HetaRussia here, with another story. But this one is focused on Clint and Loki. This one is based off me DA account and my Warrior account. But Mostly because I haven't seen any of these. Enjoy
"Coulson Shield Agent and loyal friend"
Clint stared down at the grave, he still couldn't believe that he was gone. True he never truly knew the man but he did know he was a good man and he was killed by a sick twisted man. Clint balled his hands into fist gritting his teeth angerily, Coulson didn't deserve to die, he was a good man.
And yet Loki had to kill him! And he did it out of cold blood! Loki...just thinking of that name enraged Clint, he loathed Loki...no, there wasn't a word that was strong enough to describe his hate towards the trickster. He controlled his mind, he made him hurt others, he made him take the lives he was suppose to protect.
It made Clint grow furious. He wanted Loki dead. And he wanted it to be by his hand! He wants his arrows dripping with Loki's blood, he wanted to see the man begging to be sparred, but Clint wouldn't allow him to live. No. He would torture Loki, until the man was broken and until he felt satisfied with how Loki jumps at every little thing.
Especially after what he did to Natasha. The simple fat he came at her enraged him. There is no way he would let Loki live with spooking Natasha. She was everything to him and he would protect her till the day he dies. With one last longing look Clint touched the headstone and said "Don't worry Coulson...your death will be avenged. Just let that fool show his face around here. And S.H.E.L.I.D will have his head." he said.
He let his hand linger before it dragged off the marble headstone. Clint knelt down and placed the flowers down that he had bought from a shop that was near closing but was able to by a few, saying it was for a grave, onto the grave and turned to leave. As he began making his leave the gloomy sky then began to darken as thunder rumbled in the skies. Funny, after joining S.H.E.I.L.D Clint couldn't look at storms the same way anymore, not after meeting Thor.
He didn't think it was possible for anyone to control lighting and thunder...then again Thor wasn't just anyone. He figured being from Asgard gave him those abilities. Clint sighed and decided it best to just head back to the Tower. But Clint also wanted to be alone, he always got that feeling after visiting Coulson. So he settled on getting a coffee before heading back to Starks Tower.
With that in mind he began walking to the nearest Starbucks. As Clint made his way up the shop, he could see with in the glass doors that the place was packed "Even in this weather the shop is full..." he said under his breath smiling, he was glad to see that everyone was getting back to normal life, after three months having pass from Loki's invasion.
When he left the shop he had left with a bag of pastries and a cup of coffee in hand and to his horror it was pouring! Thunder rattled the windows of buildings and streaked across the sky as rain slapped at himself and everything around him. "Ugh...the one time I don't bring a umbrella. JARVIS told me it was going to rain...why didn't I listen!" Clint growled and broke into a run. It was terribly dark and he looked down at his watch and noticed it was noon, yet it resembled night. He huffed and began to jog.
He wanted to get the tower before he too soaked. To his luck he could already see the huge tower that everyone calls ugly, yet its his new home and he was thankful that it was there. He rounded the corner and darted up the block, he liked that the tower was seconds away, he could then get warm and eat the pastries and drink his coffee while reading or watching a movie. He darted into the ally taking a shortcut, but he was met with an obstacle. There where a couple of homeless men at the end and they sat near a burning trashcan with a knife and a stick, the one with the stick was poking at a black object lying on the ground in-between them.
"Do you think its edible?"
"It looks that way, but there isn't much but bones...heck if I didn't know better I'd say it was just bones."
"That's fine we just have to skin it well, and we could use its fur to make socks or something...and the bones should be grounded up..."
"We could also eat its brains and liver..."
"Yeah, lets do that."
So it was a living thing, that sat in the middle of them, Clint knew they were hungry, not just by their words but it showed in their voices, the fast talking, the quick planning that spilled from their lips. These men must be desperate. Clint slowly approached the men "What's this talk about skinning?" he said walking up when he was close enough to the men they leapt up to hide their prey "Oh well, if it isn't Hawkeye..." The men looked at him, scared.
"We...We didn't mean any harm. We were just looking for food..." they said nervously yet they kept their ground. Clint stepped closer his eyes narrowing "What are you hiding?" he asked. The men stayed silent, Client stepped closer and one of them men blurted out "W-We found a cat...it wasn't moving so..." Clint pushed them aside stepping forward and he could make out the figure of a cat, it was lying on its side with its eyes closed, and then the lighting flashed lighting up the entire ally.
