Hey guys. :) So... My friend printed out all these photos of Jeremy Renner for me, and my best guy friend-I just realized-is like a young Jeremy Renner. Only thing is, he doesn't look like him and he's not an actor and his name isn't Jeremy Renner and he doesn't have like five siblings.

But I don't care. He sings well. Today he was picking up this kid to babysit him and I was like "Hey Reuben(the kid's name), did you know that he's Hawkeye?"

And Reuben says, "Who's Hawkeye? The guy with the bow and arrows?"

And my friend says, "Yeah he's the cool guy that we all love." The only way I could love my guy friend more was if he were gay. Honestly.

Clint: 3.141592654. YEAH, I DO KNOW PI! SUCKER!

Tony: I learned that before my alphabet.

Clint: Oh... Go to hell!

Tony: Aw nah, MERIDA!

Maria: Here we go again...

Reviews. They keep me alive.

Don't own Marvel...


"CRAP." Pepper slapped her hands down hard on Fury's desk, causing him to flinch a little. The papers lifted slightly up but Pepper had the most angered face, hands gripping the sides of the desk hard enough to make the wood squeak in protest. "BULLCRAP." She repeated, fiery eyed.

Fury stared at the empty space where his laptop once was, and then at the ground where his laptop was currently, smashed, ripped apart, and still fizzing with electricity. "Ms. Potts, I understand that-"

"No. Stop talking right now Fury." She managed to hold onto her angered emotions almost as well as she was holding onto the desk. "You never do anything. Sure, you defeat the villains, you fight the bad guys you save the world. But what about those other problems-this is murder we're talking about, not just random citizen murder, but one of your Avengers, Natasha Romanoff has just been murdered. So you swab for evidence, you search for fingerprints, but I never see any punishment being served. You call yourself a Director," Pepper leaned closer, lips twisted in a cross frown. "But I don't think you're doing your job."

Tony, who was standing at the door still in his Iron Man suit, broke the scary silence that echoed around the room with a "Four for you, Pepper Potts! You go, Pepper Potts!" earning a side glare from Pepper since her eyes were slightly preoccupied with glaring at Fury and a sudden outburst from Steve.

"I understood that refrence." He calls, but then slinks back into the shadows as Fury gives him an opressive look.

Pepper finally let go the table when her knuckles started thrumming with deep pains. Her fingers felt pulled. She stood straight again, and crossed her arms over her chest. The strawberry blonde didn't give up her relentless stone-hard stare at Fury, who was shifting rather uncomfortably. "Sending Clint on this mission; a Council decision, wasn't it?"

Fury nodded without another input, something unlike him.

"Get them online with me. Now."

He leaned forward and fingered a button on his desk, knowing full well that he could have refused or backed out on her order. But he didn't. A second later, the walls filled with the screen of the shadows of both the men and woman. Pepper's face could only get more grim.

"This is a reserved frequency, Fury. You know that unless it is the most dire emergency, you may not-"

"This isn't Fury. This is Virginia Potts, CEO of Stark Industries."

The silhouette of the man on the far right bobbed slightly, as if moving in their chair. "You have no right to summon us-"

"I believe I had every right, since this is regarding some stupid decision that you had made, and I have to argue against it." Pepper uncrossed her arms but made sure her face was as emotionless as possible.

"Fine. Speak for your case." The woman answered flatly.

The CEO was very prepared. The binder tucked under her arm was put onto Fury's desk and a couple of crisp and neat papers were pulled out. "Agent Clint Barton was sent on a suicide mission exactly two months and four days ago. He never returned; and was allegedly proclaimed dead. What I want to know, is why would you send one of your best agents, who also happens to be on the team of Avengers, on a titled suicide mission."

Well shit, looks like the Council wasn't worming its way out of this one now. One of the other men squirmed in their seat and then spoke in a rather gruff voice. "It was a mission, it's basically in the job description of-"

"I haven't finished." Pepper continued, eyes narrowing at her paper. "I have also witnessed the murder of my best friend being committed with my own eyes; and I've been wondering," She leaned forwards towards the walls, turning slightly sideways at them, and continued. "Do you have to scrub my retinas for more evidence of the person who's done this? I saw them. I know who did this." She did. She remembered, after the shock of Natasha lying in surgery-and possibly dying registered.

All the shadows scoffed and the woman laughed. "Oh yes, and Ms. Potts, who might that be, pray tell."

Pepper had to spit those two words off her tongue, but even then they left a foul bitter taste. She stared at Fury as she spoke the poison-coated words.

"Nick Fury."


Her name is Natasha Romanoff.

Her hair is a natural red.

She has this spot on the back of her neck she likes to rub.

Sometimes she sings in Russian, and I don't understand it, but I still love to listen.

She dances wonderfully, but she doesn't do it in front of others.

There's a very small nick on her left ear, right near the back of it where she got nipped once by someone throwing a combat knife.

Sometimes she says my full name in a Russian accent just because I asked her what my name in Russian would be.

