Disclaimer: I don't own the Avengers.
Welcome to Deathstrike! Our characters include Crimson Cowl/Justine Hammer, Bullseye/Ben Piondexter, Daredevil/Matthew Murdock, The Enchantress/Amora, Quicksilver/Pietro Maximoff, Scarlett Witch/Wanda Maximoff, and Darkstar/Laynia Petrovna. All original Marvel characters.
Chapter One
"SW, QS, and DS. Who are they?" Tony asked Natasha while the team waited in the waiting room of the New York hospital. The doctors took Clint back there about seven hours ago. None of them but Banner, the doctor, had heard a word since.
"I do not know." She answered, eyes darting to the operation room. "Did it hit anything vital, Doctor?"
Banner shook his head. "Hit his small intestine just right. A little more in and it would require a transplant, but since it didn't, he's fine. A person can live normally without part of their small intestine."
"Bullseye. What's his connection?" Steve questioned.
"Bullseye is the best marksman in the world. I'm guessing he shot Clint. The two have a feud as old as Clint's career. Yet, why he didn't deliver a kill shot I do not know." Natasha answered, staring at the wall.
"Did you call those people?" Tony questioned.
Natasha nodded. "They all went to voicemail. None gave their full names or even aliases. It was an automatic voice so I couldn't even tell what gender they were. Clint had them listed as that too."
"So we have three mysterious people and Bullseye. Why are all of Clint's enemies coming back?" Tony asked more to himself.
"Good question." Steve mumbled, deep in thought.
"I'm betting Bullseye wanted to take-"
"Hel-" Natasha answered Clint's cell phone only to be cut off before finishing her first word.
"Man, what the hell? Why are you calling me up about that idiot? I couldn't even get through the voicemail without having the desire to blast my phone with an automatic." A male voice asked irritably.
"Who are you and how do you know Clint?" Natasha questioned.
"Who are you and why do you have my friends phone?" The male voice replied.
Banner fanned her, Tony, and Steve to go out in the hall and listen on speakerphone. Natasha nodded and left to go out into the hall, the other two on her heels. Once out of anyone's earshot, she pressed the speaker button. "I'm his partner, who are you?"
"Barbara? It's Pietro. Clint called." The male's voice said, confused.
"Barbara" Tony mouthed.
"His ex-wife." Natasha mumbled.
"This is Natasha, he and Barbara split about five years ago." The Russian said, rolling her eyes. She really didn't care for Clint's blonde ex-wife.
"Natasha who?" The male questioned.
"His partner."
"No shit. Do you work with him at S.H.?" The male asked.
"Yes. Who are you and how do you know Clint?" Natasha growled, having the sudden yet common urge to kill someone. Namely this male friend of Clint's.
"Names Pietro and until you give me a last name, I'm not telling you mine. So, Ms. Natasha, we seem to be at a drawl. I want to know something and so do you. So, tell me why you left me a voicemail about something only Clint, myself, and a few others should know and I'll give you my last name."
"Clint was shot. He said to call SW, DS, and QS." She stated.
"QS? God, he still is a smartass. Who shot him? Is he okay?" Pietro asked with light concern. He highly doubted his old friend was dead, so he must be fine.
"Bullseye and yes. He'll be fine."
Pietro snorted. "Bullseye wouldn't let him be fine without a motive."
"And what is that motive because lately dear Hawkeye has been hiding things from me and our team." Natasha grumbled, putting Clint in second place for people to interrogate then maybe kill.
"Our little Hawkeye?" The man laughed. "Of course he's hiding things from the Avengers. You're all high and mighty, of course he's hiding things. It's what we do. What we did. We hid things from the superheroes who wrote us off as rejects."
"And who is we?" Natasha questioned, glancing at Steve and Tony who were frowning. Tony looked mildly offended while Steve looked concern.
Pietro chuckled. "Wouldn't you like to know. Too bad, until I find out what Clint was talking about, no one besides me, him, and two others are going to listen."
Natasha grit her teeth. "I'll make a deal with you, Pietro. You tell me who you are, full name and code name, and I'll tell you mine."
"Sounds intriguing, yet I already know your name. Natasha Romanoff aka, Black Widow." Pietro stated.
"And you would be…"
"Fine, I'll play nice. Clint always yelled at me for being too verbally vicious. My name is Pietro Maximoff. Figure my alias out yourself. What hospital is Clint at?" Pietro asked.
"Quicksilver." Tony mumbled.
"Vincent's hospital in Manhattan. Your alias is Quicksilver. QS." She stated, testing Tony's knowledge.
"Congratulations, Iron Man, or should I say Tony Stark. Now, if you wish to keep Hawkeye as your comrade, I highly suggest backing out of this. Now. This is between me, Clint, Bullseye, and few others. None of you need to be in this, and none of you should be in this. This is the old life catching up with us." Quicksilver hissed.
"Doesn't work that way, Maximoff. How is your sister, Wanda? She is engaged to Vision, isn't she? Yes, I heard about that. You know, Wanda's name is Scarlet Witch. SC. So who is DS?" Tony questioned, making his teammates stare at him.
Silence.
"I don't trust you, Mr. Stark, and you don't need to know any of that. I'm coming up to the hospital with Wanda. We're going to talk to Clint, and then the four of us will settle this. Then, we'll go our separate way, and Hawkeye can go back to fighting with the Avengers. Until then, be ready to remain in the dark."
With that, Pietro hung up the phone.
"I'm going to kill him." Natasha growled, going to meet a certain blond women on the bottom floor.
Steve watched her leave before glancing at Tony. "Who is he? Quicksilver or Hawkeye?"
Tony shrugged. "Probably both."
"That's it, Ben. No more." A twenty-two year old Clint growled.
"And where the hell are you going to go, Robin Hood?" Benjamin Piondexter hissed.
"Somewhere far away from Matt, Justine, Amora, Deathstrike, and mostly you. This was insane. We should have never attempted to steal those jewels!" Clint yelled, glaring at the man he had been best friends with for four years.
"But we did, and if you even think Matt or I will let you walk out of here alive, you're sadly mistaken." Ben said, pulling out one of his shuriken.
Clint grabbed an arrow and knocked it. "And you're an idiot if you think I'd let you kill me."
Ben smiled coldly. "Well, old pal, we seem to be at a draw."
"Seems like." Clint mumbled.
"So, either you can quit this little guilt trip, or die." Ben said slyly.
"Or I can walk out of here alive." Clint said, backing up. He listened closely for any sign of Matt, Justine, or Amora.
"I don't think so." Ben said, carefully adjusting the shuriken in his hand.
"I think so." Clint said, stopping in his tracks. He needed to leave to where Pietro, Wanda, and Laynia had the getaway cars. He'd jump in Barbara's slick black Mercedes and let her drive them to St. Louis where they had new jobs as carnies.
Ben shook his head and threw the shuriken at Clint. Clint easily twisted out of the way and let three arrows fly before Ben even had his second weapon out. The first arrow flew by his old friends head as a warning, the second pierced Ben's left shoulder, the other went into his left elbow. Ben yelled and grabbed his shoulder, leaving his elbow exposed and bleeding.
Clint frowned and kept an arrow knocked. "Adios, old friend."
"This isn't over, Barton. I'll come back when you least expect it." Ben growled, watching him leave.
"I'm sure you will." Clint mumbled, jumping into Barbara's black Mercedes and letting her speed off. "I never want to see any of them again."
Barbara smiled. "Amen."
Tell me what you think. This is about 20 pages on word when I started chapter six which I am working on now. It's longer than Carson's and has less Avengers due to the challenge. Don't worry, they all come back. Now, chapter two holds a BIG surprise.