Bad Ideas: An Avengers Fanfic

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Bad Idea #32: "I'm Willing To Bet I'm Not"

It was almost midnight by the time Jamie found her father, she had sent Clint back to the house to retrieve their things as they were in the hotel with the rest of the family that night. Taking a breath, Hennessy crossed the room to the table her father sat at.

"Anyone here?" She asked, gesturing toward the chair beside him. Her father shrugged and motioned for her to sit down. Sparky ordered a drink from a passing waiter, something she guessed she would need. Hennessy picked at the wine stained tablecloth as they sat in silence.

"Why did you go?"

And there it is. Hennessy took a sip of her drink as soon as the waiter set it down.

"You want the long or the short version. Actually, they're pretty much the same length. Plus, both end with me joining S.H.I.E.L.D… So, spoiler alert." Hennessy saw the ghost of a smile on her father's lips. He leant back in his seat and picked up his beer.

"You'd better get started then."

And she told him. She told him what had happened, how scared she was. And lastly, how she had been changed forever. When she was finished, Hennessy watched her father lean forward with a confused look.

"So… Wh-wh- what can you actually do now?" he asked in a quiet tone.

"Anything electric- I can turn it on, overload the circuits, absorb the power and electrocute someone I don't particularly like."

Her father sat back, with a shell shocked expression. He opened and closed his mouth in a manner akin to a fish, it would have been comical if Hennessy's heart was not about to beat out of her chest.

"This is…is…ahh…different," her father said. Hennessy sighed and gulped her drink.

"Different," she confirmed, nodding vacantly.

"…Different…"

"I think you've made you're point there Dad."

By the time Clint had lugged the bags up to his room on the third floor, set up their equipment, tapped into the live CCTV feed and finally made it back to the wedding party, it was winding to a close. He spotted Sparky talking to her dad, so Clint got himself a drink and sat on the edge of the stage, watching guests leave and staff busy themselves picking up empty glasses. He sensed someone sit beside him and glanced over, he smirked as Hennessy took his own drink and downed it.

"Wanna talk about it?" he asked. Sparky looked up and sighed.

"Nope."

Clint chuckled. "Alright," he said. Within a couple of minutes the ballroom was all but empty and Johnson's voice could be heard through the earpieces.

"Can we head to bed now?"

Hennessy stood up and touched a finger to her ear.

"Yeah, seems like a good idea to me boys. Legolas and I've got it from here."

The agents were all staying on the fourth floor, the floor below the suite the newlyweds were in. Clint and Jamie reached their room just as the door to Boswell's room shut. Clint opened the door to their room as Sparky crept down the hall to what was meant to be her room which was beside Boswell's. She opened and closed the door loudly, Clint bit his lip to keep himself from laughing as Hennessy then stepped as lightly as possible back down the hall toward their unofficially shared room. Clint unlocked the door and let out a small laugh as Sparky jumped on his back. She quickly covered his mouth with her hands as he held the door open with his foot. The room was a good size with a double bed and enough room between the desk brimming with equipment and the bed to spin around until one of them got dizzy.

Clint spun around and pretended to throw Sparky off onto the bed, he spun quicker as she held on tighter. They eventually fell back as Clint sent Sparky flying onto the covers, the archer came down beside her- both of them laughing quietly together.

"Natasha would kill us if she could see us," Hennessy said. Clint laughed and rested his hands on his stomach as his legs dangled off the bed.

"How are those two, actually? Romanoff and Rogers?" she asked, turning on her side to face Clint as he answered. Clint sighed exasperatedly.

"I think," he began. "I think they're gonna be okay. Just a bump in the road… Maybe more like a mountain, though." Clint turned his head, glancing at the monitors before looking at Sparky who smiled.

"That's good, everyone gets a large obstacle in the road."

Clint gave a joking smirk. "Except us."

Jamie laughed and whacked his stomach, letting her hand rest on top of his.

"We got them outta the way before we ever got together," she replied. Clint laughed and nodded in agreement. He glanced at the three small monitors and when he saw nothing, he returned his gaze to Jamie. Her brown hair fell over her face until she brushed it back in annoyance. In the light of the hotel room, her colour changing eyes were a blue grey. She lifted her hand and traced the damaged pink tissue of the scar peeking out above the unbuttoned collar of his shirt.

"When'd you get that one?" she asked with a crooked smile. Clint smirked and brushed his fingers against her shoulder.

"When'd you get that tattoo?"

Jamie chuckled and pushed herself up to sit against the headboard, facing the monitors opposite. Clint stayed where he was, horizontal with dangling legs. He was referring, of course, to the tattoo of a high voltage sign on her right shoulder. Hennessy sighed as she tipped her head back against the soft headboard.

"That, my friend, is a story for another night…day…time thing… I think I should take a nap."

Clint laughed in agreement and sat up, high-5ing Jamie's foot.

"I'll wake ya in three hours," he said, getting up and sitting at the desk. Hennessy's eyebrow raised.

