Pieces of a Hawk

by DelektorskiChick

Everyone wonders what made Clint Barton the man he is today. This is that story. Based off of my personal Hawkeye headcanons. Mostly fluff, but with a pinch of angst, a dash of H/C, and a squeeze of lemon. Reasons for advanced ratings listed before each chapter.

11. Part III: NEW YORK

Part III: NEW YORK

This is what has happened;

It started in New Mexico; I spent six months watching far too many nerdy scientists geek out over a tiny blue cube. Supposedly, this cube was a key to unlimited energy, a doorway to the far end of space. Did no one else realize that doors open from both sides?

Apparently not, because a crazed demigod pushed his way through.

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This is what has happened;

I… I don't really remember much after that. Not until Natasha saved my ass. Again.

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This is what has happened;

We saved New York. Sort of. There's a lot of rebuilding left to do, and not all of it is physical. Some of it is mental.

And most of that is me.

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This is what has happened, but this is what I know;

We won. But was the call my partner made to save me the right one?

At this point, who knows?

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A/N: Decided I'm going to start posting once a day. I'm getting impatient to start working on my next story, and my brain won't let me till it's all posted. So yay for all of you! And thanks again to Kalo Suva for being my only reviewer so far!