest players in this, who knows how many signatures you’ll get.”
“To what do we owe the displeasure, Thaddeus?” Tony asks.
Ross’ eye twitches. “You missed your deadline.”
“We were a little preoccupied in finding (Y/N),” Steve says. “As she said, she was kidnapped. You would know this if you’d read any of the correspondence we sent you concerning this.”
“And we wouldn’t be in this position if you’d quit running in circles and rejecting any kind of amendments we suggest,” Bucky adds. “We’ve been trying to work with you on this for months, yet you never seem to be able to make up your mind on what you want from us.”
“He wants complete and total control over the Avengers,” I say.
“Excuse me?” Ross grinds out.
“I said, you want to control the Avengers,” I repeat. I look to Natasha. “Did I stutter? I don’t think I stuttered.”
“Not that I heard,” she says.
I look Ross dead in the eye. “Do you need me to speak up? Or would it be helpful if I just signed instead?”
“(Y/N),” Steve warns.
I glare at Ross, but sit back in my chair. “Sorry.”
“You’re not in trouble,” Steve says. “But I don’t want you to say anything incriminating.”
I simply nod and keep quiet. Steve gestures to Tony, who stands to face General Ross.
“We weren’t planning on announcing this today, but we’ve given your proposal some serious thought, and we’ve decided to turn you down,” Tony says.
“You’re what?!” Ross hisses. “You can’t do that!”
“Can’t we? Because we’ve been operating independently for the past two years, and things seem to be going just fine. The only major incident we’ve dealt with since Sokovia-”
Ross interjects, “Which was your fault, if I’m remembering correctly.”
“Shut the fuck up, Thaddeus,” I snap. “You don’t get to interrupt people just because you’re a General.”
Clint snorts and I squeeze his knee in a silent plea for him to be quiet.
Tony clears his throat. “As I was saying, the only incident we’ve dealt with since Sokiva has been (Y/N)’s kidnapping. And we managed to find her just fine, no thanks to you.”
“And,” Natasha says. “If I’m remembering correctly, we’ve been fully functional since S.H.I.E.L.D. went under, even without asking for any assistance from the likes of you.” She tilts her head to the side and folds her arms. “And yet you expect us to just hand ourselves over to you.”
“You just don’t get it, do you?”
“No,” I say. “I think we understand perfectly. You think that the Avengers have too much power. The only way that you can see to ensure no one gets hurt is to put a leash on them. And I can see where you’re coming from, and your care for the public, if you can even call it that, is commendable. But this ass backwards, roundabout route you’re taking is absolutely fucking absurd.”
“You said you’re not part of this team!”
“I did, but I never said I didn’t have any kind of stake in whether or not the Accords are approved. I have powers, remember? I’m directly affected by whatever kind of legislation is put in place because of those Accords. But you could never understand that, because you’ve only ever seen people like us as power hungry egomaniacs. But look around.” I gesture to the room. “No one here asked for what we got. Bruce and I were accidents, Steve was a scientific crapshoot, regardless of how successful, Bucky was kidnapped and brainwashed and experimented on without his consent, Natasha and Clint’s backgrounds are questionable at best, and Tony was blown up by his own bomb. His first suit was built out of necessity, not curiosity or the need to seize power.”
“(Y/N)...” Bucky murmurs. He takes my hand and squeezes it gently.
“By all means, work with the Avengers. But quit acting like you’ve got the moral high ground, because all you've done is set up roadblocks and refuse to compromise in any capacity."
Ross looks down his nose at me. "You've got a lot of opinions for someone so vehemently against being part of their team."
"Well, you’re ready to imprison any single powered person who doesn’t sign, simply because you deem us to be threats.” I narrow my eyes. "But last I checked, you can't arrest someone for having opinions."
"Maybe not, but you certainly seem to know more about the Accords than what's been made available to the public-"
"We've kept her up to date with the proceedings," Steve says. "She has every right to know about something that would change the way she lives her life."
"That's not a decision for you to make."
Steve simply shrugs. "You never said anything about our discussions being confidential."
“Why you-”
“You do see the position you’ve put us in, right?” Steve presses. “We’re trying to work out ways to protect our loved ones, powers or no, and still do our jobs, but you keep blocking every single suggestion we make. You want us to cooperate, but you make it impossible.”
“You say that as if you’re not trying to bend the Accords to work for you.”
“No,” Tony says. “That’s what you’re doing. Your unwillingness to collaborate with just proves (Y/N) right. You don’t want to work with us. You want to control us. Because we’re not predictable, and that scares you and your little government buddies.”
Steve rises from his seat and stares Ross down. “See, we’d be happy to work with you. But that means working with us.”
Ross tries to protest, but shuts his mouth when Bucky stands abruptly. Bucky’s glare can only be described as glacial. No one says a word.
Ross shifts closer to Steve and Natasha shoots up from her chair. Clint, Tony, and I follow suit. I shake out my wings to make myself look bigger than I am and squint at General Ross. He’s startled to find all of us resisting him and turns back to Steve, only to find him with a similarly cold expression and his arms folded across his chest.
“If you’re not going to work with us,” Steve says. “I suggest you leave.”
“Fine.” He looks around the room at each of us. “But I will be back.”
“Until you’re ready to compromise, you’re not welcome,” Tony quips. “But we’ll gladly escort you out.”
Ross seems to know he’s been beat and makes a hasty retreat. His lackeys follow him from the conference room and down the hallway, back to whatever they arrived in. When I’m sure they’re gone, I sink back into my seat and cover my face with my hands. My heart is beating out of my chest and every ache from two days earlier is back with a vengeance.
“Are you okay?” Clint asks, placing a gentle hand on my shoulder.
I nod and turn to press my face to his shoulder. “Too much excitement for one day, that’s all.”
Clint hums in agreement. “I don’t think he’ll be back for a while.”
I laugh. “Of course he won’t, he got stared down by a room full of Avengers. He probably shat himself as soon as Nat stood up.”
“Of course he did,” Clint grins at Natasha. “She’s terrifying.”
Natasha snorts and Clint tries to make another joke to actually make her laugh. Steve watches them and I wait till I can catch his eye to say something.
“Is it safe to assume that wasn’t part of the plan today?” I ask.
Steve sighs. “No, it wasn’t.” He glares at the door. “General Ross seems to have a bad habit of showing up when he’s least wanted.”
“And ignoring anything he doesn’t want to hear,” Tony adds. “I swear, we sent him at least three notices about the delay, and he just ignored every single one of them.”
“You seriously put off negotiations to find me?”
“Of course we did, (Y/N),” Tony says. “You’re family. You know what we do for family.”
I frown. “Drop everything.”
“Exactly.”
“You didn’t have to do that.”
“Yeah, sweetheart, we did.” Bucky takes my hand. “We weren’t going to leave you behind after everything we did to find you last time.”
Tears prick at the corners of my eyes. I blink them away and whisper, “Thank you. All of you. Really.”
“There’s nothing to thank us for,” Natasha says. “Don’t argue with me about this.”
I laugh, but sniffle a moment later. “Okay, I won’t.”
“You wanna tell us why you actually wanted to meet?” Clint asks.
“Right,” Steve shifts in his seat. “We believe that we’ve apprehended everyone involved with your kidnapping, (Y/N). They’ll be tried and probably sentenced before the end of the month.”
“Oh, wow.” Surprised, I look between Steve and Tony. “I forgot how quickly you work.”
“We put in a rush order for our favorite Sesame Street character,” Tony says.
I laugh. “So I’m Big Bird now?”
“Well, you’re smart, you care about your friends and family, and you’re nice. Well…” He gestures vaguely. “Most of the time.”
“I’ll take it.”
Tony hums. “I started looking into Hoffman’s research, and it’s pretty grim stuff.”
“Oh?”
“A lot about genetic mutation and splicing animal DNA with human. From what Banner and I have found, she’d been doing this for a long time, and getting away with it, too. Based on her notes from the last five years, you’re her most successful experiment, and she didn’t even know you existed until six months ago.” He sighs. “I won’t go into too much detail, but the plans she had… she’s bad news in every sense of the phrase.”
“I got lucky, then.”
“I didn’t want to say that, but yeah. You did.”
“I see.”
“I’m sorry, (Y/N). You shouldn’t’ve been mixed up in any of this in the first place.”
“It’s not your fault. She would’ve caught up to me eventually. It’s not like ten foot wings are easy to hide.”
“All of that aside,” Steve says. “They’ll be going away for a long time. The rest of their lives, if we can manage it. They won’t be able to get to you ever again.”
I nod. “What’ll you do about Ross?”
“If we can manage it, we’ll keep pushing for reformed Accords. None of us want to be limited in what we can do, but it was easier to operate when we had the power of a government agency or two to back us up.” Steve shrugs. “If he can’t agree to that, we won’t be signing.”
“And you’re all cool with that?”
Tony nods. “We’ve argued over this for months, and getting your insight as someone on the outside helped as well. We’re not backing down from this.”
“Good. There’s no reason to roll over just because some dickhead bully demands it. He needs your support on this. He’s blind if he can’t see that.”
“Our thoughts exactly,” Steve says.
“Has she been cleared to go home yet, though?” Clint asks.
Steve nods. “She’s good to go as early as tomorrow morning.”
“Great,” Clint says, his relief obvious in his voice. “Simone has to go out of town on Saturday and without her, there’s no one left to dog-sit.”
Natasha rolls her eyes and Tony makes makes a joke about Clint’s loyalties lying elsewhere. I can’t pay attention to any of it, though. My thoughts keep straying back to what it’ll be like to be back in my apartment and away from the rest of the team. I can’t help thinking that it’ll be a little more peaceful, especially with the constant sounds of the settling apartment building around me.
Bucky squeezes my hand and I shake the fog from my head. “Hm?”
“You okay?”
I try to reassure him with a smile. “I’m fine. Just trying to plan what we need to do to get ready to go tomorrow.”
“We’ll head out bright ‘n early tomorrow. Okay?” I nod and he kisses my forehead.
“You’re sitting in the back, Clint.”
“What? You know I get carsick.”
“You don’t get carsick, you just don’t like the legroom in the back.”
“Can’t help that, Bucky, I’m a tall guy!”
Bucky rolls his eyes. “You know (Y/N) needs the front seat. She can’t sit normally because of her wings.”
Clint scowls. “Then let me drive.”
“Hell no, you’re a nightmare behind the wheel.”
“You’re no fun!” I clear my throat and both men look to me and smile. “Hey! You’re finally up.”
I shake my head. “I was up an hour ago, I just wanted to make sure I had everything.”
“Oh, right.” Clint strides across the driveway and takes my bag from me. “We were just-”
“Squabbling,” I laugh. “I know. It’s what you two do best sometimes.”
“We can do other things too,” he mumbles.
Bucky shakes his head and joins Clint and I. “Ignore him. He’s just grumpy because someone called about a burst pipe in the basement.”
“Oh shit.” Clint scratches the back of his neck and I place my hand on his arm. “Have you called someone yet?”
“Yeah, they already showed up, but it won’t be a cheap fix.”
“It’ll be fine, I’m sure. We can get it sorted out when we get back, right?” He nods and wanders off to pack up the car.
Bucky hooks his arm around my waist and I tilt my head up to kiss his cheek. “You’re looking better this morning,” he says.
“I slept really well last night. Probably has something to do with you two.”
“You give us too much credit, (Y/N).”
“I don’t think you give yourselves enough.”
He smiles and shakes his head. “I’ll go get the car set up.”
“Okay. I’ll be over in a minute.”
I stand back and watch them move around the car. Clint scoops up two more duffel bags, I assume they’re his and Bucky’s, from beside the car and places them in the trunk. Bucky puts the passenger seat down and I can see him roll his eyes when Clint sidles up beside him and says something close to his ear. Clint laughs when Bucky pinches his side and I can’t help smiling.
It suddenly hits me how thankful I am that I have both of them. I don’t know what I would do without them, or even where I’d be right now if they weren’t in my life.
My smile slowly slips away as I realize that I love them. Different from when we first met and more than I did when I left.
My heart flutters and I press my fingers to my lips, just letting the realization wash over me. I’m not scared. Just peaceful. This feels right.
“You okay, (Y/N)?”
I refocus and meet Clint’s eyes. “Hm?”
“You were zoning out,” he says. “Are you feeling alright?”