The cat was laying on its side, rope was wrapped around its muzzle tightly, the string had buried itself into the creatures flesh, its lips were sewn shut, its front and back legs were littered in scars, blood coated the black fur, but what disturbed Clint the most was that the cat was a skeleton with fur, the entire structure was sunken, the bones were visible in its torso and hips Clint could easily wrap his hand around it and lift its end up.
The cat was starved.
It was emaciated!
It remind Clint of those cats that the Animal Cops would find in a house that belonged to a cat hoarder and they say it wont make it. Client turned to the men "Did you do this?" he asked. The men said nothing. Clint was now furious "Answer me...did you do this!?" he snarled through clenched teeth the men shook "N-No...we would never do this to a cat." one of the homeless men said.
Clint wasn't buying it. It didn't make sense to him "So you wouldn't do this to it but you would skin it?" he said coldly. The men looked hurt "It's dying anyway, but we honestly found it this way." They were being truthful and Client could feel it. But there was no way he would let they have the cat, if it could be saved. "There is no way you are going to that cat." He looked down at the bag in his hands and sighed, he was really looking forward to the scones he bought.
"Take these instead." he said offering the bag to them. "Are you sure?" one of the homeless men asked "Yes I'm sure." he said. The men thanked him and fled, Clint was about to leave but his eyes caught the cat once again, but what he saw shocked him, the cat that could have past for a zombie but it stood up and staggered away, clearly afraid of him.
Clint knelt down and held his hand out for the creature "Come here bubba, I wont hurt you." The cat's head turned in his direction then it's eyes widen and they locked onto Clints hand. Client looked confused and inched closer the cat, who suddenly leapt out the ally and across the street, it must have used the last of its strength for it wobbled and stumbled before landing on the floor in a heap of trash.
Clint saw this as his chance to pick it up. He took off his jacket and inched closer the cat and threw the jacket over it. As he wrapped it around the animal, the cat gave muffled yowls of protest which he ignored as he lifted it with too much ease, he could feel every bone in the animals body poking him, he felt bad for this animal, who could possibly do such a thing? He had to protect this animal! With that in mind he entered the tower.
Inside was much warmer than outside. He looked down at the creature and his eyes widen when he noticed the full extent of the wounds for the first time that the lighting hid, he almost dropped the cat with shock. "STARK! BANNER! ROGERS!" he cried out and ran over to the couch where he sat the small animal down, the feline simply fell onto its side. Clint was scared the animal wouldn't make it as he went to get a blanket and a towel, he returned only to find the animal still on it's side relieved that it hasn't budged. He takes up the animal and rubs its head and body dry.
When he doesn't hear the others he calls out once more "Its urgent!" he called. Where were they! They couldn't have left, could they? But where could they possibly go in this weather? He growled "JARVIS! Can you bring the others up here! It's very important! That they assist me!" he growled, he was now cradling the cat in his lap.
"Right away sir"
Tony was down in his basement when he got the call from JARVIS
"Sir...Sir Barton is requesting your assistance. He says its very important."
Tony pulled away from his suit "Seriously? He's just probably looking for the can opener..." he said with a smirk, drying his hands on a rag "But fine, whatever, I'm going..." he said huffing already at the stairs.
"Sir...you left the lights on..."
"Turn them off JARVIS!"
"Yes sir..."
Bruce was in his lab, scribbling down equations for a experiment "And then carry the, three and you should, seven..." he mumbled under his breath as he looked up and over at the veils "That doesn't make sense...I added everything correctly...the grams might be off." he knelt over his work once more.
"Sir Banner...Sir Barton is requiring your assistance, he says it is very urgent..."
"Okay, hold on..." he finished writing was on the pad and turned away.
"Sir, you left the burner on..."
"Can you cut that for me?"
"Yes, sir."
Steve was in his room strumming away at his guitar, he was playing the theme song to his favorite show when he heard JARVIS call for him.
"Sir...Sir Barton is requiring your assistance."
Steve looked up and nods and he exits the room and turns off the light. When the others came into the living room, they found Clint sitting on the couch with a bundle on his lap. "So why did you call us in here?" asked Tony as he crossed to the front of the couch. "I wanted to show you guys this." Clint said lifting the bundle and he walked to the table, he laid down the cloths and pulled them back revealing the black cat.
Tony and the others didn't see anything wrong at first. Tony simply glared "You wasted all our time to show us a cat that you bought?" he said clearly irritated. Clint sighed irritated also "NO, I wanted to show you that this cat is in dire need of help. Look closer." And they did.
