Author's Note: Apparently I can only write angst.
It had been unbelievable. Another alien invasion, this time led by Thanos. They were hopelessly, hilariously, outnumbered.
"Cap!" shouted Tony over comms, "Cap, turn around!" Steve whipped around just in time to stop an alien from stabbing him in the back.
We're going to lose. The thought kept pounding through Clint's head, but he tried to stay focused. Focus, Clint, focus! he urged himself. Just as he started regaining confidence, a huge explosion happened.
"Shit, Bruce was in there!" Tony yelled.
"Hulk can't die, he'll be fine!" reminded Steve. Tony couldn't stop the fear, though, so he flew over to the rubble, expecting to find the Hulk. But what he found wasn't what he had wanted to find. Green body parts were all over, and there was a whole lot of blood. Oh my god. Tony was panicking.
"Guys, guys!" yelled Tony, "He… He's dead, Hulk's dead, Bruce is dead, I see his body parts, it's so bloody, he's dead, he's really dead." Tony took a shaky breath.
"Tony, stay focused!" shouted Steve. Tony felt himself shaking, but he tried to breathe. He took one more deep breath, then looked up. And a nuke hit him.
"Shit, shit, shit. Guys, Tony's gone!" said Natasha. Natasha had to keep herself focused, she had to stay focused, everything would go wrong if she didn't stay- "Clint!" She shot the alien who was about to kill Clint. "Clint, c'mon, we've got to focus," she urged. If they didn't focus, they'd die.
"But, but-" Clint couldn't breathe. "Nat-" Natasha breathed deeply.
"I know, I know, but we have to forget all that right now," she said, she would not and could not lose Clint. Clint felt like he was going to throw up.
"Tasha-" Two of their teammates were dead, dead! Everything was spinning… "Tasha!" Natasha shot two more aliens, then found a less busy place.
"Clint, sweetheart, we're going to be fine. Just stay with me, and don't do anything you wouldn't normally do. We'll kill the aliens, alright? But we need to concentrate." Clint willed himself to stay conscious.
"Hey, Clint," said Bucky, "we're a team. We'll help each other through this. Right now we need to work together and kill the aliens. Then we'll panic, then we'll grieve. Your will to fight needs to be stronger than your inability to function without them." Clint nodded, to no one in particular, then he shook the panic from his brain, and replaced it with determination. He looked out at his team. Tasha, Bucky, Steve, Sam, Thor- Clint still had people, he wasn't alone. He watched Thor whack alien after alien with his hammer, with no sign of giving in, and Clint knew he was ready to fight, that the Avengers could conquer everything. Then a building hit Thor. As Thor and the building went down, Clint could see that Thor's neck was snapped. He pushed those thoughts out of his mind, and continued shooting arrows.
"Thor's dead." Sam's voice was hard to hear through the comms, with the shouts and cries of battle.
Everything was falling. Buildings, and aliens, and maybe Avengers. Comms were out, Clint couldn't tell who was still alive, if anyone was still alive, but he kept fighting. He would fight as long as he could- Then a blinding pain shot through his stomach. Clint looked down, and saw the red spilling from his stomach. As his vision started blurring, Clint kept firing arrows. He'd kill as many aliens as he could before he died. He fell to the ground, and struggled hard to stay conscious. He dropped his bow, and looked up, he wanted to see the beautiful sky before he died.
His eyes closed just in time to see Natasha fall, she was covered in red.
(to match her hair.)