I smile. “I’m good. Nothing to worry about.”
“You sure?”
I nod and approach the car. “Mhm.”
He wraps his arm around my shoulders and kisses the top of my head. “Okay, good.”
“Help me into the car?”
“Of course.” He grins and gestures to the open passenger door. “Your chariot awaits.”
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Part 12
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Broken Flock (10/??)
Summary: It’s been two years since you uprooted your life and left to figure out who you really are, leaving behind Bucky and Clint with little more than a note as a warning. Now, New York is calling your name and it’s time to go home. How will Clint and Bucky react to your return, and how will the time have affected your relationship?
A/N: Okay, so this is mostly fluff, thank goodness. And, finally, some answers about who took her. Nothing canon, but definitely fun to mess with. Anyway, please enjoy!
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Pairing: WinterhawkxReader
Word Count: 2k
Warnings: Mentions of experimentation, brief description of injury
Part 9
“Not that I’m not grateful or anything, but when can I go home?” I ask.
"We want to make sure you're healed enough to be on your own," Steve says. Bucky gives him a very pointed look and he clears his throat. "But I think you should be cleared before the end of the week."
I nod. "Okay."
"You're not going to argue on that?"
I shrug and shake my head. "No. I don't really see any point in doing so. I’m hurt, you’re telling me that I need time to heal. Seems pretty straight forward.”
"I see."
"Was there anything else?" I ask.
“It can wait till you’re feeling better.”
“No, Steve, I’m fine now.” He frowns and I tilt my head to the side. “What is it?”
“What connection do you have to Dr. Danielle Hoffman?”
“I don’t… is she the woman from the barn?” He nods. “Right. I only knew her as the Doctor. No one used real names and I didn’t bother asking for any, but that doesn’t matter. Dr. Hoffman is the reason that I have wings.”
Clint appears beside the bed. “Wait, you fell into her vat of toxic waste?”
“From what she said, yeah, I think so.” I reach over my shoulder and scratch at my left wing. “There were others like me at one point, but I think they’re dead. She probably found them long before me, partially because I wasn’t supposed to exist.”
“How so?”
“I fell into a vat of whatever was leftover from her initial experiments, I think. That’s how I got my wings. She didn’t have an answer when her lackey asked when I was made.” He opened his mouth, but closed it immediately. “What?”
“What’d she do to you? And why?”
“Steve,” Bucky warns. “That’s enough,”
“It’s fine, Buck, I’d rather talk about it than keep it bottled up. Besides,” I reach out and he grabs my hand. “Considering I’m not dead, I probably got off easy. The rest weren’t so lucky.”
“Okay.” He sits beside me on the bed and envelopes my hand in both of his. “You can stop any time.”
“I know,” I murmur. He kisses the side of my head and I smile. Steve clears his throat and I cough awkwardly. “Anyway… the Doctor was incredibly clinical about everything right up until the last few days, but I think she freaked out after a couple guards saw Clint and Bucky lurking around. That was about when they belted down my wings and started actually leaving marks when they hit me. Partially my fault, if I’m being honest.”
“None of that was your fault, (Y/N).”
I nod. “Mm, yeah, except when I punched a guard in the eye and then intentionally egged them on.”
“Why would you do that?!”
“I don’t know! I was tired of being manhandled and jabbed with needles and dragged hither and yon at every hour of the day. When they were told to hit me, something took over and I told them to not puss out.” I laugh before realizing how morbid it sounds. “Stupid as it is, this really isn’t the worst I’ve been hurt. They didn’t really try all that hard when they came at me.”
“That’s still not okay,” Steve says.
“No, I know that. I should’ve kept my mouth shut, but they hadn’t gotten a single reaction out of me that they wanted since the first day. Their bark was entirely bigger than their bite.” I lean against Bucky and he sighs. “But in that moment, I realized that you’d found me. It was just a matter of time until you got me out of there.”
“Didn’t figure you’d be in Michigan,” Bucky mutters.
I rub my hand up and down his arm. “Still.”
“Was there anything else you learned about Hoffman?” Steve asks.
“No. I was unconscious during most of the tests. She didn’t want me moving around while she worked. Why?”
Steve shakes his head. “Everything we’ve been able to dig up on her leads back to A.I.M., but after that it’s a dead end.”
“Well that would make sense. A.I.M. focussed on genetics for a long time, right? Aldrich Killian weaponized it, but I doubt he was the first one in the agency to do so.”
“You’re right, but Hoffman hasn’t been associated with A.I.M. for almost twenty years.”
“Even better for her, right? If she’s not under their roof, no one can hover while she experiments on, and inevitably mutilate and kill, live, human specimens. Being out on her own was probably the best thing that happened to her.”
“That… that makes a lot of sense.”
“She probably dragged a bunch of disgraced A.I.M. grunts along with her when she left.”
“She did, actually. There were a handful of private contractors in her crew, but just about everyone has ties to A.I.M..”
“What about that wiry, ratty-looking guy?”
“We’re still looking into him. We don’t have an ID yet, but we do know he was weirdly strong.”
“What if he’s one of her experiments?” I ask. “He seemed to be really close to her, not in the way that an evil boss and henchman are close.”
Steve nods. “You’re probably right, I’ll make a note of that.”
“Thank you.”
Suddenly very tired, I lean heavily against Bucky. I shiver and he wraps his arm around my middle.
“You okay?” he asks.
I nod and mumble, “Just really, really tired.”
Steve takes this as his cue to leave and promises to get back to me with any new information he has before I’m released. I thank him and he quickly disappears out into the hall. Only when the doors close does Bucky help me lay down. He lays beside me and Clint drags a chair up to the side of the bed. He pouts and complains about the hospital bed being too small.
I laugh. “It’s stupid uncomfortable, Clint, You don’t wanna be up here anyway.”
“No, I really think I do,” he counters. “Bucky’s been hogging you since we got you back. I’m just waiting my turn.”
“Aw,” I poke Bucky’s stomach and he grabs my hand. “You couldn’t let him cuddle with me for a little bit?”
Bucky shrugs. “The bed’s uncomfortable. He’d hate it.”
“We could probably move to one of our rooms, if we wanted,” Clint suggests. “The beds would be more than big enough for the three of us.”
“Wouldn’t we get in trouble?” I ask, looking between Clint and Bucky.
Bucky glances over his shoulder at Clint, who gives him a pleading look. “I’m sure it’d be fine. We just have to be careful with you and keep an eye on your injuries.”
I nod. "Okay, let's do it, then."
I look up in time to see a grin flash across Clint's face before he can tamp down his excitement. He takes his time moving his chair back to the edge of the room and fiddling with something on the couch. Bucky helps me sit up, but refuses to let me walk to the room. Instead, he loops my arms around his neck and picks me up. He wraps my arms around his waist and signals to Clint that we’re ready to go.
"You got her bag?" Bucky asks.
"Of course I do."
"My bag?"
"I drove back into the city after we got you back and packed up some things I thought you might need," Clint explains. "Just some clothes and your tooth brush, but you can't wear a hospital gown the rest of your life."
"Thanks, Clint." I reach out and he takes my hand. "I really appreciate that."
He smiles and kisses the back of my hand. “Thought you might.”
Bucky’s room is closest and he uses me to lead Clint down the hallway, gently pulling him along by our linked hands. The three of us bundle through the doorway and Clint drops my bag in the chair next to the dresser. Bucky allows me to stand on my own and I move to sift through the bag on the chair.
I find a pair of soft leggings and immediately put them on in place of the thin boxers I was provided. I pull one of my shirts from the bag and stare at it, knowing full well that I won’t be able to wear it. It’s too tight and would rub against my still too sensitive skin. I sigh and let it fall back into the bag.
Clint places a gentle hand on my waist and asks, “What’s wrong?”
“I can’t wear my shirts. They’re too tight to get on with my injuries.”
“That’s not a problem,” Bucky says.
He pulls one of his shirts from his dresser and cuts two slits down the back from neck to hem. Clint helps me out of the hospital gown and I readjust the straps of my sports-bra before taking the altered shirt from Bucky. I yank the neck over my head and slowly slip my hands through the arms.
“Where’d you get this?” I ask. “It’s huge.”
Bucky shrugs. “Big shirts are more comfortable to sleep in.” He lifts the middle flap from my right wing, positions it between my shoulder blades, and ties the slits off at the hem. “Is that comfortable?”
I shake out my wings and nod. “It’s perfect. Thank you.”
I crawl into the unmade bed and lay on my left side. With one eye closed and the other slightly cracked, I watch Bucky change into a pair of sweats. Clint simply strips off his jeans and climbs onto the bed with me. He pulls me to his chest and pulls the covers up to my chin. Bucky slides in beside me and places his hand on my back. Clint rolls us slightly so that Bucky can press closer without crushing my wings. Clint’s hand presses between my wings while Bucky’s arm snakes around my middle. His hand splays out over my stomach and his warmth practically seeps into my skin.
“Are you sure you’re alright?” Bucky asks.
I nod. “I’m just sore now, for the most part.”
“Tell us where it hurts?”
“Pretty much everything from the waist up,” I say. “I think my arms got overextended when they chained me up.”
“I’m so sorry,” Clint murmurs.
“Sometimes it still feels like my wings are strapped down.” I sigh and scrub one hand over my face. “It’s hard to sleep when you guys aren’t there.”
Their arms tighten around me, but neither of them speak. With Clint and Bucky tangled around me, I feel so safe and secure that I can finally just relax. The silence that blankets the room is soothing instead of stifling. There’s no urge to explain away the pain or make excuses.
Bucky kisses the back of my neck and I cover his hand with mine. My body grows heavy and I slowly drift off to sleep.
The door slams open startling the three of us awake. I grip Bucky’s hand and both Clint and Bucky’s arms tighten around me.
“Bucky, she’s gone.”
It’s Steve.
“The hell are you talking about, Rogers?” I manage to say.
“But you-”
“Medbay is cold and silent. It’s easier to sleep here, with them.”
“We’ve got new intel, he says, breezing past what I just said.
“Okay?” I try to bury my head in the pillows. “It can wait till tomorrow.”
“But-”
“Go away, Steve,” Bucky says. “She needs her rest.”
“Yeah, Steve,” Clint muffles his snicker against the pillow. “Go away. She’ll find you tomorrow.”
Steve sighs. “Fine.”
He retreats and the door closes.
Bucky sighs and grumbles something about “getting out of here asap.”
“Steve said I’d be cleared before the end of the week,” I mumble. “I’ll bother him about it tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow is twelve hours away,” Clint says.
“No,” I poke his stomach and he laughs. “Tomorrow is whenever I can haul myself out of bed, and there’s no telling when that’ll be.”
“Mm, you’re hilarious,” he says dryly.
“It’s why you keep me around, right?”
Bucky snorts. “Go to sleep.”
“You didn’t answer my question.”
“You know that’s not why we keep you around.”
“But it’s one reason?”
“It’s a bonus.”
“Hmm,” I trace my thumb over Bucky’s knuckles. “An acceptable answer.”
“Sleep, (Y/N),” Clint mumbles. “We’re not gonna go anywhere.”
“Okay.” I nod, yawn, and press my nose to his chest. “Okay.”
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Part 11
Finally, finally we can get away from the Hardcore Sad Times and back to interacting with Clint and Bucky (which I think is pretty great, just for my own peace of mind lmao.)
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Broken Flock (9/??)
Summary: It’s been two years since you uprooted your life and left to figure out who you really are, leaving behind Bucky and Clint with little more than a note as a warning. Now, New York is calling your name and it’s time to go home. How will Clint and Bucky react to your return, and how will the time have affected your relationship?
A/N: HELLO, WE HAVE REACHED THE END OF THE ANGST TRAIN, TIME TO DISEMBARK. There will be mentions of Sad Times later on down the road, but as of the last third of this chapter, we’re headed to that happy ending I promised last chapter. Anyway, please enjoy!
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Word Count: 2.5k
Warnings: Canon typical violence, mentions of needles/IVs
Part 8
“We’re certain she’s in there,” Bucky says. “And we need to move now if we’re gonna get her out.”
Steve nods. “Alright, what’s the plan?”
“You, Sam, and Nat will focus on the goons and finding whoever’s in charge,” Clint explains. “Bucky and I are going to find (Y/N). We think she’s in the barn, but we can’t go in through the side unless we want the whole thing to come down on top of her.”