"One and a half," she replied sternly. Clint looked back over his shoulder.

"We have plenty of coffee, don't worry about me," he said, gesturing blindly in the direction of the hotel-supplied coffee pot. He heard Sparky exhale tiredly as she turned onto her side.

"Someone's got to," she murmured, lips barely parting as she began to drift off. "And I guess you're stuck with me."

They slept in shifts, the only event coming mid-way through one of Clint's sleeping turns when something on the monitors caught Hennessy's attention. It ended with them scaring the shit out of a rather stunned bellhop bringing up room service. Something Clint was never going to let Jamie forget anytime soon, though Sparky quickly hit back with her own jibe as Clint panted as they made their way back down the stairs, having ran up three steps at a time.

"C'mon, Hawkeye! Are you thirty or eighty-five?" she teased, jogging past him. Huffing, Clint sat on the banister and slid down until he was in front of Hennessy, who shot him a look of extreme irritation. Clint stopped his descent gracefully and continued down the few remaining steps.

"Respect your elders, hot-shot."

"You're three years older, idiot," Hennessy grumbled as she reached the bottom step. Clint opened the door into their corridor with a lopsided smile.

"Yeah, but you really walked into that one, Volts."

Soon after that one event, it became clear that nothing else was happening that night. It was 10 AM before any of the five agents got up. Sparky woke first and woke Clint with the ever-romantic method of a pillow to the face, once she had showered and gotten herself ready, of course. While Clint showered, Jamie packed up their equipment, letting loose a string of expletives in three different languages when her toe stubbed a silver box under the desk. She hefted the silver box up onto the desk, as she did so she recognised it as being the box housing her glove. Sparky was about to pop open the lid when there was a knock at the door.

Hennessy realised too late that- in the eyes of Johnson and the others- she had no legitimate reason to be in Clint Barton's hotel room, but it was a bit late to shut the door on Boswell. There was a poorly concealed look of surprise on the man's face as he struggled to recover. Sparky rested her forearm on the door and hid her right arm behind her back to warn Clint, the water in the shower had just turned off.

"W-we… The others- well, we were going to get breakfast. D-do you… Uh, either of you-" Boswell soldiered on until Hennessy hastily cut him off when she came up with a reason.

"Socks!"

Boswell took a step back from the lady who had just randomly shouted the name of a garment of clothing.

"I-ahh-I didn't pack enough socks… Barton had spares, plus I have big feet. So, yeah…" Hennessy adopted her laidback crooked smile. But internally- oh, internally- there was alarm bells, flashing red lights and a giant blinking sign read: SHUT UP, STOP TALKING YOU STUPID FREAKING LEPRACHAUN!

Boswell nodded and said he'd see them later, Jamie continued smiling until she shut the door. Heaving a great sigh as she collapsed against the door, Sparky fully realised her own stupidity. The sock missile that hit her face (courtesy of her boyfriend) did not help matters.

After everyone had eaten breakfast, they split again to pack their bags. Hennessy's organisation had paid off and she collected her bags discreetly as Clint packed his. As he picked up the case housing his bow and quiver, something stopped him from tucking it back into the gear bag he transported the rest of his things in. There was a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach. He didn't know why, but there was something telling him to keep the weapon on his person.

He opened the lid and slid the quiver over his back, along with the bow, and zipped closed the gear bag. When he had finally finished, he met the others downstairs in the lobby. It was relatively busy for midday, most of the wedding party were in the process of checking out.

Clint spotted Adams thrown down on a couch in the corner, reading some magazine aimed at middle aged women. Boswell was beside him, chattering on the phone. It seemed that everyone had left their bags on the polished tiles, so Barton set his own baggage down and glanced around.

The lobby was a decent size, ornately decorated with marble tiles and statues. On the left there was a reading type room with comfortable armchairs and a fireplace. The bar and restaurant were opposite on the right. Clint spotted Sparky speaking to family members at the glass double doors into the bar. A large crowd of maybe ten people left as Johnson walked back inside through the revolving doors. Clint caught the whiff of cigarettes as the man walked past him and wrinkled his nose at the smell.

Minutes past as more people left, soon the only people left were the agents, staff and leftover partygoers from the previous night, including Hennessy's family. She returned with a faint smile and Clint saw was wearing her glove and had her pistol strapped to her waist. Whatever premonition Clint had received, Sparky had the same feeling.

Johnson stood behind a chair facing the couch as Hennessy joined them. She opened her mouth to speak but was cut off when a beep followed by a click came through their earpieces. The line from the Triskelion had opened and Captain America's voice came through.

"Attention all S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, this is Steve Rogers. You're heard a lot about me over the last few days. Some of you were even ordered to hunt me down.

Instinctively, Jamie's hand went to the piece at her belt. Clint's hands itched for his bow. Boswell and Adams shot up from the couch.

"But I think it's time to tell the truth. S.H.I.E.L.D. is not what we thought it was. It's been taken over by HYDRA. Alexander Pierce is their leader. The S.T.R.I.K.E. and Insight crew are HYDRA as well. I don't know how many more, but I know they're in the building. They could be standing right next to you."

