Hey, guys! I watches Avengers yesterday, and well...this is what happened. I OWN NOTHING! TT-TT Don't sue me.
This was hell. He was Hawkeye. He was supposed to be in control. But he wasn't. He was fighting for his life. Struggling against bonds as strong as steel. It was like he was watching himself from the outside. Watching himself do horrible, aweful things. He'd killed before, and because of his accuracy, his skill, everyone had always assumed it was in cold blood. But it never had been. He'd always had a reason. And when that reason was orders...well...he'd made his own calls on those. But he'd never once killed comrades. Never once switched sides. And now it was cold blood running through his veins. Literally bone-chilling cold. Though his consicousness seemed to be removed from his body, he could feel it, chilling, pulsing around him as he struggled.
And then he was there. Loki. The one who had taken control, wrested it out of his reach. The almost-god circled him mockingly. All the time his waxy, pale face was twisted with that aweful grin. His green eyes were cold, and unfeeling. Hawkeye realized that that must be what his eyes looked like...to the next target.
He tried not to pay attention to the circling figure of Loki, because he knew, he was positive that if he lost concentration, stopped fighting, for even a second, it would give Loki the chance to fully invade. He'd loose the thread he was hanging on to to the endless darkness. He'd loose any chance of escaping this swirling pool of madness. He'd loose control. He'd loose his life.
But then Loki was right there, leaning over his shoulder, whispering in his ear. He whispered three words. Three deadly words.
"Kill. Natashia. Romanoff."
It was an order. And this time...he couldn't make his own call.
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