“When do we move?” Sam asks.
“As soon as possible. Now, if we can.”
“Then let’s do it,” Steve says.
Bucky pauses. “Really? What about Ross and his bullshit accords?”
“Fuck the Accords,” Steve says. “(Y/N) is our family, and we’re going to do whatever it takes right now to save her. I’m tired of trying to work around his little roadblocks. These bastards wormed their way through his cracks, and we’re going to make sure they pay for what they’ve done.”
“Alright.” Bucky nods. “Then we act now, before they can do anything to prepare for us.”
“Move fast, hit ‘em hard.” Steve nods once. “Understood.”
“Alright.” Clint looks around at the group. “Let’s do this.”
“No one is coming for you.”
“Okay,” I say simply.
My answer is rewarded with a slap across my face and I just let my head fall forward. My chin hits my chest and my eyes close of their own accord. I want nothing more than to curl into a ball and sleep, but the chains around my wrists keep me held up against the wall like some kind of bastardized crucifix.
“You’re ours,” the Doctor declares. She paces in front of me, but I can’t bring myself to look at her. “I will complete my research, and you’re going to help me do it.”
She slaps me again when I don’t say anything. I don’t know what I’m supposed to do anymore. She didn’t want me to fight back when she initially captured me, but was intrigued when I did the day before. When I talk back, she hits me. When I don’t react at all, she hits me. There’s no winning with this woman.
My legs begin to give out and the chains around my wrists start to dig in when they’re forced to hold up more weight. I wince and do what I can to keep my feet underneath my body, but I barely have the energy to lift my head.
Someone rushes into the barn and the Doctor stops pacing. They rattle off something that sounds urgent, that needs the Doctor’s immediate attention, but I can’t seem to focus on their words. She shifts back towards me momentarily and I turn my face away from her and squeeze my eyes shut. She makes a frustrated noise before hurrying out into the hallway, grunt in tow.
I give myself a moment to breathe before I try to stand at my full height. My legs shake, but I have just enough time to get a firm grip on the chains and wrap them around my hands once. With just that small adjustment, I can support myself better, even if I can’t fully stand, and the cuffs don’t dig into my wrists the way they did before.
There’s a shout from the hallway, followed by muffled thuds and groans. A herd of thugs thunder past the door. One voice stands out against the rest of the noise, barking out orders, only to be cut off by a distant explosion. A gun fires and I flinch.
Steve, Natasha, and Sam sneak into the main building, careful to not draw attention to themselves. Clint and Bucky don’t waste time with any kind of subtlety.
Clint blasts a hole into the side of the main building with an explosive arrow and Bucky moves through the rubble before the smoke clears. As soon as Clint joins Bucky, they're surrounded by goons. Bucky makes a mental note of the lack of identifying patches on their uniforms before he smacks one of them with the stock of his rifle and throws another into the wall. The man leaves a dent in the plaster and falls to the linoleum in a heap.
Clint takes down large clumps of men with net and putty arrows at the end of the hall opposite their destination. When he's finished, he joins Bucky in mowing through the guards blocking the way to the barn. They're not particularly careful as they go, not paying much attention to the force they use. They're more concerned with getting to (Y/N) than they are with the health of the people who kidnapped her.
They work quickly and methodically until no one is left standing. Clint signals to Bucky when he finds an open door, right about where they initially guessed the barn would be. They freeze as soon as they step through the door.
(Y/N) is strung up by her arms, barely able to keep herself standing. Clint cautiously approaches and finds her face turned away from them, her eyes squeezed shut. He glances back at Bucky, who looks like he wants to throw up, and his stomach clenches. He takes another step towards (Y/N).
“(Y/N),” he says softly. “Open your eyes.”
“Clint?” she croaks.
“Yeah, honey, it’s me. Bucky’s here too.”
Her eyes flutter open and she looks around the barn. Her grip on the chains tightens when she sees her boys. She shakes her head and presses her back against the wall.
“You’re not really here,” she whispers.
“We are,” he says. “I promise we are.”
Clint reaches out and brushes away the tear that’s rolled down her cheek. (Y/N) doesn’t flinch away from his touch like he thought she would. Instead, she presses her cheek to his hand and her bottom lip begins to tremble.
Clint motions for Bucky to come closer, and he slowly approaches, scared that he’ll spook (Y/N) if he’s too loud.
“We’re gonna get you outta here,” Bucky says softly.
He crouches down and breaks the chains at her ankles so that Clint can pick her up and relieve the stress on her wrists. Bucky then snaps the chains on both wrists and her arms fall around Clint’s neck. Bucky reaches up and ghosts his fingertips over her cheek and she blinks. They watch as she slowly realizes that they really have come for her and her face crumples. She covers her mouth with her and as she begins to cry and she presses her forehead to Clint’s chest.
“Come on.” Bucky turns to the door and Clint follows. “We’re leaving.”
“What about Steve, Sam, and Nat?”
“They can catch up.”
“They’re here?” (Y/N) asks. The scratchiness of her voice breaks Clint’s heart.
“Yeah, they helped us find you,” Clint explains.
"Oh." She takes a shaky breath and reaches out to Bucky. "Thank you."
Bucky takes her hand and kisses her knuckles. "Nothing to thank us for. We should've been here sooner."
Her head falls back to Clint's chest and all three of them bundle out to the hallway.
Leaving the facility is easy compared to getting in. Every single man they took out on the way in is still in a heap on the floor as they move through the hallway. Clint's arms tighten around (Y/N) as they near their exit point. As soon as they're clear, Clint and Bucky sprint back to the quinjet.
They slow as they reach the line of trees that hide the jet from sight. Bucky lifts his rifle and steps into the brush first. When he knows the coast is clear, he signals for Clint to follow. They lift the ramp as soon as they’re inside. Clint takes a seat with (Y/N) in his lap. He looks up when Bucky makes a sound akin to a growl and finds him with a knife in his hand.
“Bucky?”
“They put belts around her wings,” Bucky grinds out. He kneels at Clint’s feet and pulls one of the straps away from her feathers. She whimpers. “I’m so sorry, sweetheart, but I gotta get these off.”
(Y/N) just nods and presses her face to Clint’s chest. She presses her fist to her mouth to muffle her noises of discomfort as Bucky saws through the leather. As soon as he tosses the third and final strap to the side, Bucky takes a seat beside Clint and (Y/N) lets her head fall to his shoulder. He places his hand on the back of her neck and kisses the top of her head before tracing over her jaw with his thumb.
“I’m so sorry, (Y/N),” he murmurs.
She just shakes her head and loops her arm around his. “S’fine. Kind of my fault.”
“None of this is your fault,” Clint says. “You should’ve been home, safe.”
“But now I’m safe with you.” She grabs Clint’s hand and squeezes gently. “I knew you’d find me.”
Clint and Bucky look at each over her head. Bucky lets out a shaky breath and Clint nods, confirming that he feels the same. Relieved to have her back, but devastated seeing what she’s gone through.
Bucky’s earpiece crackles to life and he presses his finger to, saying, “What is it?”
“Where are you?”
“We’re on the jet. We found (Y/N) and got out of there.”
“Is she alright?” Steve asks.
“She’s injured and exhausted,” Bucky says. He kisses her forehead and she shifts against him. “But she’s alive.”
“Good. We’re just about finished here. Natasha and I are gonna stay behind and wait for reinforcements. We’ll join you upstate once we’ve rounded everyone up.”
“What about Sam?”
“He’ll be flying back with you.” Steve pauses and Bucky hears a heavy thud. “Did you really have to throw them into walls?”
“They were in our way.”
Steve sighs. “Sam’s on his way to meet you. I’m glad she’s safe.”
“Thanks for your help.”
“We’ll see you at the compound.”
The line goes dead and Bucky pockets the earpiece. He relays everything to Clint who simply nods.
By the time Sam makes it back to the quinjet, (Y/N) has fallen asleep and Bucky and Clint are finally starting to relax. They begin to doze as the jet rumbles to life.
I dozed off, somehow. My entire body is sore, and I can’t find the energy to move, but the quiet beeping edging into my consciousness is telling me to wake up. In spite of this, it still takes me several minutes to force my eyes open.
When I manage to crack open one eye, I find that the room is dimly lit by a single lamp in the corner. There’s a couch next to the lamp where Clint and Bucky are fast asleep. Clint has Bucky tucked under his arm and his head is tipped back against the wall as he snores softly. Bucky, with his head on Clint’s chest, has folded his arms and is scowling in his sleep.
Watching the two of them sleep, a feeling of peace washes through me. Clint shifts in his sleep and Bucky presses closer to his side and I smile. I wish I could be over there with them, but just being in the same room is enough for me right now.
I pull the thin blanket up, over my shoulders and hug my arms to my chest, careful to avoid the IV tube. The sounds of their deep, steady breathing lulls me back to sleep.
I wake again later, feeling significantly better than I had before. My back still aches, but I suspect it will for a while due to the abuse my wings took and the time that they were strapped down.
I stretch my arms out in front of me and then scrub my hands over my face.
With my eyes still closed I call out, “Bucky?”
Receiving no answer, I open my eyes and glance around the room, only to find it empty. The lamp in the corner is still the only light on in the room, and my eyes adjust easily. I sigh and slowly sit up. I can’t straighten my back fully yet, but leaning forward slightly allows me to extend my wings and stretch out my back. I stretch my wings out to their full length and I’m surprised when there’s no tug on my feathers.
I wrap my right wing around and am shocked to see that the tar that had covered the primary feathers is gone. I reach around to the left side and find nothing but soft feathers. Even better than clean feathers, none of them are missing. I remember when the Doctor had suggested trimming the tar from my feathers and knowing that wasn’t ultimately necessary almost reduces me to tears.
The sound of footsteps approaching in the hallway makes me freeze. I peek around my wing and wait.
“(Y/N)?” Bucky stands in the doorway, looking like he’s about to drop the phone in his hand. I shift towards the edge of the bed and he darts into the room. “Don’t move, you’re still hurt.”
I nod, but still turn myself to face him and fold my legs underneath myself. He slowly approaches, almost as if he’s worried about spooking me. He stops just short of the bed, and my fingers twitch with the need to have him just a little closer. Close enough to touch. To hold his hand. I reach out to him and curl my fingers into the hem of his shirt and tug him slightly closer. I hesitate a moment before taking his hand. Bucky readily weaves his fingers with mine and lifts our linked hands to kiss my knuckles.
“Please stay with me,” I whisper.
“Of course I will,” he says. He carefully takes my face in his hands and presses a tender kiss to my forehead. He pulls away and swipes his thumb over my cheek. “Of course I will, sweetheart.”
He pulls up a chair and sits beside the bed. He tells me to leave the IV alone and I laugh.
“I haven’t touched it, Buck.”
“Good. You need those fluids.”
“I know.” I squeeze his hands. A shadow appears in the doorway and I glance up and smile. “Clint.”
“You’re awake!” He drags a chair across the room with him and plants himself next to Bucky, only to immediately stand up again. “I wanna hug you so bad.”
I glance between Clint and Bucky, Bucky smiles and nods. I push myself up on my knees and wrap my arms around Clint’s shoulders. His arms circle around my middle and he presses his nose to my shoulder.
“I missed you so much,” I murmur.
“We missed you too,” he says. “We were so worried. I’m sorry it took us so long.”
“You found me.” I comb my fingers through his hair. “Just like I knew you would.”
“You left a note,” Bucky wraps his arms around Clint and I. “We knew you wouldn’t run off again.”
“Never.” I pull away to look at them. “Never again. You’re stuck with me.”
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Part 10
So, how about that happy ending? That’s not the end of it, I promise, but it’s a good start. No more hurting anyone from now on, I promise.
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Broken Flock (7/??)
Summary: It’s been two years since you uprooted your life and left to figure out who you really are, leaving behind Bucky and Clint with little more than a note as a warning. Now, New York is calling your name and it’s time to go home. How will Clint and Bucky react to your return, and how will the time have affected your relationship?
A/N: Again, this chapter is dealing with really heavy themes that could potentially trigger some readers. Please read at your own discretion.
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Word Count: 2.8k
Pairing: WinterhawkxReader
Warnings: Kidnapping, panic attack, mentions of sedation, needles
Part 6
Clint and Bucky don’t get home till nearly four in the morning. They stumble up the stairs, exhausted and on the verge of collapsing. They’re determined to make it up to (Y/N)’s apartment before they fall asleep.