The others eyes widen at the sight, at how emaciated the cat was, the thread in its lips and around its muzzle, the lacerations that littered its tiny frame. Tony moved closer and touched the broken body of the cat "Are these, stab wounds?" he asked. He didn't care if it was cat, this was torture in the sickest form. Doing this to a defenseless animal was wrong! Steve glared "Who would do something like that?" he asked feeling sick, he was ready to find the owner and give them a piece of his mind. "I don't know, I found it like this when I was coming home from the Starbucks."
Clint said. Tony shook his head, he turned away and washed his hands and returned to the table and checked the cat for vital signs. "Its alive, but barely." he said. Clint cursed just as Bruce entered the kitchen carrying a box of medical supplies "When did you leave?" asked Tony as he took up gloves "When I noticed the wounds..." he said softly. Steve glared at him and Tony motions the others to the other side of the table "JARVIS, turn on the main lamp over the table."
"Yes sir..."
The light flickers on and Tony begins to set to work. He tells Clint to fill a basin with warm water and get some dish soap "Dish Soap?" he asked confused looking over at the billionaire. "Yeah...it works...they use it on animals...after the oil spill." Tony said allowing Bruce to check the cats heart.
Clint did as he was told and filled it with warm water and grabbed the Dawn dish soap and headed back to them. Tony carefully lifted the cat and sat it in the water, to their surprise it didn't fight back in any form or fashion. Clint then proceeded to pour water over its tiny frame, and the cat gave no response. He did this several times until it was soaked, he then squirted a small amount of the soap into his hand, lathered and began to massage the cats fur, till it was full of suds.
He then proceeded to rise out its fur toughly. Once the cat was fully cleaned and after a quick dry, Bruce began to apply ointment to its wounds and bandages. Bruce then picked up a pair of scissors "We need to take off the thread." With that notion, Bruce brought the scissors to the cats lips, and as if sensing them the cat leapt to its paws and snarled, its ears were drawn back its back was arched as if it was going to spring at them. But as soon as it leapt up, it's eyes rolled to the back of its head swaying some before collapsing unconscious. The Avengers were spooked by the sudden outburst.
"Okay we need to act fast." Bruce said. He spread the scissors and used one end of them as a knife and began to cut the rope. The cat would whimper and its paws would kick as Bruce began to pick out the string, Clint looked down and noticed the animal was trembling greatly, he placed a hand onto its side and stroked it, in a comforting manner.
To his surprise it started to calm, and it turned its head in Clint's direction and opened its eyes to slits. Steve collected the sting pieces which was coming loose in strands and bloodied. He disposed of them and returned to Bruce's side. Which the meek scientist began to cut at the string that bounded its lips. The cat suddenly let out a loud yowl it opened it mouth behind the stitching and blood gushed down its chin as it screeched louder and its pink tongue desperately pushed against the thread. "Steve hold it down!" grunted Tony as he reached for the black feline.
The cat swiped at his hand and succeeded in clawing him, Tony hissed as Steve managed to pin the animal down. Bruce began to snip more of the string away with much struggle, but once the task was done, Steve let the cat go. The black creature instinctively licked at its lips and withered in pain "No, don't do that kitty, we need to..." Clint trailed off he was receiving a glare from the animal.
He took in the cats body, how it had it eyes, narrowed, its head dipped some and tilted to the left ever so slightly. Then the cat collapsed heavily to onto the table with a weak cry.
Loki was weak and tired he had been wandering the streets for what felt like an eternity. But things didn't seem right, buildings and people were much larger than he had remembered. Much bigger. He couldn't talk, no not anymore, his lips were bound shut so that made it difficult to ask anyone what was going on, and he couldn't eat nor drink.
He was starving and dying of thirst. He would give anything for a morsel of bread and water. His body ached and was painfully sore from the beating he had endured on Asgard before he was dropped off in this planet. Many of the people would often approach him with sad eyes and soft words, which really confused the trickster, he thought they hated him.
Yet they treated him kindly. Some would tell him its okay, and that they wouldn't hurt him. Scary thing is he believed them, but at the same time it frightened him, no one was ever kind to him and with them pitying him it made him disgusted, he was a prince! And whenever they would advance on him Loki could only run, in fear of being beaten. He would walk through the streets taking in all the smells of food around him. He pretended to have the food that was the owner of such smells in his belly.
He was currently standing in front of a shop named Starbucks. He watched people go in and out mocking him as they opened their mouths and ate. Loki started to think Odin wasn't very wise. He'd bound his sons lips and didn't think of how he could possibly eat or drink. Unless he wanted him to starve to death...then Odin was a wise man. But Loki's thoughts were cut short by a suddenly loud bang and he jumped, he looked up and his eyes widen in fear. Thunder, Loki was deathly afraid of it and so he ran and ran, but his thin body soon gave out as he dashed into an alleyway. He hit the floor with a surprisingly light thud, but he didn't think anything of it, he figured it was because of the fact he was so thin.
