Bad Ideas: An Avengers Fanfic
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Bad Idea #32: I Really Don't Want To
Hennessy suspected that she would enjoy little sleep that night, but the familiarity of her old room quickly lulled her into a sense of security. The air mattress was abandoned shortly after midnight and Clint quietly pulled himself up to join her. When he woke at 7:30, the space beside him was empty and as he raised a hand to rub the sleep from his eyes, he displaced the sticky note on his forehead. He read it with a smirk.
Needed air. Be back before eight. Get breakfast before half past, birdie- house mayhem soon. ;)
Clint chuckled and rolled out of bed, stepping carefully over the air mattress beside the bed. He put on of black trousers and a white shirt before heading into the kitchen and getting a bowl of cornflakes. He ate it quickly standing up and headed back to the room, picking up his phone and sitting in the chair by the desk. The layout of Sparky's room was not dissimilar to her bedroom in D.C.
As Clint turned his phone he noticed, two miscalls and a single text message, all from Natasha.
"Pirate fallen. Anger deceased."
Fury dead.
Clint jumped up and immediately called Hennessy.
"Hello?"
"Sparky. You need to get back here, now."
"What? What is it? What's happened?"
"Nothing. Not on this side of the Atlantic, anyway."
"Alright, I'll be there in a couple minutes."
Clint paced the square room multiple times, checking his phone for any texts or calls or e-mails. Anything at all. He resorted to letting the air of his original bed and making a hopeless attempt at folding it. Suddenly, he heard a faint tapping at the window. Yanking up the blind, Clint was startled to find Hennessy outside the window in shorts and a light T-shirt.
"Open the fucking window," she mouthed, pointing at the handle and hugging her arms. Clint stifled his smirk and threw open the window.
"There is a fully functioning front door. Why take the fucking window, Sparky?" he asked as he helped Hennessy in.
"Obviously, I would come in the way I went out," she replied as she jumped from the window. A shiver went down Hennessy's spine as her bare leg brushed against the switched on radiator. Clint tossed her one of the sweaters he had resting beside it as he shut the window.
"So, what's happened?" Sparky asked, her voice muffled as she struggled to put on the sweater, her head struggling to find the appropriate space. Sighing heavily at his partner, Clint yanked the hem of the sweater down, effectively solving his partner's problem.
Clint turned away and rubbed his face.
"Fury's dead," he muttered.
"...What…?"
"Natasha texted before dawn… The Director's dead," he replied. Shell-shocked he collapsed on the bed beside Sparky.
"What do we do? We can't just bury this."
Hennessy stood up and leaned against the radiator, fidgeting with the frayed cuffs of the sweater.
"We're not going to," she said with a steely expression. "Protocol states if you're in the middle of a mission and some shit goes down, you finish that mission. We get through today and we're home by tomorrow night. We're better off here, it's likely to be chaos in D.C. She say how he died?"
Clint shook his head. "No, but Fury wasn't exactly ancient. If you catch my drift."
Hennessy chewed her bottom lip and nodded thoughtfully.
"This is just fan-fuckin'-tastic, isn't it? Alright, we better meet the others as soon as possible. You call them while I get dressed, have them meet us outside the church in a half-hour. We'll need time to sort ourselves out."
"Yes, ma'am," Clint replied as he shut the door to her room. Hennessy had made the astute decision to shower in the gym in town when she was finished and had leisurely strolled home. She pulled her hair into a ponytail and quickly dressed in a pair of black jeans, a white silk blouse and her black leather jacket. With her gun holstered inside her jacket and a spare knife in her boot, Hennessy joined Clint in the hallway. She glanced around for anyone who wasn't showering and spotted a sleepy-eyed Ella ambling down the corridor and into the kitchen. Hennessy dashed in after her and caught her sister's elbow.
"Ella," Hennessy called. "I have to go set up my crowd. You'll meet us there. Tell the others."
Ella looked Hennessy up and down. Though Ella was older, Sparky was a few inches taller.
"…You're wearing that to your brother's wedding?! Ah, Jamie!"
Jamie rubbed her face and sighed.
"But it's not just a wedding for me, is it?! I'm working, Ellie." Ella recoiled but nodded and hugged her younger sister.
"Be careful, Jay."
"I'm always careful."
"Be a regular person's approximation of careful."
"Alright, Boswell and Johnson. You two take the side and main entrances. Adams, you watch the monitors in the office. Barton, you patrol the inside aisles. I'll watch from the balcony upstairs. Fury might be dead, but S.H.I.E.L.D sure as hell isn't." All five agents were outside the church, Clint and Boswell were sitting on the still warm bonnet of the Range Rover, the other three stood. Behind them, the white balloons and flowers moved gently in the cool morning. Johnson's grey head disappeared inside the car and he returned with earpieces for everyone.
"These are state-of-the-art, direct line from here to the control room in the Triskelion. We get any new objectives, they'll come through these. Added bonus, we can talk to each other," he joked as the ear pieces were passed around.
After a few minutes of talking, Hennessy whacked Clint's knee.
"I don't know about you boys, but I am in dire need of coffee and there's a place down left that could help me out," she said as she headed out the gate.
"Hey, can I get a latte?" Barton shouted.