They bundle into the apartment and are surprised to find only the stove light on. (Y/N) usually leaves, at least, a couple of lamps left on in the living room and a lamp on in the bedroom. Bucky looks up at Clint, concern evident on his face and Clint squeezes his arm in an attempt to reassure him. Clint moves further into the apartment to check the bedroom, while Bucky investigates the kitchen.
It only takes Clint a moment to flick on the bedroom light before he calls out to Bucky and joins him in the kitchen. He stops short when he sees Bucky hunch in on himself and cover his mouth with his hand.
"What is it?" Clint asks.
Bucky holds up a slip of paper. "Something's wrong."
"What?" Clint turns on the rest of the kitchen lights and takes the paper from him. "She left a note?"
Bucky nods silently and Clint gently pulls him to his chest with one arm. He runs his hand up and down Bucky's back, hoping to keep him calm, while he reads the note.
Hey guys!
I don't know if you'll be back before me, but in case you are, I'm heading out to stretch my wings. After last week I think I need a little break, haha. It's 8:45 right now, but I'll stop by Clint's place to feed Lucky before I head out for the day. I'll have my phone with me if you need to get in contact.
See you when you get home!
(Y/N)
P.S.: I'm not running away again. I promise.
The note falls from Clint's hand and he wraps his arms fully around Bucky. It slowly sinks in that (Y/N)'s been gone for well over twelve hours and Clint begins to panic.
"Maybe she decided to camp out for the night," Clint offers. "She hates being cooped up for too long."
"No, she would've texted or called or something." Bucky takes a deep, shaking breath. "Something's wrong, and you don’t want to admit it."
“Of course I don’t wanna admit it, Buck. She’s-” Tears form in his eyes and he wraps Bucky tighter in his arms. “She’s our girl.”
“We gotta get her back.”
“We will.”
Bucky shakes his head and pulls away. “I can’t do this again. I can’t lose her.”
Clint wipes away Bucky’s tears and then his own. “I know. And we’ll find her. I’m gonna call Steve and Nat and Sam. We’re gonna get every single pair of eyes we can on this.”
Bucky covers his face with his hands and Clint tucks him under his chin. They stand silently in the kitchen until they’re able to speak again. Bucky takes a seat on the couch and texts Steve while Clint immediately calls Natasha. He can hear Bucky sniffle and has to force himself to stay where he is.
Natasha is not in a good mood when she picks up.
“It’s four in the morning.”
“I don’t give a shit, (Y/N)’s gone.”
“What do you mean she’s ‘gone’?”
“Bucky ‘n I just got home and she wasn’t here.”
“She probably ran off again. I know you don’t want to hear this, but she’s done it once, she’d probably do it again.”
“The fuck she would, she’s settled here, Nat. She wouldn’t just leave without telling us.”
“You don’t know that.”
Clint’s tempted to break something. “Nat, I’m telling you, she wouldn’t fucking do that. She wouldn’t do that to us. Not again.” His breath catches in his throat and he does his best to hold back his tears. “Please, Nat. We need your help.”
Natasha sighs. “Fine, I’ll be there in a bit.”
Clint sighs, relieved. “Thank you. Would you bring Steve with you? Buck’s getting in contact with him, but we need his help on this.”
“I’ll let him know.” She pauses. “Anyone else you want on this?”
“Sam,” Clint says. “He’s good at this kind of stuff. And I’m gonna call Tony and see if he can help at all. I don’t want him physically looking for her though. We’re already impatient enough as is without adding his stress to the mix.”
“Okay. See you soon.” She hangs up before Clint can say goodbye.
Clint sits on the coffee table in front of Bucky and takes hold of his shaking hands. “Nat’s on her way over with Steve and Sam.”
Bucky nods, but it’s clear that he’s still trying to process what’s happening. “Okay.”
“I’m gonna see if I can get Tony to help us track her phone.”
“Okay.”
“We’re gonna find her, Buck,” Clint murmurs. He kisses Bucky’s knuckles. “I promise.”
“You’re sure she didn’t just leave again?” Natasha asks.
“I’ve already fuckin’ told you, she didn’t just leave,” Clint growls.
“She left a note,” Bucky says. His voice is rough and makes Natasha do a double-take. When she sees his red-rimmed eyes, she realizes how serious this is.
“Can I read it?”
Bucky nods and points to the kitchen counter. Steve picks up the slip of paper and scans over it before handing it to Natasha. Her frown grows deeper the further she reads into the note. She opens her mouth to speak and Clint holds up one hand to stop her.
“We know she’s missing. Her laptop is still here and so is the rest of her stuff.” He wraps his arm around Bucky’s shoulders and sighs. “Like I said. She wouldn’t do this to us.”
“No, Clint I get that. Do you know where she would’ve gone?”
“North,” Bucky croaks out. “We were up there a couple weeks ago. She likes flying up there.”
“Did Stark manage to find her phone?” Steve asks.
Clint shrugs and checks his phone. “I think he’s still working on it. I’ll call him again-”
“No,” Steve says. “It’s alright, I’ll do it.”
Clint absentmindedly rubs circles against Bucky’s shoulder, trying to calm himself more than Bucky at this point. For all of his optimism, Clint knows how much he’s lost throughout his life. He’s lost his brother to the Swordsman, his childhood to abuse and the circus, his mother to his father… Hell, even his shitbrick of a father dying was a loss. But losing (Y/N) a second time overshadows all of that. There’s no time to mourn or process, just an overwhelming need to go, find, rescue. The urge to protect Bucky is there, too, but he knows that Bucky would never fall into his arms like a damsel in distress, even if there’s a tiny part of him that wishes he would. Wishes Bucky would let him take care of him. But he knows that taking care of Bucky means finding (Y/N) first.
Steve interrupts his thoughts, letting them know that Stark’s found the location, and Clint coaxes Bucky to his feet. He grabs his spare bow and quiver from his apartment before they leave the building.
Dawn breaks and brings even more anxiety with it.
They find her phone in the middle of the field Bucky had taken her to not even a month ago. Bucky's heart drops to his feet and he would walk away from all of this if it weren't for Clint's hand on his shoulder.
Bucky crouches down and picks up the phone. The screen is freshly cracked and the battery is nearly dead. He pockets the device and scans the surrounding area for any other sign of human life. He's about to say something when he notices that the top of a nearby tree has been snapped off. He reaches out to Clint and takes off as soon as he's got a hold of his hand.
"What is it?" Clint asks breathlessly.
"Something."
Clint knows better than to try and get anything more out of him when he's like this.
Bucky drags Clint to a clearing littered with crushed leaves, broken branches, and feathers that are too big to have come from any kind of bird. Both men freeze at the sight in front of them and Clint feels nauseous when he notices the dark, tar-like substance stuck to the majority of the feathers.
"I-I saw the broken off trees and I…" Bucky trails off and drops to his knees. "Oh, God."
Clint glances up from the carnage to see Sam hovering in front of a particular tree. He grabs something before he drops to the grass and walks over to Steve. Clint sees him say something about a bag and "Caught on a branch." His stomach clenches and he manages to force himself to walk over and investigate.
Sam turns as Clint approaches and holds out a tattered pack.
“I’m sorry, man,” he says. “This is all I could find.”
Clint reaches out with shaking hands and takes the bag. His breathing stutters. “Shit.”
“Is it hers?”
Clint nods. “Yeah. It’s hers.” He looks around the clearing. “The feathers are hers too, and they’re every-fucking-where.”
Clint watches Natasha prod at a clump of feathers. She frowns when she touches the tar-like goop and a string of it pulls away with her fingers. She scowls and walks away, making a note on her phone. Bucky’s wandered over to the one clear space in the middle of the grass and Clint joins him. He takes Bucky’s hand in his and hopes it’s at least a little comforting.
“She fell here,” Bucky murmurs, tracing a vague indentation in the grass. “And then it's like she just disappeared.”
Clint shakes his head. “She didn’t disappear, Buck. She was here. We’ll find her.”
He kisses the side of Bucky’s head and wraps him in a tight hug. Bucky hesitates, but slowly wraps his arms around Clint’s middle and presses his nose to his chest. Clint notices Natasha speaking with Steve and his brows pull together when she glances back at him before talking to Steve again. He sees her say “shot down” and “kidnapped” and the hopelessness starts to settle in again.
There’s something wrong with my left wrist. Probably a sprain. Both of my wings are sore from tip to shoulder, but I think I twisted my right wing on the way down to the ground. My ribs are probably fractured after snapping so many branches, and it’s hard to breathe. Secondary to all of that, every inch of exposed skin stings with little tiny scrapes and cuts.
I have to take my time in sitting up and wince when my wings stretch a little too far. There’s something that’s stopping my feathers from fanning out to the point that any kind of movement slowly becomes painful. I slowly extend my left wing, hoping to investigate whatever's stuck to my feathers and stare in confusion at the mess of black goo covering the majority of my secondaries. Cautiously, I reach out and try to remove some of it, and I only succeed in pulling a feather loose. I swear and flick the goo that came away on my fingers to the floor.
I sigh and try to fold my legs underneath myself, but my motions are inhibited by a pair of shackles around my ankles. A long length of chain tethers the shackles to the floor. With that, in combination with the crippling soreness that's starting to settle deep into my bones, I realize that I'm not getting out of here any time soon. Wherever here is.
I shuffle back until my back hits the wall and my eyes slowly begin to adjust to the low light in the room. It looks like I’m being held in a small barn. Little slivers of light creep through cracks in the walls and fall across my hands, revealing every little cut and scrape. I sigh and angle myself so that I can reach the goop on my left wing. I lick the pads of my fingers and try to work some of the stuff from my feathers. It’s slow going, but I manage to avoid pulling out any more feathers.
Eventually, I can’t keep up with cleaning myself, and exhaustion settles in every inch of my body. I curl into myself and doze off.
“An excellent specimen, Doctor.”
I don’t recognize this voice. The sounds of conversation slowly creep in at the edges of my consciousness. I keep my head down and just listen.
“As it should be, I made the serum!”
“When was she made?”
“I can’t be sure. It was not a procedure that I performed. I believe she was an accident.”
“Ah, well, you know what Bob Ross says.”
The second voice laughs. “I think you’re onto something, there, my friend.”
It takes a moment for it to register that these people are the reason I have my wings. And they’re just talking about me like I’m some kind of animal. An experiment.
One of them begins to pace in front of me. “It appears that she’s been sleeping for nearly twelve hours. Should we be concerned?”
“No, the serum imparts a sort of healing factor. The fastest way for her to heal is to sleep.” The shift and their shoes scrape along the concrete floor. “That being said, I don’t know the extend of her injuries. And her breathing has changed since we started speaking.”
The one pacing stops mid-stride. “She’s listening.”
“Precisely.”
Their footsteps approach and I panic. Fingers sink into my hair and wrench my hair back. I’m forced to look up at the woman who had previously been referred to as the Doctor. Out of the corner of my eye, I can just barely see the wiry young man that holds my head back.
“What should we do with her?” the young man asks. “Do you think she’s ready for tests.”
“Please,” my voice comes out scratchy. “Please, don’t.”
“I’m not sure,” the woman says. She begins to pace. “On the one hand, I’ve been waiting for weeks to capture her. Her strength and speed are unlike any of our previous subjects. I’m curious to see what makes her different from the others.”
“But?”
“But she’s been very clearly hurt.”
The man’s hold on my hair tightens and I whimper. He just tugs harder and I force my hands to stay where they are in my lap.
“We’ve been very careful in the past,” he says slowly. “We’ll sedate her. Keep her limbs still. She won’t feel a thing.”
“That is true…” I catch the wicked glint on her eyes and my stomach churns.
The young man laughs in my ear. “Excellent.”
“We’ll have to trim the tar from her feathers.” The doctor shakes her head. “Shame. They’re so beautiful.”
“Don’t touch my wings,” I plead. “Please.”
They just carry on as if I’ve said nothing. I watch the man grin, his eyes crazed. The doctor gestures towards the door and several large figures bundle into the barn. They all stalk over, arms outstretched and ready to grab me. I try to shrink away, but the man holding my head is stronger than he looks, and I can’t move an inch.
