Hello everyone! This is my first story I've posted on this site.
SPOILERS FOR THE MOVIE IF YOU HAVENT SEEN IT YET.
It's a Clint/Coulson so if that's not your cup of tea feel free to leave. There will also be some other ships as this story continues. So far there is four chaps written and I'm planning on about 6-8. This here is the prologue. I should post the first one tomorrow and then the chapters will come out every Friday!
Reviews and flames welcomed. Those who review get either Tasha's homemade vodka or choc chip cookies. Your choice.
I also need a beta.
Disclaimer: Unfortunately I most certainly do not own the Avengers
So, without further ado, Enjoy!
They had always known that they wouldn't be able to grow old together, not because they didn't want to, but when you are constantly in danger from super villains, you don't really plan for retirement.
But it wasn't until now that Phil's locker was empty and the rest of his meagre possessions were on Clint's floor of his room in the mansion that Clint realized just how far fetched that reality had been.
No one had told Hawkeye until after the battle. He had raged and screamed and threatened to kill Fury for using Phil's death like that until Tasha had calmed him down.
They had all gone their separate ways until Thor returned six days later claiming that Loki had been imprisoned and would not be getting out any time soon. When Tony and Pepper had invited them all to come and live in what would be soon known as the Avengers mansion Clint had declined. He was happy where he was thank-you-very-much. Where he was, was living in Clint's shitty old S.H.I.E.L.D apartment drowning his sorrows in Tasha's homemade vodka.
After two weeks of him constantly denying the offer, he had woken up in a complete different bed than the one he had gone to sleep in and a killer headache. Clint knew it had been a bad idea letting Tasha in.
From then he realized he didn't have a choice but to move into the mansion. He had kept to himself, only leaving his room to raid Tony's bar. He had plenty of alcohol anyways. That's how he lived for a while till Fury said he had had enough of the constant moping and made him get back to work stat.
People at S.H.I.E.L.D had been wary, no one directly talking to him in case he snapped. A murderous Clint was a scary thing. He liked it this way. He would go to work or help the avengers then go back to the mansion and then he would keep to himself. Most likely with some sort of alcohol.
Life was bearable for a while. He mourned Phil constantly while blaming himself for his lovers death.
Unfortunately, this almost peace couldn't last.