"Can I-"
"What? I look like a fuckin' waitress to you?! You want something, get it yourself, gentlemen," Hennessy yelled back, walking backwards. Sighing, the two 'boys' on the bonnet hopped up and jogged to catch up with Sparky. Sure enough, the coffee shop was still there and Hennessy let out a quiet sigh of relief. She pushed open the door covered in peeling green paint.
They sat at a small round table near the back once each had gotten their drinks. Apparently, Boswell was divorced with two kids- a five year old and a two year old. Suddenly, Jamie felt Clint elbow her. When she turned to him he pointed at the television over the counter. It showed what looked like the result of a serious car crash.
"Eyewitness reports suggest that a high speed chase resulting in the explosion of one of the vehicles. Some report to have seen a figure standing in the middle of the road, but as yet, there is no clear explanation of the events that unfolded in Washington yesterday afternoon."
"Fury?" Hennessy asked.
"Who else is gonna have bullet holes in a matte black SUV?" Clint replied.
"Wasn't a car crash, was it?" Boswell asked.
Hennessy picked up her cardboard coffee cup and stood up, followed by the two men.
"It was never going to be."
"Johnson to Hawkeye, we are in position."
"Roger that. Hawkeye to Adams, what's your status?"
"In position, Hawkeye."
"Alright then. Sparky we are all in position downstairs," Clint said from where he stood at the bottom of the centre aisle.
"Good. Looks like we're good to boys. Enjoy the ceremony, there are tissues up here if you need 'em." Hennessy heard sniggers and muttered retorts come down the line but ignored them. She stood with her hands on the balcony, watching as the pews filled with guests. People took family photos together, photos she would never be in.
The ceremony went off smoothly, the only hiccup coming when David said 'Yes' instead of 'I do,' a rather frustratingly endearing event in Clint's mind. In fact, everything about the ceremony was frustratingly perfect. The bride looked too perfect, David was too happy, the vows were too sweet, the music too heart-warming. Everything about it symbolised a future just out of his reach.
Eventually, the ceremony ended. The agents regrouped and took up new positions outside. Two by the gates, two in the Nissan, one in the Range Rover.
"What's wrong?" Clint asked, one hand on the wheel of the Nissan.
"Nothing."
"Don't say nothing when there is obviously something."
Hennessy sighed. "We used to talk about it, y'know? What would happen at each other's wedding, mainly Ella and David's. What role we would play, what we'd wear, who would be invited. Hell, where we'd stand in the photographs! Now, now I'm not even in any! I should be there. A guest! Not the goddamn security!"
"You can't change any of it. Everything that's happened… It's done, can't go back," he replied. Hennessy nodded and took a deep breath.
"I know, I know. I'm sorry, it's just… I don't know… Today's a little weird, I guess," she said, finishing with a smile. They sat in silence until Boswell radioed in.
"Alright, looks like we can start heading out with the rest."
Hennessy whooped and drummed on the dashboard.
"Let's go, free booze!"
The exceeding perfection continued into the reception, the food was too good, the venue too classy. Johnson was stationed outside the hall the reception was in. Adams was patrolling the ground floor of the swanky hotel. Boswell was in the ballroom along with Hennessy and Clint. Despite her protests, Ella insisted they sat with her at her table. They watched on as the first dance song played. Clint saw Hennessy's small smile at her brother's happiness, and he smiled too. Everything today had him thinking. With Fury gone, maybe it was time they got out too. Between them they had numerous successful solo missions and many more as a team. What would come after that, though, Clint had no idea. Maybe it was more fantasy than future plan.
When the song ended, the DJ invited every other couple in the room on to the dancefloor. Clint glanced sideways at Sparky.
"…No…" she said, though the smile sneaking through her features betrayed her. In a flash, Clint was on his feet and was tugging Hennessey up by the hand. They made their way onto the floor, Clint put his left arm around Sparky's waist and took her hand in his right.
"You look so wonderful in your dress…"
Hennessy chuckled as they swayed. "Without doubt, my dress is definitely the best here," she said. Clint laughed.
"Oh, I completely agree."
His gaze lingered on her seemingly colour-changing eyes.
"I love you, you know," she said, looking up at him. He smiled. "I know. And I love you."
She gave lopsided smile and Clint realised something.
"You think any more about getting out?" he asked.
"Yeah, a little. I don't know what I'd do, though."
"Avengers could always use a hand."
Hennessy sighed.
"I don't know. Fighting mutant dust bunnies really isn't my thing."
Clint laughed. "Plus side, you'd spend every day with the light of your life," he said with a smirk.
"And I'd have to join the Avengers' backroom staff for that?"
"I hope not."
"We are surrounded by all of these lies,
And people that talk too much.
You got the kind of look in your eyes,
As if no one knows anything but us…"
"I don't know if I could do it without you, though."
Jamie looked at him with a small smile and an eyebrow raised. Clint shrugged.
"Alright, I probably could… But I really don't want to…"
"Should this be the last thing I see,
I want you to know it's enough for me,
Cos all that you are is all that I'll ever need…"
Clint bent down and kissed her gently, sweetly, as if no one else was around.
"Should this be the last thing I see,
I want you to know it's enough for me,
Cos all that you are is all that I'll ever need…"
Nawwww! Feels! I know this seems kinda slow, but bear with me, okay? I did something different for this chapter and included such a nice song called 'Tenerife Sea' by Ed Sheeran. I hope you liked it. Let me know what you think of this chapter in the reviews!
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