Hands latch onto my wrists, ankles, and wings, and I cry out in pain. I go limp in an attempt to make myself too heavy to carry, but they just twist my wings back to fold them. I bite down on my tongue to keep every whimper, groan, and sob from surfacing. My wrist and right wing scream out white-hot pain and, each time they jostle me around, a new jolt of pain lances through my body.
The three men dump me face down onto a metal table and roughly strap my arms and legs down. I beg them to leave me. To let me go. To just let me go. Nothing I say seems to reach their ears and tears streak down my cheeks by the time they wench my wings down to the table. Two large clamps descend from the ceiling and pin my wings to the table. I’m stuck and in pain.
The doctor appears at the edge of the room and she slowly approaches me. She seemed hesitant earlier. Maybe there’s some way I can reason with her?
“Please, don’t do this,” I plead. “You don’t have to do this. Please.”
She grabs my face and turns it from side to side. I whimper and pull against my restraints when she twists my head a little too sharply.
“You don’t understand,” she says. She presses my cheek to the table and my entire body seizes up as I feel someone slowly inserting a needle into my neck. “I want to.”
Her manic grin is the last thing I see as the world goes black. The hum of electricity fills my ears and my body goes completely limp.
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Part 8
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Broken Flock (8/??)
Summary: It’s been two years since you uprooted your life and left to figure out who you really are, leaving behind Bucky and Clint with little more than a note as a warning. Now, New York is calling your name and it’s time to go home. How will Clint and Bucky react to your return, and how will the time have affected your relationship?
A/N: Okay, I can say, for sure, that this chapter is the end of Pain Pain Pain. Chapter nine will see things start to actually look up and head towards getting better. However, this chapter still does touch on some serious themes that could potentially trigger some readers, so please read at your own discretion.
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Word Count: 2.7k
Pairing: WinterhawkxReader
Warnings: Anxiety, needles, canon typical violence, general angst
Part 7
“There’s no news,” Steve says.
“Then we need to go further,” Bucky insists. “We don’t know who these people are. We don’t know how they operate and we don’t know where they’d go.”
“I know, Buck, we’re doing what we can with what we’ve got, but we can’t just rush into this without a plan.”
“There’s no proper procedure for this, Steve! The option is to go out, and look. That is the plan. She didn’t disappear on a busy street corner, she was shot down in the middle of the fucking woods and dragged away. If we don’t rush into it, she could be dead by the time we find her.” Bucky curls his hands into tight fists on the table. “She’s already been missing for three days. If we don’t do something fast…”
Steve nods. “I know.”
“I’m gonna pull Stark in on this.”
“Buck-”
“He’ll at least have recent satellite footage we can use.” He shoves back from the table and heads for the door.
“Don’t put this on Tony,” Steve says. “He’s already made himself sick worrying about her.”
“I don’t know what else to do here, Steve. Either we put a team together and get our asses in gear, or I’m going to start tearing the countryside apart till I find her.”
Steve sighs. “Fine. You and Clint start your search. I’ll work with Nat and Sam on this end and we’ll do what we can to help.”
Bucky pauses and looks Steve over. “You sure?”
“Yeah. You have an idea of where to start, so you should go with that. We’ll get everything sorted out here and keep you updated.”
Bucky nods. “I’ll be in touch.”
He breezes out of the room, immediately in search of Clint. Steve sighs and calls Natasha and Sam to meet him.
Clint is with Natasha when Bucky finds him. He places his hand on Clint’s shoulder to get his attention and Natasha excuses herself from the room.
“What is it?” Clint asks.
“We’ve got the green light to start looking for her.”
Clint shoots up from the couch. “Really?”
Bucky nods. “Steve almost didn’t agree.”
“You threatened him with Tony, didn’t you.”
“Yes.”
Clint almost laughs, but clamps his hand over his mouth. His hand moves to the back of Bucky’s neck and he presses their foreheads together.
“We’re gonna get her back, Buck.”
“I know.” Bucky wraps his arms around Clint. “We should leave soon.”
“Yeah,” Clint sighs. “Come on. Let’s get the hell outta here.”
“They’ll find me,” I whisper to myself. “I left a note. They’ll find me.”
With my head between my knees, I close myself in my wings. I rock back and forth, trying to find some kind of comfort in myself. I don’t have my shoes anymore and my pant legs are little more than shreds at this point. The jacket I wore when I first arrived is long gone and my shirt was traded out for a thin tank top a long time ago, leaving me with little more than my own down to keep myself warm.
I don’t know where I am or how long I’ve been here, but I do know that Clint and Bucky would never leave me here to rot. Just thinking about how worried they must be brings tears to my eyes. Guilt settles in my stomach and I swipe my tears away before they fall. Crying isn’t going to get me anywhere, and it’ll definitely just leave me more dehydrated and sore than I already am.
The door slams open and I jerk my head up, but hold my wings tighter around me. Through gaps in my feathers, I can see their shadow as they move through the barn. I watch as they pace around the space in front of me. They stop abruptly and I clamp one hand over my mouth to muffle my gasp when they approach me. They grab the chain attached to the manacles around my ankles and I silently beg them to drop it. They take several steps forward with the chain in their hand and they chuckle when they see me curl around myself even further.
Finally, they drop the chain and stop just in front of me. I bite down on my fist in an attempt to stay as quiet as possible.
“Arm.” I don’t say anything or move, and they kick me, laughing when they hear me wince. “I said arm, you dumb fucking bird.”
I slowly extend my right arm between my wings and they grab my wrist and yank me forward. I fall forward onto my knees and catch myself with my left hand. I refuse to look up at them, knowing that they’ll only try to hurt me further.
I’ve realized, in the time that I’ve been here, that they need me alive and in one piece for their tests, but they don’t necessarily care about hurting me. This man is no exception.
“Y’know,” he says idly. “I can’t figure out why they care about keeping you alive. They never did with the others. Went through the first ones like wildfire.”
He jabs a needle into my arm and I turn my face away to avoid the sight of my own blood. He doesn’t do anything to hurt me further, but I still flinch when he pulls the needle out. I shiver and clutch my arm to my chest when he lets go and I see his shadow shake its head.
“They think you’re somethin’ special, but I don’t see it. You look just like every other bird freak that’s been through here. Only difference is that you’re alive and awake.” He crouches down and tips my head up with a finger under my chin. I can see the detachment from what he’s doing in his face, which makes my anxiety spike. “You haven’t been nearly as interesting as the rest, though. Don’t struggle as much. Why?”
“I don’t know,” I croak out.
“Huh.” He grabs my jaw and tips my head from one side to another. “They’ll take you apart, one little bit at a time, till there’s nothing left. You know that, right?”
“Oh.”
“Mmm, and I’ll be there to see it, too. Might even get to help out a little.” His grip on my jaw tightens and I whimper. “I look forward to it.”
I can't stop myself from asking, "Why?"
"You're so innocent and scared." He squeezes my cheeks and his face morphs into something crazed and animalistic. "That little doe eyed look is exactly why."
I don’t say anything and the light in his eyes seems to dim as he loses interest. He shoves me to the side and gestures for someone at the door before he stands up and walks off. Someone new shuffles in and crouches in the same place as the man before. They reach out to my arm and I jerk away from them, only succeeding in cracking my head against the wall. They sigh, shuffle closer, and press two fingers to my pulse. They take their count and then grab at my arm again, and their fingers wrap around my wrist.
“You’re ice cold,” they say.
“I sleep in a fucking drafty ass barn, of course I’m cold,” I mutter.
They hum and squeeze my wrist momentarily before standing and dropping a paper bag at their feet.
“Get some rest,” they say. “You’ll need it.”
They leave and I wait till the door closes to reach out to the bag. Inside, I find a chunk of bread, a couple of slices of cheese, a small apple, and a bottle of water. I nearly ball up the bag and chuck it across the barn, but my stomach growls. I sigh and reach into the bag and take out each item, placing the bread, apple, and cheese in my lap. I set the water on the floor and tear the bag open to make a sort of placemat. I reorganize the food on the torn up bag and stare at it, momentarily wondering why the hell I even set it up like this.
I shake my head and eat what little food I’ve been given.
“Found anything?”
“Some locals have been shooed off their land recently,” Clint says. “They saw some weird shit going down a few weeks back and now they’re being asked to leave.”
“I think they said someone offered to buy their plots to try and get them to leave,” Bucky adds.
“Weird,” Sam says. “They got any idea where these people are holed up?”
“Not from what we can tell,” Clint sighs. “I think they’re too freaked out to try and look into it.”
“Which is understandable, considering the firepower some of these goons apparently have,” Bucky shakes his head. “What I wouldn’t give to be able to just find one guy.”
“I know, Buck.”
“I might be able to help with that.”
“How?”
“We’ve been cleared for aerial recon. I’ll be flying out around the area you’re in later today. See if there’s anything I can find that you can’t see on the ground.”
“How long have you been working on this?” Bucky asks.
“I put in a request the day after you talked to Steve. Had a helluva time trying to get Ross to agree, but Stark suggested that there’d be no way anyone would ever sign the accords if he let one of their own disappear without a trace.”
“Thank him for us,” Clint says.
“Will do.”
Anxious to get the search underway, Bucky asks, “How soon can you get out here?”
“I’ll be there in about an hour.”
“Great, we’ll go back over what we’ve got and send you anything useful. Has Natasha found anything since she last called?”
“Not much, but I’ll let her know you could use whatever she’s got.”
“Thanks.”
“No problem. See you guys soon.”
“See you.”
Sam hangs up and Bucky leans back in his seat.
“That’s good news,” Clint says. “We’ll be able to cover more ground now. Find her faster.”
Bucky nods absently. “It’s been almost a week.”
“I know.” Clint takes Bucky’s hand. “We’ll find her. She’s strong, we’ll-” his voice breaks and he takes a deep breath. “We’ll get her back.”
The corner of Bucky’s mouth twitches up into a smile. “You keep saying that.”
“Because we will.”
“Say it enough times, and it’ll come true, right?”
Clint nods. “Exactly. She’s probably doing her best for us. We have to be strong for her too.”
“I know.” Bucky takes a deep breath and slowly releases it. “We’ll find her.”
“We will.” Clint kisses the back of Bucky’s hand. “We absolutely will.”
“Yeah, this place looks real sketchy.”
“Explain,” Bucky says.
“The barn is old and rickety, probably a little too close to falling down to keep any kind of livestock in. There’s a building that’s attached though, and it’s newer.”
“Can you get a closer look?”
“Not a chance. Shit’s on lock-down. At least twenty guys around the perimeter, and who knows what else inside.”
Bucky sighs and lays back in the grass. “We’ve been watching this dump for two days. We’re pretty fuckin sure she’s in there. Can we please just rush in and start shooting?”
“Not yet,” Clint says.
“Please, Clint.”
“Give it a day, man,” Sam says. “Let them get a little restless and see what they do. They might just bring (Y/N) to us.”
“It’d give us time to get Steve and Nat up here,” Clint adds. “Extra hands on this would make it easier for us to focus on getting to (Y/N) instead of avoiding getting shot.”
“Fine. But only because we could use the help.”
“I’ll do another lap and then I’m headed back to the compound. I’ll call you guys when we’ve got a plan of attack.”
“Thanks, Sam,” Clint says. “We’ll talk to you soon.”
They hang up and Bucky reaches out for Clint’s hand. Clint laces their fingers and sighs softly.
“We’re so close,” Bucky mutters.
“I know. She’s less than a mile away now.” Clint’s gaze is distant.
Bucky recognizes Clint closing himself off, preparing for the worst. “Don’t do that.”
“What?”
“You’re shutting down.” Bucky sighs and squeezes Clint’s hand. “She’s not dead.”
“Buck…”
“If she were, they wouldn’t need so many guards.”
“I know, I’m just… I’m just worried.”
“I know.”
Clint flops down beside him and rolls onto his side. “You’re not supposed to be the optimist here.”
“Yeah well, it’s not fun to be pessimistic if we’re both dragging each other down.” Bucky looks over at Clint and offers a small smile. “We’re close. We’ll get her back. There’s no other option.”
“Did you hear what Todd was saying earlier?”
"What're you talking about, man?"
"He said scanners picked up on two bodies a little over a mile away."
"No shit?"
"Yeah, and there was something buzzing by the barn yesterday and today. Said boss lady's real freaked out."
"You think it could be the Avengers?"
The first man laughs. "Why the hell would the Avengers be interested in us? It's not like we've done anything to them."