Within an instant, Sparky had dropped the box to withdraw her gun. Clint had his bow at the ready. The five agents steadily backed away from each other, oblivious to the outside world. Johnson stayed in his relaxed position, hands resting on the back of the chair.

"They almost have what they want. Absolute control. They shot Nick Fury. And it won't end there. If you launch those helicarriers today, HYDRA will be able to kill anyone that stands in their way. Unless we stop them. I know I'm asking a lot. But the price of freedom is high. It always has been. And it's a price I'm willing to pay. And if I'm the only one, then so be it…"

Clint and Hennessy raised their weapons in unison. Boswell and Adams did the same.

"But I'm willing to bet I'm not."

And as Steve Rogers spoke those final words, all hell broke loose. Johnson and Adams shared a brief look. In an instant, Johnson had drawn his own Glock and fired in the direction of Clint and Sparky. Hennessy rolled out of the way as Clint dived for cover behind a large statue. Screams and gunshots filled the air as . Jamie fired in Johnson's direction before scrambling around a corner for cover.

Boswell tried to warn the people in the bar, only to be shot multiple times in the back. Clint watched in horror as a good man crumpled in a heap on the ground. With no space to raise his bow, Clint reluctantly opted for his semi-automatic instead. He looked for a target to fire at, but caught sight of some hotel staff cowering under the receptionist's desk. Hennessy was nearer and, catching her eye, they shared a look of understanding.

Sparky sprinted out of cover and threw herself over the hotel reception. The terrified group stared at her and Jamie held her hands up and shuffled closer as she heard Clint returning fire.

"I'm not gonna hurt you, but two guys out there will. You need to get out, raise the alarm. Get as many people out as you can. Is there a backway into the bar?" she asked forcefully. A woman nodded.

"Then use it, use the bar's fire exit and take anyone who hasn't found it with you. I'll keep the bastards busy as you guys leave. Okay?" Hennessy's tone was gentler when she spoke. She glanced at the wide eyed staff and forced a crooked smile. Suddenly, she jumped up and fired at where Adams was hiding, instead hitting an expensive looking vase, spraying shards all over the lobby. When she looked back again, the staff were gone, and, suspiciously, silence fell over the room.

Jamie got up warily and rounded the desk. She couldn't see Clint anywhere and there was no sign of Johnson or Adams. She swivelled around with her pistol at the ready.

Suddenly, something crashed over her head. Dazed, Sparky fell to the floor as Adams loomed over her, the remains of some glass water bottle in his hand. Hennessy clambered to her feet as Adams sneered. He threw the bottle down and swung a fist at Jamie. She dodged under the swing and launched her own uppercut, catching her opponent's jaw. As he staggered back, she kicked the side of his head. Quickly, Hennessy remembered her glove and stretched her right hand out. Adams went flying back as the electricity hit his body. As he lay unconscious, Hennessy bent down to pick up her gun, only to have it kicked out of her reach.

Hennessy sprung backwards but couldn't move before the newcomer tackled her through one of the glass doors of the bar. Jamie yelped as the glass pierced her skin. She struggled against the grasp her assailant had on her arms. She looked up into his face. It was a face he recognized instantly. A face she grew up with.

"Davey?"

Meanwhile, Clint had taken off after Johnson and traded fire with the HYDRA agent until he lost him down one of the corridors. Or so he thought.

As he turned a corner, Clint spotted the toe of a combat boot peeking out from behind a corner. Silently, Clint crept down the corridor, keeping close to the near wall. He stopped just before the turn, and as Johnson moved to peer around the wall, Clint's elbow connected with Johnson's nose. The older man staggered back, holding his nose as blood poured out. Clint kicked him in the temple and Johnson collapsed to the carpet. Taking a towel from one of housekeeping's carts, he bound Johnson's hands and promptly turned on his heel and made his way back to the lobby. Suddenly, as he was almost there, he heard a giant crash, followed by a yelp. Without much more thought, Clint took off at a run, sprinting back down the halls.

Hennessy and David struggled against each other. He had pinned Jamie's gloved hand away from her side with his cut, painfully pressing it into the glass. With a thin, menacing knife hovering millimetres from her neck, Jamie tried furiously to break his grip. Getting her left hand free, she grabbed his bare wrist and shocked him, careful not to kill him. David grimaced and rolled over as Jamie scrambled backwards and onto her feet. Within seconds though, David had tackled her, driving her into the wall beside the bar. Hennessy cried out in pain.

All of a sudden, something long and thin crashed down on David's head and the tall man fell in a heap on the ground.

"That was my favourite bow." Clint stood, chest heaving with his bow clenched in his fist and a smirk on his face. Jamie returned it with a breathless smile before staggering forward. Clint caught her quickly but his smirk faded quickly when he caught sight on the glass shard protruding from Sparky's side and the blood staining her hands and clothes.

Hehehe… Ummm… Hi? Don't kill me?

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