I do not own Captain America.
Or any of my Avengers. *cough* I mean the Avengers.
Top Secret
The fugitive Steve Rogers was closing in on him.
Rumlow and his crew closing in on him.
Birds in the sky. Soldiers on the ground.
Bullets in the air.
Oh and yeah. Arrows.
Carefully chosen and precisely aimed, somehow were missing the advancing super soldier by mere centimeters.
"Thought you never missed, Barton!"
Clint didn't even bother to flinch at the harsh rasp that was Rumlow's pissed off voice barking at him through his earpiece.
"Yeah," he replied evenly. "Must having an off day."
Runlow did not sound amused.
"Well, start hitting him or I'll put an arrow through you myself!"
Clint nocked another arrow with an even pragmatism.
"If you insist."
The ravine was narrowing, behind him a culvert that emptied out into the D.C. forest beyond.
If Cap made him it past him, got up to running speed, he might disappear and become even harder to engage.
And Clint Barton didn't like being on the ground. He worked better from high up.
But he had a job to do. A mission to complete.
"Barton, Steve Rogers is a fugitive from S.H.I.E.L.D. Stop him. Dead or alive."
And Clint was a good soldier.
"Get out the way, Barton!" Steve shouted at him. "I'm not stopping!"
Neither am I.
"You can't escape, Cap."
"I'm not your enemy, Clint!"
And the Hawk met his hit with a good old tackle and roll.
Landing atop The First Avenger.
Earpiece somehow falling away.
Leaving them, for a few fleeting seconds, mic-less.
Isolated.
Just the two of them.
"I said you can't escape Rogers," Clint repeated, low. "Not while they've got that tracking device embedded in your suit."
Steve Rogers stared up at him in disbelief.
Clint allowed himself a wry grin.
"S.H.I.E.L.D patch. Now hit me."
Steve's brow furrowed.
"What?"
Come on, Captain Super Serum.
"Hit me so you can escape. I can't join you on your little Escape From L.A., man. Commitments."
Steve's eyes harden as he paused, absorbing this new informstion.
And then headbutted Clint to the ground.
Owww, punch, dammit, punch.
But he was gone.
Rumlow, however, was just arriving.
"What the hell, Barton?! What were you doing?!"
Hawkeye rose slowly, one hand pressed to his bruising forehead.
Completing my mission.
"He got away."
And he did.
Infinity War Thursday night first showing tickets! Whooo!
Ahem, I mean this a scene the Russos wanted to film for The Winter Soldier but just couldn't fit into the movie scheduling. So I did! ;)
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