Doppelganger

Summary: In the middle of the night during a thunderstorm, a young man begs to be let in the avenger's tower. Soaking wet, beaten and bruised, the avengers become shocked and surprised when it's none other than Hawkeye. The only problem is, Hawkeye was the one that answered the door.

Thunder clashing, the rain poured heavily down on the ground. A young man wearing blue jeans, a black shirt, and a raincoat, came running down the street fast. He paid little attention to the people or his surroundings, as he was completely focused on getting to the avengers tower in front of him.

Only a few more blocks…

The young man then tripped and came crashing down on the ground. His bare hands scraping against the cement as he found himself letting out a pained hiss, he held his hands then tightly towards his chest as he kneeled on the ground. Biting back the pain….he then looked down and saw his hands were scraped and now bleeding. Shaking it off, he got up slowly, wobbling a little bit as he did so. Trying to find his balance again, he took a few deep breaths as he slowly calmed himself.

He was almost there. Wiping his hands on his wet jacket, He then got up and started to head towards the tower again, this time a bit slower.

He thought he would never get there, it seemed like it was hopeless. Maybe the tower wasn't even real. Maybe he wasn't even real. Maybe he was imagining everything and it didn't matter how close he thought he would get to the tower, it just kept moving further and further away. But no, that was all in his head. He knew this was real. He needed this to be real. He had been alone for so long. And now this place, it was just like he had remembered it. He only hoped that the Avengers here, were like the ones he used to know. He hoped they hadn't changed or were any different.

Finally arriving at the front gates, Clint Barton stopped to catch his breath. He took a long hard look at the massive gates in front of him, and slowly punched in his code. He bit his lip and waited for access into the gate. For a moment he didn't think he would gain access, that this wasn't the place he thought it was. But he surprised himself even when he heard a positive beep and click and he got his access granted. His password worked. Even in this place, it still worked.

As he opened the gate and then closed it behind him, he stared intently for a moment at the large door in front of him. This was it. But was it home? He didn't know. Wasn't sure. But he started to step forwards anyways.

The moment he got to the front steps he did not bother to hesitate a moment more, he started to pound away at the door. He was just Thrilled and excited that he would finally see them all again…. It had been so long…so very long.

"Please, someone answer! Let me in! Natasha! Tony, Steve! Bruce! I know you are in there! You have to let me in! Please!" Clint begged as he continued to pound relentlessly on the door. Over and over again. This had to be it. This had to be home…this had to be the right place…

"Please…I'm alive. I'm okay. Open! You have to let me in!" Clint continued to pound away. But just when he was about to give up, the towers front lights came on.

Someone was home…

Clint bit his lip nervously. He suddenly felt nauseated, his nerves getting the best of him. This was it, this was it, this was it…he kept saying to himself. He did it, he found his home! His friends!

But just as he heard the clicking sound of the door being unlocked, he managed to form a smile on his face, and was about to greet the person that first appeared before him. He didn't care which avenger it was, he would just give them a hug. He would be happy to see them…it's been so long.

But as the door opened all the way, his smile instantly faded, for the person that greeted him was not one of his friends…but himself…

No!…I was certain I got it right this time…this can't be…I was certain…this was the right place…the right everything!

Clint Barton then started to cry, he had had enough. He was so sure, so certain he finally made it home. But no, The Gods played a cruel joke on him and he ended up in the wrong place. He saw it with his own eyes. His duplicate staring wide eyed in shock at his very existence.

Closing his eyes, and putting his face in his hands Clint continued to cry. Exhaustion finally catching up to him, he decided enough was enough…he was sick of this…and then… he suddenly just collapsed on the ground.

Just when he blacked out, the other Clint Barton, wide eyed and still shocked and surprised at seeing a young man that looked just like him collapse before his eyes… had immediately and instantly was able to grab the falling young man before he hit the ground. Sitting in silence with the young strange man in his arms, Clint didn't know what to do.

But just then Natasha showed up and saw what happened. There were two, two Clint Bartons. Clint just stared at her confused. But Natasha didn't say a word…she just passed out. And then everything went black.

Authors Note: I know it's shot, but next chapter will be longer. Please review!