So I had a dream a few nights ago and it was awesome and epic. It inspired me to write some Fanfiction even though I have never written any in my whole life. So if it sucks I'm sorry. I am really trying to share the awesomeness that was my dream and also this will help me to remember it. Constructive criticism is welcome and very much needed.

Now I must say I don't own the Avengers or any branch of Marvel. I only own the Original Characters.

We lost.

That's to put it simply.

We survived Loki's army, we survived Dr. Doom, we survived Galactus, and everything else the bad guys threw at us, but we couldn't survive disease. One little virus wiped us out, the avengers, (except for myself), almost all of S.H.I.E.L.D, the rest of the government, all gone. Well at least it was getting there by the time Fury decided it was time to do something. He knew there was no time to stop the virus all of our top scientist were already dead. They died trying to find a cure to an incurable disease. This included Dr. Banner and Tony, hell by the end even Dr. Foster and Dr. Selvig tried and they all failed. Now they are all dead. It seemed that the Hulk did have a weakness, who would of thought it would have been a little virus. Thor was so crushed when Dr. Foster died that he left Earth for Asgard to never return. The last words he said to Fury was it's hopeless my friend I can't help you.

So this is how I end up waking in an ice box. Fury says it's a cryogenic pod, but it's still a glorified ice box to me. Fury is there to help me, looking worse for wear himself. Not even the hard ass man made of stone is immune to the shock of making up from cryogenic freezing.

"So...what's next boss?" My voice low and gravelly from disuse. I try to reign in my fear like a good soldier.

" For once, I don't know agent Barton." this is the first time I see Fury unsure and truth be told it's frightening and it makes my eyes widen for just a second. "We are going to have to see if we can get into contact with the government, well at least see if there is a government left."

"If there is no government left, sir?"

"Then hell, I don't know agent Barton. We'll just have to come up with something."

We find out from Jarvis, who sounds like he is on his last leg and going fast, that it has been about 200 hundred years since we went to sleep. Fury is pissed to say the least.

"Why the hell didn't you wake us sooner?"

"Sir, you told me not to wake you unless there was a cure made or there was a threat to yours and Mr. Barton's safety. Since a cure was never made I have left you in cryogenic sleep until I deemed there was a threat to the integrity of the power supply for this base. Mr. Stark's arc reactor has now reached one percent power and I barely have enough power to inform you of what has occurred and enough power to unlock the safety mechanisms protecting this base thus keeping you in."

Fury growled in annoyance and frustration."Then by all means tells us what the fuck is going on before you run out of juice."

"Of course, sir. The year is 2219 and the virus has almost disappeared from the planet. Mostly due to the fact that the remaining population of the Earth has developed an immunity to it. There is no acting body of government and it seems that the Chitauri have returned at the detriment of the human race. Although the Chitauri have returned they are not at the full strength they once was when they first arrived on Earth. I believe that they have been affected by a mutated strain of the virus as well. They are cut off from their home world, if their home world even still exists. It seems a turf war between Humans and Chitauri is an everyday reality in this time. It is a violent world out there sir where the human resistance is struggling just to survive. I fear for yours and Mr. Barton's safety, sir. Power now at .08 percent. Sir, if I don't let you out now, there will be no leaving here."

"Well, fuck. It seems that we left behind one shit storm for another."

Clint looks at Fury with uncertainty. "What are we going to do sir?"

Fury looks up at Clint and with a determine look in his eye says, "Well we're just going to have to take our planet back, wont we Agent Barton?"

Clint crosses his arms in front of his chest a sign of uncertainty, " With all due respect sir, how the hell are we going to do that.?"

Fury grins that shit eating grin he gets when the odds are against him, but he doesn't give a shit. "Simple, we just going to have to gather ourselves an army."

With a twitch in the corner of Clint's mouth, "Better said than done sir, but not impossible."

Jarvis with a melancholy sound in his voice, " I have unlocked all the defense mechanisms and power is now at .02 percent. I must say it has been an honor serving you Director Fury and an honor knowing you Agent Barton."

"Thank you Jarvis, if we find a spare arc reactor lying around we'll come back for you." Fury's words are just that, words. With no hope that this will ever be a possibility.

"I appreciate that sir, but I know that, that is not a possibility. Power at .01 percent initiating shut down protocols. Goodbye, and good luck, you're going to need it." With that Jarvis goes silent. Clint and Fury only have a few minutes to collect their weapons and leave the S.H.E.I.L.D underground bunker before everything goes dark in Jarvis' tomb. They enter a world of total and utter destruction. It's post-apocalyptic New York at it's finest. It's quiet except for the sound of a stray bullet here and there off in the distance. The crumbly ruins echo the sound and makes the direction of the noise unknown.

"Well, where to next, boss?" Clint looks to Fury only to see for a split second uncertainty in Fury's face. Fury pulls it together quick and Clint wonders if he was just seeing things.

"How the fuck should I know?"

SOooooo...I hope it's any good. I am trying to build a story around this dream and I find it hard so forgive my inexperience in the realm of writing fiction. I didn't want to put too much information about the virus because really, it's not going to be a big thing in the rest of the story. It was the only way I could think of for getting Clint and Fury into a future apocalyptic setting.