Bad Ideas: An Avengers Fanfic
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Bad Idea #23: Dangerous Conversations and Disney
"Left, left, right! C'mon, Sparky- you got this!" Clint encouraged Hennessy as they sparred. Three months after the accident Hennessy could finally make use of her right side, though she was careful not to aggravate any old injuries. They were in the gym of the Triskelion and Clint was pretty sure they must be the last people left at nine forty-five on a Friday night.
Clint launched a kick, Sparky blocked it and sent a punch his way. He dodged under it and tried to get a hit on her ribs. She used her elbow to deflect the hit and tried to kick him square in the chest. A blow she had delivered with ease before Norway. Now, Hennessy lost her balance and fell to the blue mats, she rolled onto her back but couldn't bring herself to get up. Instead, she covered her face in disgust.
"I can't do it, I fucking can't!" she exclaimed in frustration. Clint looked down and knelt on one knee beside her as she propped herself up on one elbow.
"Yes, you fucking can!" he assured her. Since returning home, Hennessy had become more and more frustrated as she was forced to rely on Clint all the time. It was as if she and Natasha had switched personalities. Clint missed the old Sparky, the one with all the sarcastic and smart-ass comments- now she was extremely quiet and rarely smiled. Clint was determined to get the old Jamie back and to do that he just needed to keep telling her she could do 'it' whatever 'it' was, though it was beginning to wear thin on both of them.
Hennessy sat up and balled her hands into fists.
"No, Clint. I can't. I can't land that kick, I can't even hold my hands steady." Her voice was much quieter now, she sounded defeated. Hennessy held out her loose, shaking fists to elaborate her point. Clint was stubborn as a mule though, she knew that. He took her shaking hands and uncurled her fingers, interlinking her fingers with his.
"What about now?" he asked, his trademark smirk on his lips. He was right, unfortunately, and Hennessey's hands were no longer trembling.
"You can't be with me forever, Katniss," Hennessy replied, looking down. Clint just smirked again.
"Who says?" he asked petulantly. "I made a promise I intend to keep."
There was a softness in his intelligent grey eyes. He pulled her into him and gently scratched circles between her shoulder blades with three fingers. It was a trick Clint used to calm Jamie down when she got worked up, angry, frustrated or all of the above.
It worked too, Hennessy relaxed and leant against his shoulder, resting her hands on his chest. They stayed motionless for a few minutes, neither wanted to disturb the peace that had descended upon them.
Eventually, Clint pressed a kiss on top of her head and they stood up together.
"I think that's enough sparring for today."
Clint saw the ghost of a smile.
"No shit, Sherlock."
After they had both showered in the locker rooms, they headed back to Clint's apartment but only to grab their coats before they went up to their hiding place on the roof. The roof was their escape when they needed to talk about something important, Clint was almost certain that his place was bugged. Hennessy jumped onto a mound of beanbags as Clint switched on the fairy lights. He plonked down beside her and tipped his head back.
"Did you ever consider leaving this?" Hennessy asked. Clint looked sideways at her, eyebrow raised.
"What?"
"This- D.C, S.H.I.E.L.D.," she elaborated, waving her hands around.
"Not really. Why? What's brought that on?" he asked curiously. "It's kind of a dangerous conversation topic."
"I don't know. It's just… I'm finding it hard to find a reason to stay. I still can't believe they let us break into a compound full of volatile drugs and serums without so much as a 'head's up'." Hennessy put her hands behind her head and gazed up at the stars above them.
"That the only reason?" Clint enquired knowingly.
"That, and the fact that I could have- probably should have, if not for Natasha- died without ever seeing my mother again, without telling my family I loved them, without…" her voice trailed off. Clint slid an arm under her and pulled her close.
"Without what?"
Sparky smiled warmly at him.
"I think you know the answer to that."
Clint cupped her cheek with his hand and kissed her gently, she kissed him back and traced his jaw with her thumb.
"I love you, Jamie Hennessy," Clint whispered as they rested their heads together.
"I love you too, Clint Barton." They smiled at each other for a minute or two.
Suddenly, Hennessy's phone beeped. She groaned as she sat up and retrieved it from the pocket of her jacket. She burst out laughing when she read the text she had.
"Romanoff wants to know if we have any Disney movies…"
Natasha was making popcorn when the bell of Steve's apartment went.
"Rogers! There's people!" she alerted Captain America. Steve rushed to the door and opened it to find Clint and Hennessy standing in the doorway, two white plastic shopping bags each. Clint held one of his up.
"We're ready, bitch…"
Steve laughed and stepped back, allowing the two people inside.
"I smell food! Popcorn!" Hennessy exclaimed.
"Your powers of deduction really are awe-inspiring, Sparky," Natasha said from the kitchen.
"Be a real shame if, say, your T.V was fried, Romanoff," Hennessy shot back good-naturedly. Clint had missed the back-and-forth between the girls, too.
"I WANT FROZEN!"
"I WANT THE LION KING!"
"ALADDIN'S THE BEST!"
"BITCH PLEASE, BEAUTY AND THE BEAST KICKS ASS!"
No one out of the four of them had anticipated the level of argument that broke out once Clint and Hennessy tipped the contents of the shopping bags out onto the island in the kitchen. Frozen was quickly ruled out, much to Steve's dismay, he had never seen it but Natasha suspected even Cap failed to escape 'Let it Go'. Next to go was Aladdin, leaving Natasha thoroughly pissed. Then it was down to The Lion King and Beauty and the Beast. They took a vote, the latter winning by three votes to one.
Clint did a little victory dance on his way to the T.V, leaving them all mentally scarred forever when he twerked while inserting the disc. Natasha was starting to have second thoughts about this movie marathon.
I don't even know…
Hello there, friends! No idea where this came from. Avengers, Disney; what could possibly go wrong! Anyway, I've been thinking and I think that Bad Ideas may be finishing in 5 to 10 chapters- I don't know. I'm conscious of Clint and Hennessy and Clint's absence from CA:TWS and I'd like to try and give a reason for that. I hope you got a smile out of this, it's one of the main reasons I write- to make people happy :) I get a good bit of inspiration for Clint and Steve, sometimes Nat and Sparky, from the song 'Right Here' by Ashes Remain. It'll probably feature in Through the Bottom of a Glass sometime.
Sorry about the long A/N.
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