Clint was falling.
Falling was nothing uncommon to the archer. He, after all, had spent a good chunk of his own life battling aliens from outer-space, general insane villainous figures who truly believed that this time, this time their plan would work, and on one particularly memorable occasion, giant mutated frogs in Central Park.
During said fights for both his life, the lives of the team he fought alongside of, the lives of others, and occasionally the lives of every single being that had ever lived, he tended to be pushed/fall/accidently-jump-off/not-so-accidently-jump-off-of numerous things. He had the impressive medical-record and array of overworked and exasperated SHIELD doctors to prove it.
This time, Clint was falling of his own accord.
More or less.
He'd jumped for the possibility of saving lives.
Both times.
He was ultimately the one who said, 'I will jump, I will let go, I will try because maybe something good will come out of it, and if not for me, then for others.'
Clint didn't just jump.
He leapt.
And now he was falling.
For you see, the funny thing about gravity is that even you're the one who says, 'I will jump' or 'I will leap', you're not going to be the one who says, 'I will fall.'
The fall is inevitable.
But while the fall is inevitable, perhaps equally as so is the inevitability of the rise.
Whether it's the rise of someone picking themselves off the ground, or if someone else is helping do so—
—whether it's the rise of a spirit leaving a body from one fall too many, in sacrifice, in cowardice, in fear, or in hope—
—or whether it's something else entirely, the rise will come.
It's a never ending cycle, of fall and rise, of rise and fall, of black and white, of dark and light, of beginning and the end, of the start and the finish, of the first breath of life, and of the inevitable grasp of death.
Clint was no exception to this rule.
Now time, as it has the same strange quirk of gravity, will move on, whether we want it to or not.
Clint leapt.
He took a chance.
And now he will fall.
And all we can do it wait for the final,
inevitable,
rise.
Short intro for long story, apologies. This took forever to get up (thank you so much, NaNo edits, thank you fictionpress, thank you school, thank you) so I thought I shouldn't wait for the first (long) chapter to be done. Thank you, and hope you enjoy the upcoming journey. The goal of this story is to leave you finishing the last chapter, closing your browser, leaning back in your chair, and maybe type a review and to say: Wow, that was freaking satisfying. May I have another? So I do hope you stick around so I can hopefully deliver.
*salutes*
-Fleet