The Thunder God and His Hawk

Author: For some reason my brain decided to make this one & the next chapter Thor-centric (sorta). Probably cuz of
all the Thor 2 trailers & clips on TV right now. No ThorXClint slash. Hot but no thanks. I promise I will eventually go
into the timeline for Clint/Tasha/Coulson. Next chapter will be up asap. See bottom for Translations to English.

Thor cocked his head as he stared at the Hawk, who had settled himself on one of the many perches (or so he believed they were called) built throughout the Tower by Stark before it had become the Avengers Tower.

Not an unfamiliar sight.

However the Hawk was often seen reading or playing a video game.

Thor was not sure what a "video game" was. But it appeared to keep the Hawk occupied for hours.

Occasionally Lady Romanoff and the Son of Coul would join him.

Seldom did he sit on a perch in complete silence as he was now. Even more seldom did he not react in any way when someone entered the room or spoke to him. And it concerned Thor immensely.

"Friend Barton? Are you ill? Shall I fetch Lady Romanoff and the Son of Coul? Or perhaps Banner?" Thor asked.

Still no response. Except for the pained look that crossed his face.

"Tower voice!? Summon Banner, Lady Romanoff, the Son of Coul, the Captain and the Man of Iron! I fear our Hawk is not well." Thor commanded.

"As you wish sir."

A few minutes later, the door opened and Tony walked in with the rest of the team behind him. "Alright Point Break what's the emergency?" he asked.

"Our Hawk is not well. He does not respond when you speak to him. Nor does he move upon his perch." Thor told him. Natasha and Phil immediately went over to Clint's perch.

"He does that. I mean that's why I built all those perches." Stark said, playing with the goggles around his neck.

"Mr. Stark you are..." Steve began sharply, turning to glare at the billionare. They could only get along with they absolutely had to.

"Thor's right... something's wrong." Phil said as Tasha crawled up onto the perch beside Clint.

"маленький брат? Can you hear me? It's Nattie."she whispered, crouching beside him. She had hated the nickname he had given her when they first met, some fifteen or more years ago. But she soon realized it was an endearment. It was how he always asked for her whenever he woke up from night terrors, looking like a lost child... even now.

"Tasha be careful." Phil warned, gently touching her calf. The hair on the back of his neck was standing on end. Though she didn't and would never look it, Tasha was older than either he or Clint and she had many years more training under her belt. But despite all the years they had spent "taming" him, Clint ran on instinct and was still very wild.

"маленький брат... can you hear me?" Tasha asked again.

Clint shuddered and drew a sharp breath. The muscles in his arms and shoulders twitched as if he was struggling not to move though he wanted to desperately.

"Don't... don't." he growled when Tasha went to touch his arm.

"What ails you friend?" Thor asked.

"Your brother... bastard's still there... in my head..." Clint hissed. Thor's eyes narrowed as Steve and Tony's eyes widened.

"This whole time?" Banner asked.

"Just since... I got back... since I put that... little girl out... of her... misery." he panted, laying on his side.

"What little girl?" Tasha asked, putting a hand to his forehead despite his weak attempts to pull away.

"Sick... pneumonia... no medicine... no one 'round to take care of her." Clint whispered as Steve, Banner, Thor and Tony heard his natural accent for the first time. There was soft twang to it but it was tempered with something so rich and warm that Tony caught himself wondering what it would be like to have it whispered in his ear.

"Stark can we get a bowl of cold water and a rag? He's running a fever and we need to control it. Probably some water for him to drink too... he needs to stay hydrated." Tasha said, not taking her eyes off Clint. He was her main priority right now.

"Yeah sure." Tony said, shaking his head to clear the cobwebs. "Come on Spangles, let's make this one trip."

Steve watched Tasha smooth Clint's hair from his forehead and watched Clint try to twitch away but at the same time try not to before he followed Tony into the kitchen.

"Fear not friend Hawk. I will put a stop to this." Thor said, putting a hand on Clint's chest to hold him down as Tasha pulled his shirt over his head. Clint looks up at her pleadingly, almost begging for her to give him back his shirt. He has too many scars and he doesn't quite trust the team enough to share the stories behind them yet.

"Shh маленький брат. It will help with the fever." Tasha told him gently, glancing up at Thor. Thor moved his hand, noticing the scars and wondered how many (if any) were left there by Loki.

"Clint?" Phil asked, standing at the edge of the perch to peer at dark scar on the archer's chest... just above his heart. Gingerly Natasha touched the scar, not sure where it was from. Didn't she and Phil know all of Clint's scars? Even the one's from his father's abuse.

"Where Loki... stabbed me... with that scepter.." Clint whispered, opening his eyes to look at the scar. His normally stormy grey eyes had a crystalline blue tinge which made Tasha tense.

"Rest friend. I'll soon return." Thor promised, releasing Clint and heading for the balcony.

"Hey Point Break, where ya going?" Tony asked, returning from the kitchen.

"To deal with Loki." he growled and was gone in a flash of lightning before the glass door ever shut behind him.

"Drink." Phil said as Tony handed the glass of water to Tasha.

Clint took a few careful sips to please Natasha and settle his uneasy stomach before laying back down. He closed his eyes a bit but let his gaze settle on Tony's arc reactor. Tasha rung out a wet rag and gently set it on Clint's chest, hiding a lot of his scar's under the fabric.

"Thor!" Volstagg shouted, getting to his feet. Sif, Hogun and Fandral were quick to rise and embrace their friend. By blood he was also their prince but he was a warrior and friend first to them.

"What troubles you?" Sif asked, looking at him carefully. His eyes were dark and he held himself stiffly.

"Loki... he still torments one Midgardian he captured." Thor sighed.

"The doctor? Selvig?" Hogun asked.

"No... the Avenger Clint Barton." the thunder god admitted.

Sif looked at her three companions. Thor had told them of the Avengers... especially the one Thor called Hawk. They had been amazed by his talent with his bow, his exceptional eyesight and his willingness to return to battle so soon after being released from Loki's control. They had smiled when Thor told them of the Hawk's other talent. Thor had overheard Clint singing one evening just after the battle against the Chitauri and had been quite impressed.

"How do you intend to free the Hawk?" Fandral asked.

"However I must." Thor growled before turning to go seek out Loki. Rage rolled off of him in waves.

"I do not wish to be on the receiving end of his rage. Ever." Fandral whispered.

"Nor I." Volstagg and Hogun agreed.

"He is fond of the mortals. The Hawk especially." Sif told them.

маленький брат: roughly translated from Russian (via Google translate) as Little Brother