Is there a song called that or something? Cause I recognize the words. I dunno... I just liked the sound of the title, so there it is. Anyway, I got this from a prompt (in my creative writing club) and it's 'time'. This is what I came up with.

I do not own The Avengers, no matter how much I wish I do.

As I Set the World on Fire

Clint stared at the man in front of him. He was dressed in casual jeans and a college sweatshirt, but Clint had no doubt that he was dangerous. The gun the man was pointing at him, point blank, was proof of that.

"C'mon, Justin." The archer said calmly, holding his hands up in a nonthreatening way. He glanced at his watch. 6:54:02 blinked at him, steadily climbing. He had a little less than six minutes until the building blew up. "You don't want to do this. I know you don't." Justin Holbrook was an old Shield agent. After Clint had killed his partner while under Loki's control, he defected. He was now apart of AIM, or Advanced Idea Mechanics, and this building was one of AIM's headquarters. Clint had been sent in to set the bombs that would detonate at 7:00:00 pm.

"How do you know what I want?" Holbrook yelled angrily. His hand shook, but he steadied it with his other. "If you knew what I wanted, you wouldn't have killed Patrick!"

6:55:16

"I know." Clint said, attempting to step closer to the exit. Holbrook didn't seem to notice. "But that wasn't me. That was Loki."

6:56:20

"It may have been Loki's control, but it was your aim. Your body. Your skill. Your arrow." Holbrook hissed, his hands no longer shaking. "And-"

Holbrook stopped mid-sentence when he saw Clint shift closer to the door again. He fired a warning shot over Clint's shoulder, shattering the glass of a window.

"Don't move!" He shrieked. Clint stood still.

6:57:48

"You're mad, Justin." Clint said. He needed to get out. "We can help you."

6:48:01

"You mean help me blow up this building?" Holbrook's voice was scathing.

6:58:15

Clint froze. Holbrook was smarter than he appeared. He glanced at his watch again.

6:58:23

"Well tough luck." Holbrook said, smiling widely. He truly was mad. "If I and the building go down, you're coming with us. No one is making it out of this alive."

6:59:04

Holbrook's arm lowered slightly as he whipped around, blue eyes flashing, and fired off several shots into the darkness when something rustled. That was when Clint moved.

The blonde darted forward and wrapped a muscular arm around the other man's neck. He jerked backward, turning, and slammed Holbrook into the wall, grappling for the gun. The gun roared, and Holbrook cried out. Clint's sharp eyes caught the darkening blue of the man's jeans. The bullet had hit Holbrook's leg.

Clint clutched the gun in his hand as he raced for the door.

6:59:57

The agent flung the door open, starting down the steps.

6:59:59

He lunged forward into a sprint as he touched concrete.

7:00:00

The bomb went off, illuminating Clint in a red glare as flames billowed from the building, the force sending Clint flying. He landed in a roll, standing up silently and making his way toward another building at the end of the street. He walked proudly, though limping slightly.

7:01:17

So what'd you guys think? I like it for how fast I wrote it. The inspiration just piled up and then... boom! Finished one-shot in about thirty or forty minutes. By the way, this is a one-shot (as I just said). Don't hesitate to review, though! :)