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This song was submitted by 'Hiding in the Shadows' and it is "Within Temptation" by Shot in the Dark.
Disclaimer: I do not the Avengers or any music in this fic.
I've been left out alone like a damn criminal
I've been praying for help 'cause I can't take it all
I'm not done, it's not over
He had been in India for two weeks and already wanted to leave. It was crowded, more so than the places he'd been recently. He didn't like how he felt closed in and dirty. But there was sickness, and he felt obligated to stay for at least a token amount of time. Which was why he was now in a hot, smelly apartment fighting to keep calm as he fought to save lives. He was relieved when a small voice piped up, begging for him to see her papa. He was even more relieved to be led to the outskirts of town rather than farther into the slums. But not so relieved that he couldn't stop the girl from running out in front of a military truck. He wasn't stupid. Which is why when he saw her jump through a window he knew exactly what was going on. And he almost wasn't disappointed. He wanted an excuse to move on, anything would do. So he would listen to this redheaded woman, then leave. She couldn't hold him, no matter how many soldiers surrounded the place. And she knew it to; he could see that in her eyes. So he listened. And he found himself getting interested in this cube, in the fact that he was the only one Fury could call. So he went with her, still reasoning that he could escape, that it would be alright.
It wasn't until he was putting up to the final battle on the security guard's motorbike that he finally admitted it to himself. He was part of a team.
Now I'm fighting this war since the day of the fall
And I'm desperately holding on to it all
But I'm lost, I'm so damn lost
Oh, I wish it was over and I wish you were here
Still I'm hoping that somehow
He was tired of fighting. He had been told the war was over, that they weren't fighting anymore, but now he was in another battle. He just wanted to go back. To go back to Peggy's smile and the Commandos. He'd even love to be a skinny weakling at this point, if it just meant he could go home. He was in the middle of the battle when he realized how easily he had slipped back into his former role as the captain. He was sure that Clint and Natasha were both more qualified than him, but they took orders without question, quietly doing their jobs. It wasn't until Tony fell out of the sky that he figured something out; he was part of a team again. The feeling in his chest was almost painful as he watched the red and gold blur fall. He knew that now if anyone tried to hurt them then he would kill them. He just hoped that they felt the same way.
'Cause your soul is on fire, a shot in the dark
What did they aim for when they missed your heart?
I breathe underwater, it's all in my hands
What can I do? Don't let it fall apart, a shot in the dark
A shot in the dark
He didn't know why he missed the first time he saw her. He hadn't done that since he was a kid learning how to shoot. Maybe that was why: she made him feel like a stupid kid. The second time he missed while shooting at her, Coulson decided that it was in S.H.I.E.L.D.'s best interests to bring her in. Somehow, Clint couldn't bring himself to care when she was made his partner. In fact, he soon couldn't imagine life without her.
She didn't know why she liked him. He was the type of person that she usually avoided: funny, generally lighthearted, and unable to take a lot of things seriously. Somehow they clicked though. From day one, he was there to coax her out of her shell and get her to communicate with other people. He was there on the worst days, and even some nights, when the memories would attack her and she would wake up screaming. He was always there to help her through it, to dry her tears. So when Loki took him, she knew she had to get him back, no matter what the cost. Even if it meant knocking him into oblivion. That was alright, as long as she got her partner back.
In the blink of an eye I can see through your eyes
As I'm lying awake I'm still hearing the cries
And it hurts, hurts me so bad
And I'm wondering why I still fight in this life
'Cause I've lost all my faith in this damn bitter strife
And it's sad, it's so damn sad.
He didn't want to be here anymore than Loki. Although it seemed like the villain wanted to be here more than him anymore. He just wanted to go home and see Pepper there waiting for him. But before that, he had to save the world. Again. He didn't know why he bothered, it would just be in danger again tomorrow. Maybe he'd retire after this battle. One more and it would be over. As soon as Thor's little brother was dealt with he could go home and never leave his Tower. He kept thinking that, right up until he flew through the portal with the dial tone in his ear.
He woke up to pain. Pain and brightness and loudness. He briefly wondered if he was in heaven or hell before he opened his eyes to Cap's face. Definitely heaven then. Hawkeye came into view then and he figured he was still alive somehow, since the assassin would surely be down with him and the sinners. It didn't matter though. The running dialogue he kept up was just a mask for the pain, both external and internal. Pepper didn't answer. While he talked and ate, half of his mind was turning over that problem. Why didn't she answer? Did she still love him?
When he finally had her arms around him, he knew the answer. She loved him, no matter how long she yelled at him for this.
