I do not own any of the Marvel characters used in this fanfiction.

So this is my first attempt at yaoi, but I am very excited to write this one, I know the Loki to my Hawkeye will be happy! Well here goes!

Chapter One: Lost soul

Clinton Barton, that was his name, he had been an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. for years and had always known what he should do. Now, he wasn't so sure and that bothered him greatly. All around the agency they still spoke of him, the one who had tried to enslave the world and every time he heard his name…it made his heart do something he wasn't used to.

That staff and pierced his heart and taken over him, making him follow someone else, until Agent Romanoff so nicely smashed his head into a pole. The way Clint felt though, he felt there was still someone swimming in his head.

Romanoff…they had history together and he always heard whispers of how the two of them were an item…this gossip made him shake his head. He knew who she had eyes for and it was never him, as for him, he just didn't have those feelings for her.

Feelings…here lately Clint had a lot of those, not that he ever shared this with anyone. He felt like an idiot for allowing himself to be confused by…a man! He could never have feelings for a man, that wasn't possible. Weakness, yes that would be the word he would use to describe himself.

As if Fury knew he was going through some inner turmoil, he sent him on a small mission and Clint was hoping it would distract him. He was supposed to check in the city and make sure there was nothing left over from the battle in Manhattan. So far, there had been no reports of any activities and Clint didn't expect to find anything. Now driving alone, he was headed toward Manhattan and what was hopefully nothing.

As he parked and stepped out, he took a deep breath, ready for anything. There was one thing however he couldn't prepare himself for. His heartbeat quickened, his chest started to hurt and he ran to an ally way and that was when he laid eyes on him. That man with the dark hair, bright eyes and that grin. He always had that grin, the grin of a cat that has caught his prey. Clint felt himself being pulled toward him, toward Loki…

He left Asgard early that morning, under a disguise of course, and he had plans. Loki couldn't handle playing his father anymore, well his so called father anyway. Now he was headed back to the Earth realm, even though he knew his brother was there, he wasn't the lease bit worried. He wanted more chaos and he needed more power, what he had was never enough. He despised these miserable Earth creatures, but the Earth was a good place to start for gathering enough power to take over all of the realms he so desires.

He quickly found his staff, apparently the Avengers no longer felt as though it need to be carefully guarded. He destroyed the two pathetic humans S.H.I.E.L.D. called security guards. As he walked the streets of the city her disguised his staff as nothing more than a mere cane. Something funny then began to happen; the cane began to glow and hum. Loki ducked down an ally to try and figure out why his cane was doing such a thing. He poked his head out of the alley way and that was when he saw him.

He instantly recognized the sandy blond hair and those eyes, those almost piercing eyes that once looked at as a leader and then once more with such loathing. Clinton Barton, also known as Hawkeye. He had enjoyed controlling the archer, and watching him deal with the inner turmoil once that mulling quim freed him from the staff's power. It seemed as though the staff wanted him once more. Loki felt a pulse come from the staff and not even a minute later Clinton was staring at him in the alley and he couldn't help but to smile.

"Hello Barton, it has been quite some time hasn't it?" Loki asked and watched as Clint's express became grim and deadly. "I see I am still not your favorite person."

"Why are you not dead? Thor said you were dead!" Clint growls as he watches Loki carefully.

Loki lets out an incredible laugh; he really did have everyone fooled. "I am the god of mischief my old friend."

"I am not your friend!" Clint yells.

"Please do not interrupt it is rude Barton. I am the master of illusions and I make people believe whatever I desire them to." He shifts to look like Natasha. "Would you like this Clint?" He laughs before shifting back. "No I think not, you two do not care for one another the way everyone believes you do. I know your inner thoughts Clinton Barton; I know every last one of your desires!"

Clint holds his bow, notches an arrow, draws back and takes aim at the place where he believes Loki's heart should exist. "I should kill you and end this all now!"

Loki once again finds himself amused and laughing at this human. "You know for a human, you are the most tolerable one I have ever met. You can not kill me, nor do I truly believe you want to; however now is not the time to delve deep into your mind and your darkest desires."

Clint lowers his bow, and tries not to shake, as Loki appears right next to him. "I will have my day, and I will be the one to end all of this."

Loki leans close enough to Clint's ear to brush his lips against it. "I promise you boy, that you will indeed have your day, but once more today is not that day."

Clint watched Loki disappear and he dropped his bow. What could Loki possibly know about him that even he didn't know? He knew that he was up to something, but Clint could not figure out what exactly Loki was trying to do. For now, there was nothing more Clint could do, so headed to the nearby pent house that S.H.I.E.L.D. set up for him. He took a hot shower and got a restless night's sleep.

Loki watched Clint from a room across the street and grinned as the fool tossed and turned in his sleep. If only Clint knew what he knew, but he is not ready for that yet. Loki grinned as he knew Clint would know the truth soon, the truth of it all.

End Chapter one