Avengers Re-Assemble.
Firstly thanks so much for the follows, favourites and reviews - it's so motivating and I'm glad you're liking this.
I've changed the title to: Avengers Re-Assemble (seems more fitting!)
Also - with (SPOILERS) half of the team gone, it seems like the perfect opportunity to introduce characters from Agents Of Shield, Other Marvel Films, Netflix Marvel and even never before seen characters (*cough cough* Captain Marvel!). All in good time though!
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Chapter One:
Clint swallowed the eggs, before taking a sip of the hot coffee. Any other time it would've burnt his mouth but lately he lost the ability to feel. He was stuck. He knew that despite his feelings and urges to grab his arrows and kill whoever was responsible ten thousand times - it wouldn't be that simple. In his line of work, it never was. So he had to wait. Sit and wait for anyone to come here. He was the last resort, that was a part of the deal he made. If things ever got bad, beyond bad, his safe house would become their safe house. It had been two days - precisely forty nine hours - since his family vanished and he saw on the news how it happened all over the world. So, he knew he had to wait for the Avengers or SHIELD (whatever was left of them) to come to his doorstep. The last people he expected were the ones sitting in front of him.
"You falling in love with me or something?" Scott commented, noticing how Clint was staring at him. Scott showed up, alongside with a distraught Hope and his daughter, Cassie, who was equally distraught. Several hours later they learned of what had happened to Clint and he learned how Hope's father, Scott's best friend and ex wife all vanished.
"Nah, you're a bit on the small side." Clint responded, smiling lightly, which felt like an effort in itself. He sighed, pushing his plate away and running a hand through his hair. Before Scott and Hope knocked on his door, it hit him. All he could remember were flashes of him screaming, sobbing and eventually, picking up a shaver and cutting his hair on the sides. Something petty like hair, but it felt like getting ready to kill for him.
Hope cleared her throat as she pushed Clint's plate back towards him. "You need to eat - both of you do." She told him.
"Hey-" Scott said, looking over at Clint. "-thank you for letting Cassie stay in...y'know-"
"-Don't." Clint cut him off. "You would've done the same, so she can stay in Lila's room-"
"-Until we get her back." Hope told him, clearing her throat. "Until you get all your kids back and your wife."
Scott dropped his fork on the table, making her look at him sternly. "How we gonna do that? Cassie's mother turned to ash right in front of her. Clint's lost his entire family and your Dad - the one person who would probably figure this out..." He paused, seeing her close her eyes and tense up. "I'm sorry."
"Who are we expecting to come here?" She asked the both of them. "We need to make a list of potential contacts and once we know if they're still here or not, then we can figure out numbers. Then-" She leaned back, crossing her arms. "-we're gonna find out who's responsible. And how to reverse it. There's a way and I don't give a shit what either of you say. You've both lost people and that's gonna make you dangerous to the right people." She stood up, picking up her empty plate and coffee mug. "And I've lost people too, so that makes me just as dangerous as you." She walked over to towards the sink, placing her dishes down before turning around to see the both of them still looking at her. "What?"
"Nothing... She does have an average-ly average punch." Scott commented.
"Wanna test that theory?"
"I wouldn't wanna embarrass you." Scott replied, turning back towards Clint. "So - who do we need?"
"We need to get in contact with Pepper Potts - we don't know if Tony is alive, but he's a cat with nine lives."
Scott frowned, tapping the table several times. "I meant-"
"-I know what you meant. But we need someone here to protect Cassie and if we find any other kids or vulnerable men, women, whatever - we bring them back here and keep them safe." Clint explained, pushing his chair back and standing up. "Then we're gonna re-assemble whoever we've got - find some new people and figure out what the hell is happening."
"It's not permanent." Hope agreed, shaking her head. "I mean, we know it's aliens? By what was the News-"
"-Look, I've dealt with flying aliens, over assured Gods and floating countries." Clint commented, placing his hand on his pocket where he could feel the outline of Laura's ring. "I doubt there's anything that anyone can throw at me which is gonna surprise me."
"He's got a point." Hope said, "Few months back we were dealing with someone called Ghost."
"Ghost because she walked through walls like a..." Scott started to say, before trailing off from the look on Hope's face.
"Point is -" Clint started to say before they all froze in the place by a knock on the door. Scott instantly stood up, walking over by Hope. Clint grabbed a knife off the bench behind him before making his way towards the front door. He glanced behind to see that they followed him, "If it's bad - go small and kick some ass." They both nodded in agreement, taking a slight step back.
Clint inhaled sharply, flipping the knife in his hands and preparing himself to attack - if necessary. He unlocked the door and opened it, half expecting Natasha or Nick Fury to be standing there, but was greeted by a woman in what looked like a SHIELD suit, similar to the one Natasha used to wear.
"Who the hell are you?" Clint asked her, keeping his knife hidden behind the edge of the door. He noted the gun which was on her side holster.
"Are you the Katniss guy?" She asked, in a slight husky voice. She was taller than Natasha, with shoulder length dark hair and dark eyes to match. Clint noticed a bruise on the side of her face. When he didn't respond, she folded her arms and sighed. "Arrowman?"
"Depends whose asking-"
"-Okay, chill out. I got sent here to help." She responded, raising an eyebrow and looking at Scott and Hope who stood behind Clint.
"They couldn't send you anywhere else?" Clint asked, narrowing his eyes at this stranger.
"Well they sent me to the future because Earth was apparently destroyed by me, but I got set up by Aliens - I think your little Avengers band might know something about it - because, this? It gets worse." She sighed, taking a step forward. "My name's Daisy Johnson and I got sent here-"
"-By who?"
Clint heard a man clear his throat before stepping into view next to Daisy. "By me." Coulson said, smiling cheerfully. He paused noting the look of shock on Clint's face, before looking at Daisy. "He thinks I'm dead - surprise(!)".