"I dunno, man. What about this chick?"
"What about her?"
"I think she was with the Avengers for a while. Like I think I saw her on TV at one point."
"Nah, man, that was the Falcon. There's only one Avenger with wings and it's a dude in a suit. We're home free."
“I dunno, man… I got a bad feeling about that.”
“Look, it’s two guys. What can they do against all of us?”
The second man laughs hesitantly. “I guess you’re right.”
I cough into my elbow and freeze when their eyes snap to me. I curl into myself, hoping that they’ll just ignore me and go back to their conversation.
“You got something to add, freak?” the first man asks.
I shake my head. “No.”
He squints at me. “You think someone’s looking for you?”
“I don’t know,” I murmur.
“How the fuck do you not know?”
Anger flares in my stomach. “I don’t know what time it is most of the time. I don’t even know how long I’ve been here. So forgive me if I don’t know jack fuckin shit about whatever it is you two are bickering about in your little doorway over there.”
The first man squinted at me and gestured to his friend. “Get the boss.”
“Which one?”
“Both of ‘em.”
“Oh shit.”
The second man ran off in search of the bosses. I can only assume the first man meant the Doctor and her right hand man. I think I’d be worried, if I didn’t know that the Doctor wants me alive for whatever other tests she’s got planned. Besides that, my mind is buzzing with what the two men were talking about. Just the idea of Clint and Bucky knowing where I am fills me with just a little hope.
The second man returns, flanked by three burly guards, followed by the Doctor and her right hand man. The two men from before and the guards wrestle me up from the floor and I do what I can to push back against them. My legs are still shackled to the floor, so I can't get far, but I manage to punch one of the guards in the eye. He stumbles back, clutching his face.
"Don't fucking touch me," I hiss.
The Doctor’s right hand steps up and slaps me across the face. My head snaps to the side and heat blooms in my cheek. The guard I punched kicks me in the stomach, forcing the air from my lungs. I hang in the grip of my captors and they force me onto my knees. I glance up to find the Doctor leaning over me, holding something out to her right hand. He forces my wings flat against my back and he works with the Doctor to belt them down.
“Chain her up,” the Doctor instructs. “Don’t touch her wings, and don’t break any bones.”
She’s answered with a chorus of “Yes, ma’am.” and she walks out of the barn.
“What do we do, boss?” the first man asks.
The right hand tuts. “You hit her, of course, you empty headed morons.”
“Don’t be a puss about it,” I add. I’m going to regret egging them on, but there’s only so much they can do to me, and Clint and Bucky are so close. “Really make it count.”
“Oh, believe me, bird girl,” the right hand says. “We will.”
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Part 9
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Broken Flock (6/??)
Summary: It’s been two years since you uprooted your life and left to figure out who you really are, leaving behind Bucky and Clint with little more than a note as a warning. Now, New York is calling your name and it’s time to go home. How will Clint and Bucky react to your return, and how will the time have affected your relationship?
A/N: Please understand that the end of this chapter will be quite heavy and potentially triggering for some people,. Please read at your own discretion and forgive me for the ending. That is all.
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Pairing: WinterhawkxReader
Word Count: 3.4k
Warnings: Heights, falling, drugging, passing out
Part 5
“(Y/N),” Clint mumbles. He shakes my shoulder and I groan. “(Y/N), there’s someone at the door.”
“Hmm?”
“Someone’s knocking,” he mumbles.
Clint rolls over and goes back to sleep. I sit up and glare at him before rubbing my eyes and shoving myself up from the bed. It takes a moment for the knocking sounds to reach my ears and I scrub my hands over my face in frustration. I suddenly find myself wishing I hadn’t taken down my “No Solicitation” sign.
They knock harder and louder and I can’t stop myself from yelling, “Knock it off! You bang any harder, you’re gonna have to marry the fucking door, or some shit.”
The knocking doesn’t die down and I swing the door open only to immediately freeze. Steve stands out in the hallway with Natasha at his side.
“(Y/N),” he says.
“Aw, fuck.”
I slam the door closed and immediately run back to my bedroom. Clint still hasn’t moved and stirs slightly when my wings brush against him as I race past. I grab my bag from the chair in the corner and yank the window open. Clint sits up and blinks against the afternoon light, confused.
“Why’re you climbing out the window?”
“Steve and Nat were at the door.” I flatten my wings against my back, but can’t seem to fit through the window. “Gonna fuckin kill me if they catch me.”
“Why?”
“Slammed the door in their faces.”
Clint covers his face with his hands and flops back down onto the bed with a groan. “This is it. This is the day I die.”
“Not yet.”
I whip around to find Natasha and Steve stepping into the room. I sigh heavily and drop my bag to the floor. Steve folds his arms across his chest and Natasha follows suit.
"I'm surprised Bucky's not here," Natasha continues.
"He got stuck at the tower last night with work. Otherwise, he would be," Clint explains. He pushes himself up onto his elbows and looks directly at her. "What're you doing here, Nat?"
"You weren't home, figured we'd try the one other place you've been known to disappear to." She looks very pointedly at me and I pinch the bridge of my nose. “Why didn’t you tell us you were back?”
“Because I’m not,” I answer. “I’m in town. That’s it.”
“We know you were up near the Compound last week, (Y/N),” Steve says. “Why were you anywhere near there if you’re not back?”
“Bucky took me upstate to stretch my wings. It’s harder to do so unnoticed in the city.”
“Why were you near the compound?”
“What is this with this interrogation?” Steve simply raises his eyebrows, silently telling me to answer the question. I sigh and shake my head. “I got a little off course and didn’t realize where I was until it was too late. I redirected as soon as I saw the first building, but even then I was probably half a mile away, maybe more.”
‘I see.“
“How’d you know it was me anyway?”
“Asked Sam what got picked up on the scanner. He said it was just a big bird,” Steve explains. “But, you’re way too big a blip to just be a big bird.”
“No, she’s a big ass bird,” Clint corrects. “Massive difference.”
“Clint, you’re not helping,” I say. I perch on the bed beside him and he reaches out and places his hand on my knee. “Still doesn’t explain why you decided to make the trip out here to see us.”
“We just wanted to see you for ourselves, (Y/N),” Natasha says. “It’s been two years. You can hardly blame us for needing to double check.”
“Could’ve just asked.”
“You say that like you would’ve actually answered.”
“You wouldn’t have to ask me. Clint and Bucky are more than capable of giving you the information.” I press my lips together. “This is exactly why I didn’t tell anyone I was coming back.”
“Then why did you come back?” Natasha asks.
“Because I missed my idiots.”
“Aw,” Clint squeezes my knee. “You’re so nice, (Y/N).”
“Nah, I’m an asshole. Everyone knows it.”
“Mm, yeah, but we’ve always hoped for better from you,” he says, dumb smile on his face.
I snort. Everyone’s head turns when the door opens and shuts. Keys clatter against the kitchen counter and I sigh in relief.
“(Y/N)? You here?”
“In the bedroom!” I call back.
Bucky wanders into the room, yanking his sweatshirt over his head. Clint laughs when he nearly crashes into Steve. He just barely misses, but looks around in confusion when he can finally see again.
“The hell is this?” he asks, gesturing between Steve and Natasha.
“She couldn’t get through the window fast enough,” Clint explains.
“Clint, that’s even more confusing,” Bucky says.
Clint gestures with a flourish. “I live to serve.”
Bucky shakes his head and skirts around Steve and Natasha before crawling onto the bed and sprawling out between Clint and I. I squawk at him about having his shoes on my duvet and he kicks them off onto the floor. He shuffles up the bed and props his chin up on my calf. I comb my fingers through his hair and he sighs and melts into the mattress.
“We’re fine here, guys,” Clint says. “(Y/N) is working on her own deal, and Bucky and I are still obviously engaged with the team. Our priorities haven’t changed.”
“Are you sure?” Natasha asks.
“Nat, we spent two years looking for her and now we’re coming home to her at the end of the day. So, yeah,” he glances over at me and smiles. “I’m sure.”
“Fine.” She grabs Steve’s arm and steers him out of the room. “We’ll see you bright and early on Monday, then.”
Bucky and Clint wave to them as they leave and, only when the door closes for the final time, do we allow ourselves to fully relax. I coax Bucky onto his side and shimmy down the bed to lie beside him. He wraps his arms around me and keeps his metal arm held tight to my body while stroking one of my wings with the other to avoid pinching.
“So it seems like you guys’ve had an eventful day,” Bucky mumbles against my shoulder.
“(Y/N) slammed the door in their faces,” Clint says.
“Oh shit, really?”
“Yeah. Then she tried to climb out the window to get away, but her wings are too big and she can’t get through this one.”
“No, my wings are fine,” I correct. “The window’s too small.”
“Ah, ” Bucky hums. “Blaming windows, now, are we?”
I flick his ear and he laughs. “I am not blaming windows.”
“Then what are you blaming?”
“Myself for not finding a bigger window.”
“Oh, duh, obviously.”
I shake my head and press a little closer to his chest and reach out for Clint with one hand. Clint takes it and laces our fingers together. Clint curls himself around Bucky’s back and asks him about his day. Bucky complains about being stuck at the Tower the entire day yesterday, forced to sit in an hours long conference with General Ross, debating the viability and sustainability of the proposed Sokovia Accords. Steve, Bucky, Tony, and Rhodey had entered the call having read everything in the packets they’d been provided multiple times and had essentially been talked at and over the entire time they were in the conference. By the end of it, even Tony was starting to lose his cool, and he’d gone into the call most willing to comply with the Accords.
“So Ross acted like he wasn’t talking to a handful of the world's most dangerous people?” I ask.
“I could pop that guys head like a pimple, and he acted like I was a dumb little three year old,” Bucky says. “Steve was able to stay calm enough to get in contact with a few other people who helped draft the Accords and we were allowed to write up our own edits, but we have twenty four hours to do so.”
Clint sighs. “What time did you manage to get to sleep last night?”
“Five in the morning, I think. Can’t really remember. We worked in shifts with the rewrites, so I think Stark and Rhodes are working on it right now. Steve’s gonna have Nat go back through and see if there’s anything she’d add before we throw the damn thing at the General’s fuckin head.”
“I could help, if you want,” I offer. "I've got great aim."
Bucky laughs. "Thanks, but I'm pretty sure that'd get us into more trouble than we're already in."
“Ah, well, maybe next time then.”
Clint snorts. “You two hungry at all?”
“Eh,” Bucky responds. “I could eat. (Y/N)?”
I shrug. "I'll probably want something by the time we finish cooking."
Clint grins at me over Bucky's shoulder. "Great. What's on the menu, guys?"
Tuesday morning, the door flies open at exactly 10:35. I'm standing in the middle of the kitchen, breakfast in hand, and nearly drop the bowl at the sound of the front door slamming into the wall.
"Hope you're decent, cause I'm coming in anyway!" a familiar voice calls.
I groan and put my breakfast on the counter. “Go home, Tony!”
He appears from the entryway and grins. “That’s no way to treat a guest, (Y/N).”
“I didn’t invite you!”
“I’m happy to see you, too.”
I roll my eyes. “Why are you here?”
He walked through the apartment, looking around, his head tilted to the side. “Heard my favorite winged killing machine was back in town, and I had to see it for myself.” He frowns at my furniture before he looks back at me. “You still live in this dump?”
“It’s not a dump, it’s my home. Clint does a great job of maintaining this place.”
“It’s a run down tenement building.”
“It’s an old ass brick building in the middle of New York City. It’s holding together as best it can. That doesn’t mean it’s a dump.” I lean against the counter and silently beg him to leave. “If you just wanted to see if I was here, you’d buzz by in one of your suits, but that’s not the case. So, why are you actually here?”
“So suspicious.” He tuts and shakes his head. “What do you take me for?”
“Someone who doesn’t have a lot of normal friends.”
“Did you get meaner while you were gone?”
“Tony, you broke into my home. I’m allowed to be a little mean.”
He sighs and his shoulders slump slightly. “Fine, I need someone to talk to, and I know you won’t judge me.”
“Why didn’t you call ahead? I’m assuming Steve and Nat told everyone I’m back.”
“I figured you’d find some way to be out when I showed up.”
“Tony, I have a job and I work from home. This is the only place I’d be.”
“A job?”
“Yes, a job.”
“I’m impressed.”
“Oh, fuck off.”