He closed his eyes awaiting sleep, that's all he could do was sleep. But his peace didn't last long, he heard gruff voices over him and he felt sharp jabs into his sides and stomach.
"Do you think its edible?"
Edible?
"It looks that way, but there isn't much but bones...heck if I didn't know better I'd say it was just bones."
'What are these men planning?' thought he exhausted prince.
"That's fine we just have to skin it well, and we could use its fur to make socks or something...and the bones should be grounded up..."
They were! These men were planning on eating him, Loki wanted to get up and run, but his body wouldn't listen. But something was quite odd...is usual for humans to eat other people on this planet?
"We could also eat its brains and liver..."
He had to get out of there, he needed to get away!
"Yeah, lets do that." But before any pain could be inflicted onto him, Loki heard another voice...a familiar voice.
He couldn't recall the name, but they said something that his attention, they called him...a cat? Loki was confused, how could he be cat? He heard more talking then one of the voices say "Hawkeye". That's who it was! The voice of Hawkeye, Loki had to get away, he knew that man despised him and he needed to run away! He couldn't risk going to S.H.E.I.L.D they would treat him just as bad as they did in Asgard.
But then he heard anger in Hawkeye's voice it almost sounded like cared about what has happen him almost. So after the exchange of something that smelt amazing to Loki, which made his mouth water for the longing of whatever that was, and the sound of a jacket being unzipped and the soft voice of the Avenger approaching Loki finally found enough strength to bolt out of the alleyway, and stumbled about slipping on the wet ground, in which he remembered it was raining.
Loki cried out and hit the floor with a crash landing in the garbage. He struggled up but felt something wrapped around his frame, and he was lifted as if he was a loaf of bread! Loki cried out in protest but his cries were muffled and his arms were weak. He gave in and sagged against the other exhausted. Loki closed his eyes shortly.
Loki was jolted out of his dreams, he looked around and he realized he was swamped in towels and blankets, and resting on something that felt all to familiar to a lap. But he was comfortable, he looked lazily around and recognized his surroundings he was in a living room...the living of the Man of Iron. He could tell by the large hole that he was thrashed into.
Before he could resister anything more he was bombarded by the voices of the other Avengers, the one that wore red, white, and blue came in along with the Man of Iron and another man the one Loki could only assume was the dull creature. Loki closed his eyes once more but he heard the muffled conversation somewhat, he could hear at first annoyance and the mention of the word cat he was seriously sick of being cat a cat. His personality may match that of a cat but he didn't want to be called it every freaking day! The it bed into sympathy in Man of Irons voice and he could hear anger in patriotic mans voice, as for the dull creature he didn't say much.
Loki could feel himself be lifted and was laid down onto a cold table, another thing that was beginning to drive him mad. Loki winced and did nothing to struggle, he heard mention of all his wounds and his appearance. Loki was suddenly lifted again but this time sat in something wet, he then felt warm water poured over his body. "I guess they are bathing me...I am not going to argue. I am thankful." he was being honest in his drowsy thoughts he was filthy but he found no way to bathe himself due to his fatigue. The soap smelt odd though but he wasn't picky. After being rinsed off he was laid back down on the table, he was seriously getting annoyed with being pack around. Then the talk of patching his wounds came, the ointment stung and the bandages were tight. But what caused the trickster to panic was the mention of scissors, he was deathly afraid of them along with needles due to his past. Loki began to squirm he was terrified, he then acted out of instinct, his wretched monstrous Frost Giant instincts came forth he leapt up onto the table and he wanted to scream but when he tried crying out his voice sounded foreign to him but that did stop him he leapt forward and he attacked he succeeded in hitting Tony but he then collapsed.
And he was pinned down, as the scissors cut a rope that was around...his mouth? Then Loki sensed the scissors near his mouth and he freaked out, he kicked and struggled against another firm pair of hands and he was left panting heavily.
The scissors snipped at the thread and a strand came loose, then another and another. Loki couldn't take the pain and screamed out his voice still not sounding like his own. Once the procedure was done Loki opened his mouth wide and he began to lick his lips, his tongue irritating his wound causing to shiver in pain Then Barton's voice called out "No, kitty don't-" Loki snapped his eyes open looked around before him was the Avengers and Hawkeye was the one closest, Loki smirked and then collapsed.
Okay the part towards the end Loki doesnt know he turned into a cat, all he knows is how weak he is and that the Avengers have him. Review?