Life's Aim
Hello!
After my short break… I'm back, with an Avengers fanfiction! This one wont be as long as HAaFF, but will be a good length!
It will be Clint and Phil centred, with Whump galore but no slash!
Bare with me as I have broken my finger so there may be a few typing mistakes that I don't notice, but hopefully it wont be that bad!
Summary: This will follow Clint from his fall out with Barney, follow him in to the army and in to service; through fights, friendship and a lot of pain. Before Phil Coulson arrives on scene directed by Nick Fury to, 'Bring the reckless idiot in before he kills anyone else!'. How will Clint react? How does he take to his new life in S.H.E.I.L.D? And how will he get on with the Avengers?
Disclaimer: I don't own The Avengers, it's characters or it's general plots.
This was written: 12th February 2014 (My best friends birthday!), cont. 123h,
Chapter 1
Flying Free
"We must run, now!"
Clint heaved in air greedily to his battered lungs, he could feel the tender bruising running up his abdomen and his arm was bleeding freely, to leave a trace of crimson down from his shoulder. "Barney…" He heaved gasping again, "I can't…"
"Clint, run, now." Barney grumbled shortly grabbing his little brothers arm and hauling him on, "Do I have to remind you what they do to you?!"
"They gave me… money a… job… friends, family…" Clint seethed passionately stopping again.
"They also hit you when ever you missed a shot, they teased you, they laughed at…"
"I know!" Clint bellowed. For the sixteen years of seeing Clint, from a baby to a toddler, to an odd child, to a solitude teenager; he had never seen him like this. He was sweating, bleeding and on the verge of tears, all he knew of life had been thrown back in to his face and he couldn't deal with it, "Please Cli-"
"Leave me alone!" He growled, pain now clearly visible in his eyes, Barney began to get impatient with his little brother, "Clint! We move now!"
"I… No!" Clint shouted wildly, leaning back on a low wall.
"I'm your brother, your real family!" Barney approached and hauled Clint upright.
"You were never a good one though…"
"What!" Barney howled like a wounded animal.
"You were never there, you could take me away from the problems but you could never face them. You never let me be, I was…Happy!"
"Happy. You were happy when they hit you, ehh!" Barney grabbed his brothers collar tight, "You know what, I was never happy, for you…" With a grunt of disapproval Barney realised his grip and watched cold-hearted as his brother slithered to the ground, whimpering and hand uncurling from his precious bow.
"Why did I even bother trying, you little bastard."
Clint's face flushed with anger and he leapt to his feet and without thought he began to attack Barney's turned back with the savageness of a bear, but the weak, emotional screams of a child. With a swift movement and more onslaughts of searing pain, Clint was left in the dirt of a side street lost, hurt and shadowed from the passing world.
And his mind flashed to the nights of pain and beatings at the orphanage, the circus and now from his own brother. Before the sixteen year olds world was plunged in to darkness.
Clint grunted heavily as he attempted to shift, he was aware of the chatter and movement of footsteps and suddenly it seemed as the darkness had finally retreated from the on going armies of light. He gasped in a greedy gulp of air, musky but ultimately like paradise to his lungs, before he could indulge in another breath a harsh, dry cough rippled through his throat piercing daggers in his neck and causing him to curl in on himself in to a protective ball.
"Breath, steady now!" Loud, the voice was too loud, Clint thought as his head pounded with sudden noise.
He obeyed as easily as he could and steadily drew in another few breaths before cracking open his lids to reveal a pristine white room littered with nurses and a doctor. "Ok, now my lad, how are you feeling?" The doctor stepped foreword holding up a list of notes.
"I'm not your lad." Clint rasped irritably, "And I'm leaving now!" Clint muttered, heaving himself weakly up and before he knew it he was a crumbled, heaving, shaking wreak on the floor. "Come on now…"
"No!" Clint bellowed as loud as his throat would allow and let out a well aimed punch that collided with the doctors upturned nose. As the doctor reeled back Clint's mind settled in a moment,
"We get outta' hospitals, as soon as possible, boy. They charge you, ya see and for us folk, that's tough." Trickshot's face swam in to view as she pulled Clint up.
With a few groans and involuntary gasps, Clint was on his feet and leaning heavily against a wall, but making progress to the exit, slow, but progress. Just as he was in reach of the door he was restrained by two strong hands and pushed against the wall, police… Clint's mind whirred, under the dull thud of pain, "Stay still, do not move!" He began, "These people are trying to help you, you are not well."
"I am well enough." Hissed Clint trying to fix his gaze to the policeman's eyes.
"What is your name?" He asked and without a reply repeated the phrase.
"I heard you the first time and I am not telling you." Clint smirked pulling finally loose of the policeman's grip, "I ain't stupid."
"No, Who did this to you?" The policeman tried.
"Look, Sergeant Bobby or whatever your name is. I am fine. I am leaving. Goodbye." Clint rammed past the policeman with bleary vision and felt feint once more.
"Come on, lad." Then the policeman reached out and touched the boys shoulder. The shoulder they hit, the shoulder to say he had to shot again and not miss. Involuntary Clint reacted with a strong fist to the policeman's face. He reeled back and was dazed, but by the time he'd got his bearings a semi-conscious Clint was restrained on the room floor, cursing and hollering, kicking wildly in the process.
"You calm down. Now. You are in custody!"
Clint forced open his lids, he was in a small room and he was suddenly claustrophobic. Like a caged bird, that was meant to be flying free.
End Of Chapter
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