Xanadu
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from the Avengers universe they are the property of their creator and only any O.C's that I create for this story are mine. As such I do not make any money from this or any other story that I write on this site.
A/N: I started this story a couple of years back and it has sat on my computer collecting proverbial cyber dust ever since. I had thought not to put up any new stories until I had finished some of my other stories but sometimes uploading new stories help me finish off my old ones and am hoping this will happen this time.
Hawkeye is one of my favourite characters in this fandom and despite the way this story will end up going, getting quite dark in places but I tend to do that with characters that I really like. So if Hawkeye whump is not your thing then turn back now!
Summary: After the battle of New York, things do not go well for Clint. He is arrested and imprisoned for his part in 'helping' Loki attack Midguard and then is thrown out of shield. His punishment following his arrest is to help to rebuild the city and he is inserted with a microchip so that shield can keep an eye on his activates as well as it keeping him a virtual prisoner in New York as he is not allowed to leave the city along with making sure he obeys the other restrictions on his day to day living.
Clint thinks that life cannot get worse but his life is about to get oh so worse. Might be a happy ending at the end of this or there might not be.
Clint coughed as he woke and leaned over the side of the cheap lumpy bed, reaching for a bottle of water that he kept just by the side of it, in a vain hope to clear the dry bitter taste that seemed to have taken permanent residence each morning in his mouth.
Taking a mouthful he grimaced as he swallowed the stale water, he found it disgusting but it was better than the taste he had woken up with in his mouth. Screwing the lid back on the bottle he then placed it back by the front leg of the bed, before leaning back trying to clear the his mind of the last residue of sleep, he had to be up soon and he hoped he could grab some food, before he left for yet another back breaking day toiling in the ruined streets of Manhattan.
Clint groaned softly to himself as he stretched his aching muscles, they were still sore from the previous day's activities and covered his eyes with his arm, as he contemplated how another night spent in this uncomfortable bed had not done much to ease the tension, and soreness in his muscles but there had been little he could do bout easing the soreness.
Realising with a groan that it was just not his muscles that ached but also his eyes, and his head was pounding with an evil throb. He would have loved to have taken a hot shower to ease some of the pain he was feeling but the dingy one roomed apartment that he now inhabited did not have the luxury of a hot shower, in fact it did not have the luxury of a shower at all.
Thinking back to the days following the attack on New York, Clint grimaced as he thought about his arrest and imprisonment and his subsequent apparent release from the prison to his existence now as one of the condemned and one of the most despised, thanks to the damn council, men in the whole of New York if not the world.
The battle for New York was over, the Chitauri horde had been smashed, driven back but only just and at a price, a lot of people were dead. The Avengers along with Clint had taken a little down time before reporting back to Fury and was now hours after the fighting had ended reporting back to the one eyed pirate and his crew.
As they had entered the base at New York Clint could see several agents waiting for them and he assumed that they would be in debriefing for quite a while, if the looks on the faces of the agents were anything to go by.
Recognising one of the agents at the front Jasper Sitwell, Clint possibly because of his tiredness, was taken unaware as the man stepped forward two other agents on either side of him blocking the archer in, segregating him from the Avengers. Sitwell held a pair of handcuffs in his hand and as he stopped in front of Barton he had snapped them on his wrists.
Natasha had stepped forward only to be stopped by Fury who had joined them.
"Stand down Agent Romanov," Natasha stared at Fury debating on whether to obey him or not.
Fury gave a minute shake of his head, undetected by many but not by her.
Romanov had stepped back, away from Clint but he had see the look of fury that had passed through her eyes, at what was happening.
Clint had been swiftly removed from the scene and placed in a cell, the agents who had placed him there had not been gentle with him. Not that he had expected them to be, they had lost friends and colleagues in the attack on the hellicarrier.
His trial, if it could have been called that, had been swift and he had been thrown out of Shield, out to the mercy of the public, his life that he had known destroyed.
Clint breathed in deeply and slowly sat up, he had a long day ahead of him.
A/N: I always do small first chapters as a taster to see if there is any interest in the story, Hope you enjoy it and hope you all had a peaceful and safe New Year.