Hi! Welcome to the story! I am not exactly sure how this story will go, the summary is just what I have in mind, it is subject to change. Please keep in mind this is my first attempt at writing Fanfiction, so it may not be great.
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Disclaimer - Unfortunately, I don't own Hawkeye, the Avengers, or anything to do with Marvel except for a few figurines!
It started off like any other day. He and the available Avengers had just stopped a arms deal, and everybody was in pretty bad shape. Tony's suit needed some repairs, Steve had a limp, and a bruised rib, Banner was still in shock from hulking out, Natasha had cuts and bruises, Thor was still on Asgard, and Clint could barely walk due to the deep gash in his left leg from debris cutting it when he fell from his perch.
Clint had been keeping an eye on his team from the roof of an old building. As he scanned the area for any threats, he saw an attacker approaching Natasha from behind, in less than a second, there was an arrow in the attacker's throat. He saw Natasha see the arrow in the throat of the attacker that she hadn't seen, and then nod in Clint's direction. But unfortunately, he can only shoot so many arrows before his perch gets discovered and he is a sitting duck. He realized his perch had been discovered when he heard the beeping of an explosive, and suddenly, he was falling. As he fell through the air, he reached out grabbing the edge of a window sill, feeling the sharp pain of a dislocated shoulder.
Of course, the rest of the team had seen the explosion, and he heard them freak out over the coms. But when he heard Steve use his real name, he responded, "I'm fine." not allowing any pain to slip into his voice. After dropping down to the ground, he caught Natasha giving him a questioning look, only she knew how good he was at making his pain. With a quick nod of his head, she was back in Black Widow mode, elegant, cold, and deadly. The team was finally starting to accept that just because he was the most human and least protected, they didn't need to be overprotective of him. It had taken a lot of sparring and completed missions for them to accept it, but it was nice, he could go back to doing his job without a fuss, and so that's what he did.
After Steve announced the completion of the mission, he suddenly felt his emergency phone ring. He felt a sense of dread, very few people knew the number, and it was for emergencies only. When he saw it was from Laura, his wife, he turned his com off. He had considered telling the team about his family, but he knew that it would only make them worry more than necessary, plus it was safer for his family if fewer people knew about the farm. He answered the call to be greeted by the sound of his wife talking frantically,
"Clint, someone is at the farm,"
"Keep an I on the kids," he said his voice barely wavering, "I'm on my way"
He felt a sense of panic come over him as he turned his com back on to a bombardment of only slightly panicked voices asking for him.
"Hawkeye, what's your position?" Steve asked with only a slight tone away from cold professionalism. That is the thing he had noticed about the great Captain America, he was professional and he got the job done, but he was never cold or cruel.
"Coming onto the rendezvous from the North East, won't be riding back with you guys though, I have something I need to do first," he replied coolly.
"Clint, what is going on?" Natacha asked sensing the unease in his voice, "Is something up?"
"I need to check on something at the farm," he replied coldly
"I'll come with you, meet me at the rendezvous."
By the time Clint got to the rendezvous, the rest of the Avengers had already gathered, seeing as they could all either fly or were positioned close to it. As he rode into the clearing on his bike, Natasha hopped on silently only saying "Let's go" before they rode off.
Steve was concerned. He had noticed the dark look in assassins' eyes and the cold tone in both their voices, immediately asking Tony to follow them in the Iron Man suit: "I don't like the look of this," he commented.
"Yeah, me neither," he heard Stark reply before taking off into the sky.
Tony took off without another word and the rest of the team prepared the jet.
A/N
Well, I will try to update the story, but I am a busy person so no promises. I know this isn't very long, and I will try to improve the length of the chapters, I just wanted to get something out there.
Constructive criticism is appreciated, but please not flat out hate, this is my first story.
If you think I should continue the story, or have any ideas, or any story prompts, let me know.
Until next time, littleREAofsunshine