She makes me laugh-when she least expects to.

She's absolutely perfect.

I love her.

And she loves me.

If one could run without exhausting, one might not want to do something else ever again.

Yeah, I can do that, Clint thought, it's called an adrenaline rush.

He landed a hard punch into the LMD's chest, and turned, sprinting away.

So they were in some creepy testing chamber with plenty of weird-as-hell operating knives and spoons sharp enough to take out your eyes. Scissors with odd little knobs of them stuck into walls like a decoration, and Clint suddenly decided that now was not the best time to be running around without his sunglasses.

He snatched the shiniest object he saw and threw it at the LMD's face. That was when he learned that just because the object was shiny, it doesn't guarantee that it's sharp enough to harm the life-model-decoy.

The fake Fury was furious-no pun intended-that the person whose soul it was supposed to consume was getting away. It roared, not in Fury's voice at all, and charged at Clint, who was hiding behind a dentist chair. The LMD of Fury finally landed a blow in Clint's face, calling him a stupid and ugly person and that they just wanted to consume his soul.

Clint's ego was bruised as well as his eye. He managed to grasp a large spork and stabbed it into the LMD's head while it was turned around, managing to pull out the top bald metal covering. The metal brain inside crackled and buzzed with loose wires. As the Fury robot turned around, Clint dropped the spork and pretended to whistle, trying to look innocent.

The Fury robot ran for Hawkeye, who screamed and grabbed a pair of odd scissors with comb-like teeth and stabbed it into his forehead. He pulled it out afterwards, yanking out the chunk covering his eye, revealing a creepy red blinking one almost like The Terminator in that movie that Tony made them watch. Clint dropped the scissors, leaping up onto the counter with all different colors of liquids in glass bottles. "Oh shit, can this get any creepier?"

Now blinded, the Fury LMD swiped randomly around it, looking for its new meal. "CLINT BARTON! SHOW YOURSELF!"

Being quiet and sneaky was something Clint had adapted and mastered, so he watched and waited for the LMD to make its move. It backed up slightly, head swinging around for any sign of Hawkeye. Clint held his breath, thinking of a plan. He looked all around the small and creepy testing chamber, and then did a double take on the ceiling, noticing the big sickly synthetic lighting at the top.

He couldn't help but smile as the Fury robot roared his name again. Clint kneeled partially, and sprung up to the light, his weight instantly pulling the big bar of light down. It creaked, and the LMD looked up in time to see the whole bar of light crash down onto the top of its head.

The remaining person stood up and dusted himself off.

Clint had a bunch of cuts where the glass had sliced him to bloody ribbons. He realized he had never wanted Natasha's slender small, gentle hands holding his bloody cuts. His face stung too, and he knew that his beautiful face was now mutilated. Oh well, hopefully Natasha would still manage to love him.

The LMD gave electric noises, buzzing and wires screaming with energy.

"Okay, let's put you to sleep," Clint muttered, and lifted the light off him, putting them on the LMD's feet instead. "Let's see... Ooh, this looks important!" Hawkeye yanked the first hunk of metal that was sticking out of the Fury imposter's brain insides. "And... This too!" He also grabbed a silicon chip. About to snap it, he hesitated, and stuffed it in his pocket instead, in case he needed it later. "This... Not so much. But it looks cool." He took out a small silver ring with an hourglass carved into the top of it. Clint pocketed that too.

He watched the LMD give one last wheeze as he got up, and smirked.

"I always knew I could kick Fury's ass."


His name is Clint Barton.

Although his hands look rough and hard, they're nothing but warm and soft in mine.

He always tries to make me laugh-and somehow I end up making him laugh instead.

He has this crazy habit of coming behind me-it doesn't matter what we're doing, even if we're on a mission-and hugging me from the back.

I don't think I've ever seen him without a smile on his face.

But that bastard broke his promise; and he went and died. Idiot.

The only time he missed the target was when he was supposed to kill me.

For some reason, he learned to play the guitar and the piano specifically for me, and then one day he sang me a song.

Even if he's in the most pain, he makes sure I smile and don't suffer through any of it.

His eyes are the color of the sky.

His name is Clint Barton. Mine is Natasha Romanoff.

And I have the sky all to myself.


Maria's POV: (Yeah, I decided to try something... I'll stop next chapter; promise.)

Don't call me a hero.

I don't save people.

I can't help them from themselves.

I watched the bullet hit the paper target in the chest and pulled back, placing my gun down onto the counter. I closed my eyes, hung my head and sighed.

Do you know what it feels like to watch everyone around you go mad?

To watch them rot and drown in their watery hell of sorrows while you stand and stare; knowing that if you try to help them you can probably only make it worse?

Welcome to my world.

Where everything around you is a godforsaken weapon and can be used to hurt you.

You see that lightbulb up there? I can name twenty to forty different ways someone can try to kill you with it.

That paper target in the shape of a human? That can also harm you, almost as many times as the lightbulb can.

I reached up and slid the earmuffs off my ears, causing the silence to ring louder in my ears.

