Something FrostHawk that my mind made me do...
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After that crazy son of a bitch Loki had mind controlled Clint, he haven't been the same.
He knew this.
But why admit it? He shook his head, walking toward the bar closest to Stark Tower.
He really needed a drink, then decided the one closes were too familiar with him, instead he went to one further in midtown (came there by taking the metro, people always stare at the guy with sunglasses doing midday)
Drinking away problems. Stark perfect guide for survival; and it usually worked for Clint.
Finally Clint arrived at his stop, slowly making his way to a bar.
After walking approx ten minutes Clint found a perfect place to be, he walked inside sitting down at a table.
Some thugs stared at him, like a lot. One of those 'I will kill you soon' faces, from two guys and everything. How come everyone have something against the guy who saved their asses from a freaking GOD.
Clint sighed tapping his fingers on the table, patiently... okay impatiently waiting for someone to ask him what he wanted.
Finally someone did their job and came over, a beautiful woman.
Long black hair, neat clothes and lets not talk about her damn body. Clint quickly shoved away the thoughts, no he had no intentions of dating anytime soon, if anyone it should be Natasha.
"What do you want?" The woman asked, she sounded... British? Meh. Probably just Clint's screwed up mind (Even though his mind control effects weren't bad compared to Selvig's; Guy became insane apparently. Walking around naked at Stone Hedge... I mean who would do that?!)
Clint muttered a reply and the woman went off, maybe he shouldn't have come. His head were hurting again, like a lot.
His sight seemed to flicker a slight moment before the archer felt awake again, his drink in front of him. So he had dowsed off... nice.
He started drinking, until he noticed someone sat next to him, someone who Clint swore should be in Asgard.
Damn Thor and his security. Apparently holding certain crazy people captured is a hard thing to do.
Damn right; Loki.
"Why are you here Loki?" Clint mumbled feeling bad even by just saying the name.
He didn't reply, he just stared blankly at Clint.
Hell yeah definitely crazy.
Guy ordered a drink quietly without taking his eyes off Clint.
"If you are gonna continue being creepy i'm gonna leave" Clint said sipping his drink, returning the stare.
"Don't archer" Loki replied leaning toward the table, yet he just kept staring.
"Then stop staring, if you don't i'll just leave" Clint replied removing his sunglasses.
Loki placed a little piece to paper on the table "Come here", and with that he just disappeared.
Without paying for the drink he ordered, which arrived minutes later.
Clint definitely hated Crazy Gods.
Clint sat in the metro staring at the piece of paper, it had an address on it. Should he got there? What if it were a trap, knowing Loki it probably were.
Yet the god had seemed so serious telling him to come there. So Clint were suddenly in the metro toward the address, instead of going too SHIELD.
Even though Fury had called him for a 'important' mission.
Well figuring out about Loki escaping Asgard seems important as well.
A shitty little apartment. The windows had tree covering them, and the door were locked. A note put on it saying 'Behind the house' Clint recognized it as Loki's handwriting.
Did Loki live here?
Clint shrugged walking over behind the house, trashcans shattered around the dark streets, behind the building he noticed a dim light from a cellar window.
Curiosity overwhelmed him and -by climbing a trashcan- he looked inside the window "No one's there. Definitely a trap" he mumbled to himself.
"Why would I do that?" A voice started him making him fall down the trash can onto the ground "God!" He shouted out when landing.
"Of course i'm a god Archer"
Familiar voice. WAY to familiar "Dammit Loki" he mumbled staring at the demi-god floating few feet over him, he then made himself stand down on the ground "You actually came" Loki mumbled putting out a hand for Clint, he took it and let Loki pull him up. "Of course, don't want you playing with my mind more than necessary" Clint answered, dammit Loki are tall, he had to look up to go face to face with Loki, heck the god knew this and looked down at him.
Damn gods.
"So why am I here?" Clint asked trying to stop focusing on the guy's eyes, those green enchanting eyes.
"Entertainment" Loki replied swirling his hand in air, green magic creating a door in the building. "Come in archer" Loki said smirking, walking inside the building.
"I'm not gonna comment that" Clint simply said shrugging, then followed the guy. "So you actually live here?" He asked finally seeing the inside.
He had expected something a lot more... well Loki.
The walls and floor were plain dull tree colors, there weren't much furniture but two chairs and a bed (along with doors leading to a bathroom and a kitchen, at least Clint hoped so)
"I have been here recently, Your Avenger friends haven't found me yet right?" Loki replied, with a tone of irony in his voice. Or maybe just plain old mischief?
"I doubt even a homeless would live here" Clint replied, grinning as Loki seemed harassed. "So Loki, I feel like you saying 'entertainment' you don't mean playing cards or watching TV, so I ask again; Why am I here? Or more correct; Why did you invite me?"
"You will find out Archer, for now however" Loki walked in closer "Want a drink?"
Getting drunk is fine. It is. Just ask Stark.
Getting drunk with a super villain however. That is not acceptable, especially not if you happen to be an Avenger. Not only that but the Avenger said super villain used to have under his control.
Just not something you should do.
Yet Clint sat in Loki's hideout, and instead of reporting to SHIELD he's sitting being drunk. Telling the bastard information; of course Loki exchanges it fair and square by telling Clint information as well.
Crazy son of a bitch had a plan; Clint could feel it in his stomach, either that or the fact he had been drinking too much.
Probably last one.
Loki had changed clothes in the meanwhile as they had been drinking, wearing more casual wear. (Fit since Clint haven't bothered to get any weapons nor armory before visiting the god of mischief. Great idea Clint)
Loki however had shown no traits of thread to Clint, he simply sat there listening too whatever Clint let out.
Apparently the information during mind control haven't been about SHIELD. But just targets for getting the Tesseract staple.
"Loki been wondering something" Clint mumbled out loud, not thinking of the question he wanted to ask. "Are you still in my head?" He spat out staring right into Loki's green eyes.
Damn those eyes. They gleamed of no emotions what-so-ever; Loki had a great way of hiding stuff he didn't want people too know.
Thought Clint did know that from the time as his 'ally'.
"Why would I be that Barton?" Loki replied staring intensely at Clint. "You got hit in the head; Apparently it worked well for us both" Last part came out as a low hiss that Clint shouldn't have heard, but he did. "I'm bored"
Never tell god of Mischief you are bored.
THE END.
Okay naaa... I'm making more owo
Just going to leave dis lil' thing here.