“Will you at least hear me out?”
“I don’t know, Tony, I’ve got a lot to do today…” He hits me with his puppy-dog look and I cave immediately. “Fine, you can stay. But you have to let me work while you talk.”
“Won’t that distract you?”
“No, I need external stimulus when I work sometimes. Usually that’s music, but I guess you’ll do.”
Tony launches into a long explanation of the issues with the Accords while I set up my work stuff for the day. I interject where I can and he seems surprised when I manage to keep up. I simply finish my breakfast and do the dishes before starting on work for the day. When Tony starts pacing, I turn slightly on the couch so that I can face him. After a bad experience with Bruce a few years back, Tony needs to know that the person he’s talking to is paying attention.
Tony keeps at it for three hours before he stops to ask for a glass of water and starts up again when he’s hydrated. By the end, I’m starting to understand how Bruce could fall asleep while Tony talks.
“Does that make sense?” Tony asks.
“Honestly, I totally get where you’re coming from, but none of that shit in Sokovia was your fault.”
“I don’t know...”
“Tony, you did what you could when it was happening, and even more after the dust settled. There’s no going back to fix that now. But do you honestly think that the Accords are a good idea? I mean, Bucky was talking to Clint and I about them a few days ago and they sound awful. Like literal grade-A bullshit.”
“Really?”
“I don’t know about you, but if I were being attacked on the street, I’d want someone to help me right then and there, not ask their boss for permission first. What if people are in danger and your superiors decide that they’re not a priority?”
“Oh.”
“Yeah, oh. And on top of that, people like me, people with powers and shit, just minding our own business, could potentially have to sign. If we don’t we could face prison time.” I sigh. “I’m not saying you’re wrong on any account, because it’d be great if the Avengers could get help from government agencies again, but I don’t think this is the right way to do it. Especially when you’re so used to being your own boss.”
“Right, but-”
“Tony, you asked for my opinion. I’m not gonna tell you that I’m one hundred percent right, this is just how I feel. I know that Steve and Bucky are pretty on the fence with the Accords as well.”
“That’s true.”
“I know Ross sent your revisions back, but you have to keep pushing this until they give up on the document, or you get your way. Just… whatever happens, you have to stick to your guns.”
“Right. I need to trust my gut.”
“That’s not what I said.”
The front door opens and Tony and I both look to see who it is.
“(Y/N), we’re back!” Clint calls.
“Oh, so he can come and go as he pleases, but I show up and you’re mad?”
“He has a key, and he’s not breaking down my door. Yes he can come and go as he pleases.”
Clint and Bucky stop short as they enter the living room.
“Didn’t realize you’d have company today,” Bucky says.
“I didn’t realize I’d have company today,” I shoot back. “He invited himself in.”
“That’s not nice, Tony,” Clint admonishes. “You know how private she is.”
Tony scowls. “I needed her advice!”
“Call ahead next time.”
Tony shakes his head and pushes himself up from the chair he eventually settled in. “I’ll take this as my cue to leave.” He stops just before he reaches the entryway. “Will we be seeing you around at all?”
I shake my head. “Probably not, no.”
“Shame.” He waves over his shoulder as he heads for the door. “I’ll be in touch.”
The front door closes one last time and I close my laptop and lie down on the couch. Clint sits on the floor in front of me and places my laptop on the coffee table.
“How long was he here?” he asks.
“Hours. Literal hours. He wanted to talk about the Accords.”
“Seriously?”
“I think he’s kind of waffling on his stance with the whole thing. Blames himself for the stuff that they’re citing as the reasons behind the Accords. But that’s bullshit, because they’ve probably been trying to figure out a way to put a leash on people like us for years, Sokovia was just the catalyst.” I turn over onto my front and sigh. “I don’t wanna be someone’s therapist!”
“Definitely not a good idea. You’re not qualified.”
“Super not qualified!” I cry.
“Well,” Bucky says. “He’s gone now, so we might as well chill out and have dinner.”
“What’s for dinner?” I ask.
“Takeout from the Chinese place down the street.”
“Ooh,” I push myself up from the couch. “I love their sweet and sour pork.”
Bucky smirks. “I know you do.”
I bound over to the kitchen and hug him tightly. “You’re the best.”
He laughs and I squeal when he hooks his hands under my thighs and picks me up. “I know I am.”
“Alright, strongman, put me down. Dinner’s getting cold, and Clint’s probably hungry.”
Bucky lets go and kisses the side of my head as soon as my feet touch the floor. We grab plates and flatware and set up the food around the coffee table. We eat and talk and laugh, and Clint eventually misses his dog and goes back to his apartment to get Lucky. Bucky leaves on a mission in the morning and has to go back to the tower. I go to bed alone.
Over the next week I see a pretty steady stream of old friends waltzing through my door. Sam drops in on Thursday to apologize again and overstays his welcome by two hours. Bruce stops by on Friday to drop off a tin of tea and a book he’d been holding onto since I left. I refuse to turn him away and ask if he wants to stay and stare a pot of tea. We talk for a few hours and I hug him before he leaves. Saturday sees Wanda, Natasha, and Rhodey in quick succession and I take to hiding in Clint’s apartment because I don’t have either him or Bucky through the weekend to act as a buffer. Bucky and Clint leave for a long mission Sunday night and by Tuesday, I’m able to go back to work in my own apartment. I finish my final project by four in the evening and let myself relax for the rest of the night.
Wednesday morning, I wake up restless and decide to go flying. I pack myself snacks and water and leave a note for Clint and Bucky in case they’re back before I am. Before I leave I drop by Clint’s apartment to feed and love on Lucky for a little bit. When I’m thoroughly covered in his hair, I say goodbye and head up to the roof for takeoff.
Flying through the city is different from the country. I have to fly higher than I’d like in order to get out of the smog, and even then I have to worry about avoiding buildings. For all it’s wonders, New York City feels like a bunch of hazards all shoved together and populated past it’s bounds. But still, it’s home. Apparently.
I decide to see how far I can get before my body forces me to turn around, and I get distracted enough while flying north that, without realizing it, I reach the field that Bucky took me to a couple weeks back. It looks just about the same as I remember it, even as the early morning fog dissipates. I take a couple of laps around the field before I decide to move on.
As I near the treeline, something hurtles towards me, and I just barely manage to dodge it before it hits me. I glance over my shoulder, and assume it was a drone or something when I can’t see what it was. I shrug and fly out over the forest. Something comes at me again, this time hitting the primary feathers of my right wing and coating them in a thick, heavy substance. I lose altitude immediately and try to shake whatever it is off. The substance won’t budge, and my left wing is soon hit with another projectile. I try to turn around and get away, but whatever’s on my wings is too heavy and I can’t seem to keep moving. I cry out as I fall to the treetops below.
I crash through several trees on my way down and my pack gets caught on a branch, nearly strangling me until I manage to unclip the strap. Unclipping my bag sends me tumbling to the forest floor and I fall flat on my face, unable to catch myself in time.
Shadows loom over me and I try to get up, only for someone to place their boot between my shoulders and hold me to the earth. I yell and struggle, to no avail and an unseen figure lifts my chin and presses a rag over my nose and mouth. I tell myself not to breathe, but something in me overrides every rational thought. My limbs grow heavy and dark patches start to creep in at the edge of my vision.
I stop moving, and everything goes dark.
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Sister Winter (11/??)
Summary: Keeping secrets only hurts those closest to you, but sometimes the blunt truth hurts more than you’d ever imagine. What happens when you can’t differentiate between the two?
A/N: Hello, we return to this fic with More Characters Than Before and even more drama! Things are really getting started with everyone starting to show up lmao. Hope you guys enjoy this new chapter!
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Word Count: 3.2k
Pairing: ClintxReader
Warnings: Canon typical violence
Part 10
I startle when I catch Fury out of the corner of my eye. I shiver and shove my hands into my pockets.
I turn my head slightly and nod to him in acknowledgment. “Director.”
“I’m surprised you’re not out there waiting for them,” Fury says. “You look like you’re ready to jump outta your skin.”
“I’ve only spoken with Natasha very briefly and read about the others.” I pause, my brows furrowing. “And I…”
“You’re worried about the whole blue thing.”
I nod. “Yes.”
“Why haven’t you gone back to your little magic trick yet?”
“Clint already knows and accepts me as I am. Now that you know too, there’s no point in using a disguise.”
"Hm." He folds his arms. "You should go out to meet them anyway. We're taking off as soon as the Captain shows up. We don't need to lose any new recruits before we get a chance to debrief them."
“I’ll go now.”
“Oh, (Y/N),” he says.
“Yes?”
“Would you mind doin’ your little magic trick when the Captain arrives?” he asks. “It’ll help me win a bet.”
The corner of my mouth quirks up into a small smile. “Is that all I’m useful for, Director?”
He snorts. “No, but it sure as hell is handy.”
I chuckle. “I suppose that’s better than nothing.”
"You'll need this," he says. I hold out my hand and he drops an earpiece into it. "We'll keep in contact from up here."
"Of course." I position the earpiece and turn it on.
He jerks his chin at me. “Get going. Agent Romanoff should be preparing to land.”
I nod once. "Yes, sir."
"That's her quin, right there." An agent points to the incoming aircraft. "She should be the first one down the ramp."
I nod and shield my eyes against the sun, watching as the quinjet descends. My hair whips around in the wind kicked up by the jet, and I try to keep it out of my eyes as best I can as I move closer.
The ramp lowers and a woman with a shock of red hair appears and immediately walks towards me. She stops short and tilts her head to the side.
“(Y/N)?”
I nod. “Natasha?”
“Yes,” she says. “You’re more… blue than I expected.”
I laugh. “I don’t have to be blue, but it’s just my natural state.”
“Does Clint know?”
“Yes. He actually prefers me like this, believe it or not.”
The corner of her mouth twitches up in an almost smile. “I do, actually. He’s got a knack for pushing people to be themselves.”
“Yes,” I say. “He certainly does.”
She looks me over, silently regarding me. I try not to shrink under her gaze, but she's far more intense than anything Clint told me could've prepared me for.
"You look like you could use a hug," she finally says.
"What?"
"You look like hell. Like you need some comfort." She glances around and takes a step closer. "I'm going to assume that Clint was the only person you're close enough to to go to for emotional or physical comfort."
"I don't know if I like how exposed I feel right now," I joke.
She shakes her head. "I'm not trying to expose you. I just want to suss out what's going through your head. Understand you better."
Slightly confused, I say, “I appreciate that.”
My earpiece crackles to life and I press my finger to my ear. “Coulson’s headed in. Wheels down in five.”
“What is it?”
“We’ve got about five minutes before Coulson lands.” I glance behind her. “I suppose meeting the Doctor will have to wait.”
“He’s just a bit timid.”
“I understand. I hope he’ll be fine on the helicarrier.” I fold my arms. “I mean, Fury’s taken precautions, but that doesn’t mean that he’ll be any more comfortable.”
“I’m sure it’ll be fine,” she says. She places her hand on my arm. “How are you holding up?”
“You asked me that yesterday.”
“And answers change.” Her eyes bore into mine. “How are you actually?”
I take a deep breath and slowly let it out. “I’m worried. I don’t know what Loki’s doing. I don’t know what he’s doing with Clint and Selvig. I don’t know if Clint’s even still in there.”
“You care about him a lot.”
“Yes. I don’t know what I’ll do if we can’t get him back.” I place my hand on her shoulder. “How are you, though, Natasha?”
She sighs. “I’ll be better once we fix this. That’s all I’ll say.”
I nod and manage a small smile. “Fair enough.” I press my lips together. “Do you want a hug?”
She glances around before she leans in, tightly gripping my arm, and whispers, “If anyone sees or hears about this, I will kill you.”
I bite back my laughter. “That’d be harder than you’d expect, but okay.”
She rolls her eyes, but I catch her mouth turning up into a small as she wraps her arms around my shoulders. I circle my arms around her middle and hug her just as tightly as he hugs me. She sighs against my shoulder and pushes me away abruptly.
“That’s enough,” she says.
Wind whips up around us and I glance up to find the quinjet we were waiting on preparing to land. When I look back at Natasha, she won’t meet my eyes. “Thank you.”
She shakes her head. “Don’t mention it.”
“I won’t.”
“Thank you.”
I roll my neck and set my enchantments in place. The cerulean takes on a more natural, human color. I sigh and smooth my hands over my hair.
