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cosmic-d1ce · 7 months

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I think possibly the worst part about Phil's kidnapping is that it could take weeks for anyone to notice he's even gone.

If he logs in on Monday (i have a sneaking suspicion phil will use this as an excuse to play more hardcore) who will notice that he isn't home?

Tubbo, maybe Fit might. They'll message him and ask if they can meet, and Phil won't respond.

But that's normal.

Phil sometimes does just forget to respond, or doesn't even see the message.

He also does go wandering sometimes, far away. If they go looking, that's a reasonable explaination for him not being home.

Of course, he's distracting himself from Chayanne and Tallulah's absense!

Who else is close enough to Phil to notice he's around less than usual? Who else sees him enough to realise something is wrong?

Nobody.

He's always been alone, he always will be.

#qsmp #qsmp philza #q!philza #philza #ph1lza #qsmp lore #qsmp tubbo #qsmp fit #this is exactly what i wanted #this is perfect #i want phil to come out of this traumatised and feral #isolation is gonna drive him mad #and being locked in there with chays floatie and lulahs beanie.....#shakes him vigorously

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clintbartonswifee · 5 years

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dusted

Warnings: angst angst angst angst, slight mentions of sex (no smut), graphic violence ((ronin aint messing around)) Pairings: clint barton x OC Grace barton

possibly might make a part 2 if wanted || masterlist

It was a normal day. That’s what they thought anyway. Estranged from the broken family they had once called a team, the Barton’s were enjoying a sunny afternoon.

“Hey guys, do you want mayo or mustard or both?” Grace called, interrupting Clint’s archery lesson with Lila.

“Who wants mayo on a hotdog?” Lila asked, a disgusted look on her face.

Clint chuckled, nodding in agreement before speaking in a low tone, “Probably your brothers”

He turned to face his wife with a smile, “Two mustards please mama!”

Lila returned her focus to the bow, adjusting her finger placement.

“Mind your elbow” he advised, moving it slightly to the side so she could release the arrow safely. Once given the all clear by her dad, she released the bow, the arrow soaring through the air and swiftly embedding itself into the bullseye.

“Hahaha! Good job, Hawkeye. Go get your arrow” Clint praised, ruffling her hair.

“Hey guys! Enough practice, soup's on!”

“Alright, we're coming; we're hungry” Clint replied, turning around to Lila, only to be met with an empty space, “Lila?”

A loud scream was heard to his right and Clint whipped around to see Grace fallen to her knees, staring at the space in front of her with tears in her eyes.

“Honey? Babe!” He shouted, running towards her desperately, scooping her up in his arms.

“The kids - they - they” she cried, pointing to the light black dust in front of them, being swept off by the wind.

Grace let out another panic sob as she looked at her arm, black dust seemingly crumbling away her flesh, “Clint?”

“No. No. No. NO! Grace” Clint cried, his hands holding her cheeks in a tight grip as the rest of her body disintegrated.

“I love you - please d-” she wept, the rest of her face joining the pile of dust that now layered his clothing.

Clint let out a guttural scream, scrambling off of the floor and desperately wiping the dust from his clothing, stumbling around the backyard in disbelief. They were gone - his family gone - disappeared out of existence in the space of a minute.

He was in Madrid, covered in mafia men’s blood, when he thought of them again.

“Take a girl to dinner first” Grace giggled as he followed her slowly up the stairs.

“I believe I just did” Clint replied lovingly, his hand pressed on her lower back as they walked.

“Are you sure about this? I mean 2 kids is a big deal”

“Im 100% sure” he winked, throwing her over his shoulder as he marched to the bedroom, his hand coming down on her ass in a light spank. Grace giggled, squirming in his hold as she reached down to return the favour.

Clint shook his head angrily, getting rid of the taunting images in his head. He wiped the blood off of his blades, seething silently in the room surrounded by bodies.

That night Clint gets another addition to his tattoo sleeve, the pain of the needle therapeutic when compared to his constant inner torment. He hadn’t heard his name in months, now working under the alias Ronin. Even his name reminded him of her - of them.

The night after the snap was probably the worst life of Clint’s life. The silence - oh god the silence - was the most suffocating thing he had ever heard in his life. Nothing could have prepared him to not hear Nathanael’s giggles, the sounds of Lila and Cooper fighting over a movie, but most of all he could never be prepared for the loss of the almost silent sound of Grace’s breaths as she slept in his arms. He didnt sleep that night, too traumatised to even sit still. He had to do something. So, he ran.

He started tracking down all the mobs that were left, slaughtering them where they stood. It was unfair. They didnt deserve to still be here when so many innocents were gone. He wanted had to get rid of them, to erase them just like his family had been erased.

A year after the snap, in Greece, was the first time he heard someone speak Grace’s name.

“You failed her - failed Grace - didnt you?”

Red. All he saw was red. Anger took control of him, his slashes hitting harder, movements more unpredictable. He was feral, mowing down the men until her reached the one who spoke.

“never say that name around me”

Red. Spilling from the man’s chest, his stomach, his arms, shoulder, legs. He slashed and slashed until all that was left was ribbons. Another memory took hold of him.

“Do you like it?” Grace asked with a giggle, giving him a twirl.

“I love it” Clint smirked, his breath catching as he drunk in her figure. She was wearing a red dress that hugged her curves, a slit travelling up to her lower thigh which exposed her leg.

“It’s for the party with Fury - Nat and Phil will be there too” she smiled, fixing up her hair, “You did remember, right?”

“Of course!”

Clint came up behind her, his hands resting on her hips as he stared over her shoulder and into the mirror.

“You dont have to be so nervous - you already know they love you-”

“I know” Grace sighed, melting into his chest, “but I’ve only met them all a few times, I can still fuck up”

“No one could hate you, Grace”

Another infuriated growl escaped past his lips, Clint slapping the ground angrily. He missed the old days, before the Avengers, when it was just Grace, Natasha and him. They were unstoppable, happy and safe.

What he wouldnt give to have it all back.

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