I haven't seen much fanfiction that was all about Clint or really had much of his back story. Mostly Clint with others or Clint with Natasha. I think that Hawk Eye deserves his own story, his own struggles outside of what we've heard or seen in the movie. I tried to let what I think Clint's personality would be like, while still adding humor from the rest of the gang. Thanks in advance for reading and/or reviewing! Hope you enjoy!
'Get down, Clint!' A young man screamed before being shot in the head by an unseen force. He hid under the table, shaking from the cool air that danced around his skin and the pure fear he would never be able to forget. Bombs went off, people yelled for help, blood splattered on every wall in sight. The booming of guns and the replaying circus music filled Clint's ears and not even his hands over them muffled the sound. The shooting stopped and he hesitantly crawled from the safety of the table to his brother's sprawled dead body. Before the tears began, he was lifted by the collar of his stained shirt and was looking into deep that promised him no comfort, only death and pain. Then everything went black.
Clint awoke with a start, his body sweaty and clammy. His short hair matted to his forehead, promising to be filthy when dry. The sheets tangled around his lean body, trapping the memory, and nightmare, to him. Lying back down, he ran a shaky hand over his face and tried to clear his mind to no avail. The haunting reminder he pushed down for so long was active in him now. Moving into a sitting position, he thought to himself, 'Dammit, Clint, get it together.' He heard the sound of raised voices and feet stomping, signaling him that the other Avengers were active.
Clint grabbed a black shirt and dark jeans and headed to the shower in his suite. Even if Tony was a pompous ass, he was generous enough to allow all the Avengers to stay in his Tower, giving them nicer quarters than some of them were used to. The marble shower bounced the steam from the water into the rest of the room, turning the air hazy and muggy. Clint stood, hand braced against the wall, under the stream until it ran cool. Stepping out onto the tile, he dried off and clothed himself.
As he walked down the corridor to one of Tony's lavish sitting areas, he heard bickering ensue and smiled to himself.
"Dammit, Tony, stop being stubborn and just talk to her!" Natasha's voice rang out.
"If it were that easy, Red, I would have done it already." Tony snapped.
"Must you always argue?" Came a grumble from Thor as he chewed on a bagel.
Clint smirked and leaned against the door frame, watching the chaos around him. The months had passed and they became like a family. The thought of family shot a pang through his heart and he shook his head to clear the emotion.
He was greeted by Banner and Thor before sitting in a vacant chair beside Steve, who was focused intently on his breakfast. The Captain hated bickering between them almost as much as injustice and when one of the them spoke of their wild sex adventures.
Tony directed his attention towards Clint. "Ah, Barton, a man with sense," He began as the other men of the group mumbled, "Tell Natasha that women are complex and a simple 'apology' isn't going to fix anything."
Surprised by the Iron Man's call for an opinion, Clint's eyes widened, "Uh, well, you see.." He didn't know where to begin or what to say. Natasha's eyes were slits on him. He looked around the room to the other men, but the avoided his gaze with a passion. 'Those bastards,' Clint thought to himself. "Tony is...partially right. Most women don't take a word or two and drop it." He was slow, hoping that Natasha's boot wouldn't connect with his jaw. "However, Natasha is also right. You aren't talking about most women. You're talking about Pepper, a woman who has put up with far worse than...wait what did you do to her?" He looked to Stark.
"It was a simple misunderstanding, really. I may or may not have told her she couldn't stay here anymore." Tony's eyebrows furrowed.
A small snicker escaped Clint, "And she didn't take that lightly? How rude."
Tony let out a huff, "It's for protection, dammit. I don't want her around when Fury's little entourage comes rolling into the tower. There are other nasty things that go bump in the night and I can't always protect her." He tried to defend his motives.
Natasha threw her hands in the air and said, "So tell her what you're telling us! She's a reasonable woman."
"Unlike someone I know," Mumbled Tony, wincing at the glare Natasha sent him.
Barton rose from the table, slowly walking back towards the door, hoping to escape the next war between Nat and Tony. He was halfway down the hallway before a firm hand was on his shoulder. He gave a sideways glance and looked at Steve, who looked a little irritated and tired.
"How about we go for a jog? Get away from the arguing," Steve suggested.
Clint nodded and grinned, "Race you to the bottom!" And he was off, warming up for his run around the city with Captain America.