A largely built man cackled as he looked at the bodies of the agents at his feet. "Puny Agents… I thought it would take more than a few bullets to stop Shield." He scoffed and walked off into the shadows, but was visible enough for the dying blonde female agent to see the Hydra logo printed on the back of his shirt.
3… 2… 1…
Clint Barton opened his eyes, everything was blurry and the light from the sun blinded his eyes. For a few moments he sat there, taking everything in. Eventually, he sat up with a groan. He blinked away the dancing rays of sunlight that burned his eyes, and his vision soon came into focus. A throbbing came from the back of his head. Had he been hit? Clint rubbed the back of his head with his left hand and soon discovered a knot. He had a dazed and confused look on his face as he scoured the area around him. Somehow he had ended up in this warehouse, was it a warehouse? Then it hit him.
"Watson." He muttered under his breath, as he turned to see his female partner lying on the ground coughing up her own blood. Clint looked her over and guessed that she had been shot at least four times. Her soft blonde hair was matted down and reddened by the blood, as well as her eyes crystallized by tears. Elizabeth 'Liz' Watson was a new recruit of what was left of Shield. This was her first mission, and Clint had been put in charge to train her as well as watch over her. He himself had put in a good fight, but was taken by surprise when a vial filled with green liquid injected in his body. Then he had been hit on the back of the neck. After all Clint had Hawkeyes, not Hawkears. Yet his thoughts were shattered by Liz's voice straining to say his name. "Liz! Hey look at me!" Clint could already see the light in her eyes fading as she tried so very hard to stay awake. He tried to call in on his transmitter, but the line was dead, and so nobody responded.
"Sir, I tried so hard.. He got to you and then shot me, and I fought… But he shot me three more times, and I couldn't stop him…"
He gently hushed her, as he went over to her side. Clint took one of her hands in his and applied pressure with his other on her wound. It slowed the bleeding some, but he could feel the red liquid spilling onto his hand. The metallic smell was overwhelming.
"You did more than enough Liz. Coulson and Fury would be proud." She gave him a small smile which caused a cough to erupt from her throat. Blood splattered their hands.
"Sir-"
"Liz, My Name's Clint. And second. Don't apologize, you're dying."
"Way to keep my hopes up Clint…" She said with a small chuckle.
"Even when you're on your deathbed, the sarcasm is strong in you."
This made her laugh. He was trying to keep her mind off the fact that she was dying. So far.. He'd been doing a terrible job. Liz started choking on her own blood. Clint mentally slapped himself for being so stupid. He moved in closer and cradled her smaller body up against his own. Blood began to flow in a small stream from her mouth as she continued to cough. Clint wiped away as much as he could with his sleeve. Her eyes fluttered in an awkward-off pattern. He pulled her as close as he could get her up against him. Clint looked up to the sky as if he were begging for God to help his partner, his friend.
"Clint, Thank You." She managed to mumble as her eyes remained shut. They were silent for a few moments before she broke in with her faint voice. "Don't let them have my body." Liz said in a pleading voice. He nodded and looked at her.
"I can promise you that Liz, you know why?" Liz barely shook her head. "I'm gonna take you back home, because you're not going to die." Clint's own voice was strained as he tried to keep the emotion out of it. "You're gonna go back home to that fiance of yours, and you're gonna pop out four or five kids."
Her eyes opened and she gave a small smile, and a faint nod. Afterwards she took in one last jagged breath, and with that. She let it out, tears streaming slowly from her eyes. He could feel her body go limp, and watch the light fade from her eyes until it was gone. Clint sat in silence for a few moments, before he closed her eyes. Then he wiped up the mixture of blood and tears off her face. He took in a deep breath and stood. A sharp pain shot up his right leg, and his cry of pain echoed through the empty, broken warehouse. It caused a few birds to fly out into the light. Clint saw his bow have way across the room, he limped over to it, and slid it into the holster on his back.
Clint looked down at Liz, who was in his arms. He let out a small quieted goodbye, and kissed her forehead. He then made his way to the door, limping, and carrying the girl who would never live again.
"He's stronger than I anticipated." An older gentlemen spoke from the darkness as he replayed the scene over and over on the screen in front of him. He had every angle and it greatly pleased him. "Did the drug infect the system?" A smaller, younger man nodded his head nervously. "You did good kid, you did good… I'll make this quick." Before the young man could process the next thought to go through his head a bullet had gone straight through and scattered the screen. The old man's deep husky voice chuckled as he left the room, leaving it blazing flames.
Just a little thing I've been working on. Let me known what you all think ;)