"Agent Hill."

Ah, I don't think I can ever get used to that cool British voice calling out for me randomly. I'm more used to Fury screaming for me and then a swear following it most of the time.

So I slide my gun back into it's holster, hold my head high and with my goggles still subconsciously on, say, "Yes, JARVIS."

"Ms. Potts would like to see you." The AI replies.

Sometimes I wonder how long it took Stark to build JARVIS, who is basically like a supersmart invisible computer. He brags it only took him a couple of days, but I'm pretty sure it took years of tinkering and perfecting to make JARVIS the way he is now. "'Kay. Tell her I'll be there in a moment."

JARVIS is silent for the remainder of the time I put the goggles and earmuffs back, but he seems to notice my sullen expression.

"I don't mean to intrude in your business, Agent Hill," he tells me, "But you seem troubled."

I shake my head, my hair bobbing absently. "I guess I'm just worried about... Everything. Probably like always, because whether I like it or not, I can be a slight worrywart at times. Maybe I should listen to what Clint says. Shut up and care less." I manage a weak forced smile, and know that I shouldn't feel stupid for talking to JARVIS.

When the AI speaks, I feel as if I can sense a slight tone of sympathy in his voice. "I believe you have good reason to be worried about certain things; especially what happened to Agent Romanoff and Agent Barton."

There are no perfect words that can be given to me to make me feel less upset over what happened to Clint and Natasha. I quickly turn on my heel, pull out my gun and fire one last deafening loud bang! at the paper target.

This time, it flies through the head, hits the wall and as far as I'm concerned, stays there.


Pepper meets Maria in the hallway, face stricken with flecks of grief and annoyance. Her mouth is twisted into half a frown and half of a thin line as she presses them tightly together.

Maria feels Pepper's mood spread over to her, and she frowns as well. "How'd it go?" Her tone is light and trying to lift Pepper's spirit.

"Ugh, the Council is probably the most conceited and..." Pepper pauses for a long time, trying to hold back her choice of words. However, they manage to slip out anyway. "Bitchy group of people I have ever talked to."

Maria couldn't help but smirk at this prim and proper CEO swearing, something that she did one very rare occasions. "So they didn't believe you?"

"Of course not, as much as they dislike Fury, they wouldn't just take what one woman says about something." She sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. Pepper shook her head slightly at the memory of what the Council said to her after she told them she remembered that it was Fury who shot Nat.

The whole Council laughed selfishly. "I'm sorry," the woman said, shaking with laughter slightly, "You said Nick Fury did this."

Pepper didn't seem to find this whole situation as funny as the Council. "Yes. That is what I-"

They interrupted her with another round of laughter, only to be joined by Fury as well.

"Excuse me, but I-He committed a homicide!" She cried, pointing a pale slender finger at Fury, who was sitting behind his desk chuckling, "I saw Natasha Romanoff being-" Pepper stopped. She was suddenly feeling threatened by these people, but she wasn't about to let that peeve her. "Clint Barton died because of some stupid choice you made. This is a conspiracy; you are actually going to let a murder get away with this?"

"I apologize," another man spoke with a British accent, folding the shadows of his hands in front of him. "Please do continue."

"You don't believe me." Was all Pepper could manage bluntly, face trying to stay blank.

Silence was the only answer she received.

"What do I have to do?" Pepper snapped, picking up her binder from the table. "Does the death of two people mean nothing to you? They're humans as well; all this time I thought SHIELD's job was to protect people, but now I see human lives mean nothing to you." She confiscated the gun off of Fury's desk corner-something that he had put down earlier-and continued. "Your reputations, and images are the only things you selfish people care about. So I can only give you this advice before the Black Widow wakes up. You better get down and pray that she doesn't find you before I find you first."

And with that, the fiery-eyed redhead shot the camera which was recording her, and the Council fizzled away.

The SHIELD agent patted Pepper on the shoulder very lightly. "So we might have to pull more money out of Stark's budget to replace that camera. But I know that was the right thing to do. And also you were really badass with that last sentence; I think Natasha would have liked that."

"Natasha." Pepper said flatly, eyes lighting up as if remembering something. "She still in surgery?"

Maria didn't say anything, for she wasn't sure of the answer, and she wasn't sure if Pepper was speaking to her or JARVIS.

"She is in the med bay-Tony took her out of the ER this morning."

The CEO let out a long sigh of relief and looked at Maria, eyes and expression softened. "She's..."

"I'm not going to say that she's completely out of the woods yet, but I know that she'll wake up, and I think she'll be glad that you tried." Maria smiled kindly and rested a gentle hand on Pepper's shoulder. "She'll be glad."


So uh... There's this guy, and my friends always ship him and I together and now I can't tell if he really likes me or not because he's all sweet and there's this dance coming up and people say he's going to ask and I don't know what to do and I can't tell if I like him or not and now I'm freaking out and I wish I just had my own Clint and then things would be so much simpler why life why this is the longest sentence ever okay I'll stop now if I can

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