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Hi, guys, I know it has been a really long time, but I've been in a bit of a slump. This is a bit of a filler chapter, and I really need you guys' advice. Should Clint save his family directly, or should the rest of the team, I have a little bit of an idea for each one, but I don't know which one to use. Life has gotten soooo busy so I'll do my best but I still can't promise any updates on a schedule.
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Because it is too late, or too early, not sure, it is 1:30 a.m, on with the story!
Inside the house, Clint continued to frantically search for his family. Looking behind every nook and crevice calling out as he goes. He could feel the smoke getting to him. He was becoming dizzy and disoriented, barely able to walk without stumbling. Suddenly, he found himself with his face next to the floor, and an unpleasant tingling sensation in his hand. That isn't right, he realized looking over to see the flames dance around his hand. Quickly snatching his hand from the flames, he used years of training to block out the pain assaulting his fingers. I need to hurry, he realized, if this is my state after being in here a few minutes, Laura and Lila don't have much longer. Nor does Cooper if he didn't make it out. He suddenly felt a wave guilt wash over him, he should have never left Cooper, he should have made sure he got out in time, was it worth the risk to go back for him now. Clint tried to stand up but ended up just aggravating his hand, causing him to collapse back onto the floor. Thinking about his family, Clint let the darkness take him.
Laura Barton knew that her husband's line of work was dangerous, she knew her life was dangerous. She knew fear, she felt it every time it was Nick Fury or Phil Coulson who greeted her at the door instead of her husband, she felt it every time he walked out the door, not knowing if he would be coming back home. But never, had she ever felt so afraid, cradling her daughter close to her chest, knowing she had no way out, this is the end, Clint can't save us this time, she thought, scolding herself for the negative thoughts. They had gotten lucky, there wasn't much smoke near them, they were trapped by furniture in between a dresser and a window, the window was locked, she couldn't open it, but the furniture kept the smoke out. Everything inside of her wanted to let go, to give to the lull of unconscious, but she held on. She held on for her little girl unconscious in her arms, she held on for her son who she prayed had found a way out of the house and was waiting for someone to find him, to help him, she held on for her husband who risked everything so she could have her shot at happiness, who was willing to give up his life as a superhero for their family. She held on for Clint Barton who was finally learning to trust again, who's unmovable walls were finally beginning to come back down, who was finally learning to trust himself. She held on because if she didn't, the man she loved, the man who had lost too much, would finally have lost everything, and she didn't think he could take losing anymore.
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Yes, I know this is like really ridiculously short, but please let me know, should Clint wake up and save his family, or should the team save them?
Until Next time!