“Showtime,” I mutter. I catch Natasha staring. “What? Are my eyes still red?”
“No, Definitely not.” She scowls. She gestures to my body and asks, “How?”
“Magic.”
She shakes her head and walks towards the quinjet. “I don’t even want to know.”
I shrug and follow after her. “She’ll get curious eventually.”
“We’ll introduce the Captain to Doctor Banner once we talk to Coulson. Fury contacted me earlier, said they needed him inside asap.”
“Alright.”
As we approach, the ramp lowers revealing Agent Coulson with a tall, blond man at his side. He nods to both of us and introduces Natasha before he looks at me, confused.
“I thought you weren’t doing the whole-” he wiggles his fingers at me. “-thing anymore.”
“I thought this would be less jarring for people who I’ve never met before,” I explain. “Would you prefer that I stop?”
“Yes,” Natasha and Phil say in unison.
The Captain looks confused, but his confusion quickly gives way to shock as I allow the enchantments to slip away.
“You’re blue,” Rogers says without thinking.
“I am.”
Natasha cuts in, saying, “Coulson, they need you on the bridge. They’re starting the face trace.”
Phil nods. “I’ll see you there.”
He slips between Natasha and Rogers and quickly makes his way across the landing strip. I watch him go and turn slightly towards Natasha.
“I’ll go with him,” I say softly.
“Why?” she asks.
“I’m not sure I’m the kind of welcoming party Doctor Banner is expecting. It’d be better if he had some warning.”
She nods. “Probably safer that way.”
“As soon as you’ve got Banner, you should get inside. We’re taking off in a couple minutes.”
“Right.”
I look back at the Captain and offer him a smile. “It was nice meeting you, Captain. I’ll see the three of you inside.”
He nods hesitantly and I head back to the bridge. I heave a sigh of relief as soon as I’m back inside. I take my place just behind Fury on the bridge and wait for instruction.
“How’d it go?” Fury asks.
I shake my head. “He was a little shocked.”
“A little?” He raises an eyebrow. “That all?”
“I’ve barely met the man. I don’t know him well enough to predict what he’s thinking about.”
He tuts and takes his head. “I’m sure everything went fine.”
I roll my eyes. Coulson hands me a tablet and points out specific camera feeds. I take the tablet and examine them more closely.
“You’ve spotted Loki?” I ask.
“We think so, but his appearance changes each time. I figure you’d be the best person to spot anything recognizable.”
I nod. “I’ll do my best.” I tuck the tablet against my chest. “Any word on Clint?”
“Nothing new. Agent Romanoff will be working with the surveillance team to track him down.” He pats my shoulder. “We’ll get him back, don’t worry.”
“I know we will. I’m more worried about what he’s being forced to do. Loki will stop at nothing to achieve his goals. He doesn’t care who he endangers along the way.”
“I can only hope we’ll be able to stop him before he gets too far.”
“I know.” I glance up momentarily and catch Captain Rogers handing Fury a ten-dollar bill. I laugh. “Guess Fury’s little prank worked.”
“Prank?”
”He said something about making a bet. Asked me to skew the odds in his favor.”
Coulson smiles. “Sounds like something he’d do.”
Fury speaks with Doctor Banner. Banner asks something about the search for the tesseract and Fury gestures for a status update.
“We’re sweeping every wirelessly accessible camera on the planet,” Coulson says. “Cell phones, laptops… if it’s connected to a satellite, it’s eyes and ears for us.”
“Still not gonna find him in time,” Natasha says.
Banner takes in everything they say. “You have to narrow your field. How many spectrometers do you have access to?”
“How many are there?” Fury asks.
“Call every lab you know. Tell ‘em to put the spectrometers on the roof and calibrate them for gamma rays.” Banner takes his jacket off and rolls his sleeves up. “I’ll rough out a tracking algorithm, basic cluster recognition. At least we could rule out a few places.” He glances around. “Do you have somewhere for me to work?”
“Agent Romanoff,” Fury gestures to Doctor banner. “Could you show Doctor Banner to his laboratory, please?”
Natasha rises from the monitor she’s squatting in front of and walks up to Banner. “You’re gonna love it, Doc,” she says. “We got all the toys.”
It takes several hours to even get an approximate match for Loki on any camera. At the smallest glimpse of his hair, I clasp Agent Sitwell’s shoulder.
“There,” I point at the monitor. “That one.”
“You sure?”
“Yes, I’m sure.”
The monitor beside him chimes, notifying us of a match. It’s the same feed as I had indicated a moment ago.
“Sixty-seven percent,” I shake my head. “It’s absolutely him.”
Sitwell turns and lets Phil know. “We got a hit.”
“Wait,” I smack his arm. “Check again.”
“You’re right.” He shakes his head. “Crossmatch, seventy-nine percent. It has to be him.”
Coulson appears beside me. “Location?”
“Stuttgart, Germany. Twenty-eight Konigstrasse.” He pulls up several images. “He’s not exactly hiding.”
“He wants us to find him,” I say.
“Captain,” Fury says. “You’re up.”
Captain Rogers nods and follows Coulson down the hall. I move across the floor to speak with him.
“I want to go with them,” I say.
“No.”
“You seriously won’t allow me to bring my own brother in?”
“Yes. Seriously. You don’t need to be in the line of fire.”
I narrow my eyes. “I’ll stay in the jet with Natasha. I won’t be in the line of fire.”
“You’ll stay in the jet?”
“Yes.”
He scowls. “Fine. You can go with them.”
“Thank you-”
“But you stay away from that spear,” he says. “I don’t need to lose another agent to your psychopath twin.”
“He won’t get to me.” I pause. “Did you just call me an agent?”
“I might’ve.”
“Alright.”
“You better go find Agent Romanoff. Don’t want her to leave without you.”
I nod leave the bridge. I run into Natasha along the way and follow her out to the jet. Captain Rogers is hot on our heels, dressed in a vibrant blue, red, and white suit. Coulson said something about having a hand in the Captain’s new uniform and I hadn’t put much thought into it until now. The colors are a bit nauseating.
Captain Rogers settles into the seat across from me in the jet and we lapse into an uncomfortable silence as Natasha and another agent take the controls.
“So,” Rogers says. “What’s your connection to all of this?”
“Loki is my brother.”
“Your brother?”
“Yes. My twin, actually.”
“But he’s...”
“Not blue?” He nods. “Very astute. I’m sure you’ll notice that we’re not identical twins either.”
“That’s true.”
“It doesn’t matter anyway. He’s controlling the people I care about. I want to stop him and take him home to face judgment.”
“Where is home?”
“Asgard.” His eyes widen. “I’m sure it’s clear that I’m not exactly from Earth, Captain.”
“Call me Steve,” he says.
“Alright.” I pause. “I’m (Y/N), by the way. We were never formally introduced.”
He shoots me a small smile. “I look forward to working with you.”
I nod and he doesn’t say anything else. I cross my arms, put my head back, and doze until we reach our destination. I wake when Natasha says we’ve arrived and I move to join her near the cockpit.
“Looks like he’s giving a speech,” she says.
I shake my head. “Of course he is. He really seems to enjoy the sound of his own voice these days.”
“What’s the plan?” Steve asks.
“Don’t let him get to you,” I say. “He’s persuasive and he’ll distract you if he can. If he can distract you, you’re in trouble.”
“Anything else?”
“He’ll fight dirty. Protect your stomach and your legs.”
“How dirty are we talking?”
“He has an affinity for knives.”
“Jeez.”
Natasha lowers the ramp. “Remember to have fun,” she says.
I move up to the cockpit with Natasha as Steve drops down into the middle of the crowd and deflects a blast from Loki. Natasha lowers the quinjets weapons system and points it directly at my brother.
“Loki, drop the weapon and stand down,” she commands.
I shake my head and sit back and watch as a fight between Steve and Loki breaks out. Natasha mutters something about not being able to get a good shot when someone overrides the communications system.
“Agent Romanoff,” they say. “You miss me?”
Music blares through the loudspeaker and she shook her head. A figure in a suit of armor swoops in and easily lays Loki out with one blast.
“So this is Stark?” I ask.
“The one and only,” Natasha mutters.
“Huh,” I watch as Loki surrenders and Stark lowers his heavily armed hands. “Impressive.”
“That’s one way to describe him.”
We land briefly and I help the agent on board restrain Loki and bundle him onto the quinjet. Steve and Stark join us on the jet.
“You’re a traitor,” Loki hisses.
“Shut up.”
“Rather bold, aren’t we, sister?”
“I’m not doing this with you, Loki.” I tighten the straps around his shoulders. “I have no energy to humor you anymore.”
“Oh, (Y/N), you wound me.” He grins manically and I push his face away as I stand and join Stark and Rogers near the cockpit.
“I don’t like it,” Steve says.
“What?” Stark asks. “Rock of Ages giving up so easily?”
“I don’t remember it being that easy,” Steve mutters.
“No,” I interject. “He was going easy on you.”
“And you know this… how?” Stark asks.
“He’s my brother.”
“But you’re blue.”
I roll my eyes. “Yes, I’m blue, he’s pale as fresh snow. Am I seriously going to have this conversation with every newcomer?”
Steve shakes his head. “Still, this guy packs a wallop.”
I take a seat across from Loki and tune out their bickering. A crash of thunder startles me out of my thoughts. When a lightning flash lights up the quinjet Loki and I look at each other with wide eyes.
“What’s the matter?” Steve asks. “Scared of a little lightning.”
“It’s not the lightning that scares him,” I say, careful to keep my voice steady.
Loki squints at me. “I’m not overly fond of what follows.”
Something lands on the jet, shaking all of us around. Stark immediately puts on his helmet and lowers the ramp, much to Rogers’ protests. I jump up when Thor lands in the jet. He doesn’t see me. Instead, he knocks Stark back just as he’s about to fire at him and grabs Loki out of his seat by the neck. Before I can say anything, they’re gone. I look around at everyone in the jet and Stark is already on his way out to follow Thor. Steve moves to grab a parachute and I just shake my head.
“I’d sit this one out, Cap,” Natasha calls.
“I don’t see how I can,” he says.
“These guys come from legend. They’re basically gods.”
“She’s right,” I add. “You don’t know their power, and you nearly got your ass handed to you by Loki. I don’t think you can manage both of my brothers at once.”
“Both brothers?” Steve asks.
“Yes, both brothers.”
“Great,” he mutters. “This is just wonderful.”
“If you’re determined to go-” I sigh and grab a parachute. “Then I’m going with you. I’m at least strong enough to hold one or both of them back.”
“Be careful, (Y/N),” Natasha says. “You know how dangerous they are.”
“I will. Tell Fury to hide Jane Foster. If Thor’s here, Loki’s people may try to hurt her to get to him.”
“Will do. You two get down there and stop them.”
I look to Steve and he nods before jumping out of the quinjet. I follow his lead and we freefall for a while before deploying our chutes and gliding down over the treetops. We follow the trail of felled trees and sparks down to find Thor and Stark fighting one another. I yank my chute from my shoulders as soon as my feet hit the ground and move through several broken off trees to get to Thor, but I’m too late.
Steve has already engaged him, telling him to put his hammer down. Thor refuses and takes a swing at Stark, swinging him back through several trees.
I shake my head and step between Thor and Steve. “Stop.”
Thor looks between me and Steve, unsure of what to do. He shifts slightly towards me, and I see Steve move out of the corner of my eye. Crossing my arms in front of my chest, I make a cutting motion outwards, and immensely cold energy travels down my arms and through my hands. Both men freeze in place and stare at me, surprise and fear etched into their features. All around me on the ground is a thick layer of sharp, spiked ice. My eyes go wide when I see what I’ve done and I have to school my face into calm indifference.
“I said stop. All of you.” I look very pointedly at Thor. “We’re all on the same side. Fighting isn’t going to change a fucking thing about this situation.”
Thor nods. “I’m sorry, sister.”
I shake my head. “Go get Loki. We’re leaving and both of you are coming with us.”
Thor summons his hammer and takes off to gather up Loki. I carefully pick my way out of my little field of ice and wander off to find Stark. I pull him to his feet and lead him back to Steve while I signal for Natasha to bring the jet around.
“This is just the beginning of things, isn’t it?” Steve asks.
I nod. “I’m afraid it is, Captain. And it’s not going to get any easier from here.”
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