Knives
Disclaimer: I do not own Marvel.
Author's Note: Hello! This is the first story I ever wrote, so pls be nice! I've never written stuff in chapters before, so I'd love your opinions on what to do. From what I've gathered, I'm planning on publishing a new chapter probably every weekend, although I have it all written already, so unless life gets in the way you can be sure I'll update on time! Reviews are always loved, and any constructive criticism welcomed, hope you enjoy!
Chapter 1 – Knifed
Clint Barton wasn't the only sniper watching the Avengers from above as they demolished yet another Hydra base. He looked around and saw three more, watching with guns in their hands, none of them aiming for the Avenger's enemies, but for his team.
He instantly loosed two arrows, both in the air before the first hit it's mark, taking out two of the hostiles. The third sniper was mostly obscured from his view, preventing him from getting off a good shot. The other sniper raised their gun, taking aim. For most people it would have been impossible to distinguish the enemy's target, but Clint wasn't called Hawkeye for no reason. He saw the intended target and sent a warning over the comm line.
Steve Rogers was busy fighting four enemies at a time when he heard their archer's eerily calm voice over the comm line:
"Cap, get down."
He obliged, bringing up his shield just in time to hear a bullet ricocheting off it.
"Thanks Hawkeye."
"My pleasure, you know how much I enjoy saving your asses."
"Language!"
Clint smiled, and doubted that, if he kept arguing, this banter would ever end, unless Nat stopped them.
He crept closer to the other sniper but still couldn't get a good shot. He sighed and took out his dagger.
The sniper was already looking around, trying to figure out who else was there, obviously having figured out that someone had warned his target. Clint was quickly spotted moving along the bare roof. The sniper drew out two knives and he groaned; he hated facing opponents with one knife when they had two.
He advanced steadily until he was just out of the other man's reach, then paused for a few seconds. Hawkeye, true to his name, stared his opponent in the eye like a hawk, never once breaking eye contact or blinking until the younger man looked away. And he lunged while his opponent's eyes were still sliding away from him.
He went for the throat, hoping to finish the fight before it really started. Unfortunately, his opponent seemed to know what he was doing and deflected his blow seemingly effortlessly. Clint frowned, this could be a problem. He immediately went on the attack, slashing and hacking and jabbing with his dagger, hoping that the sheer speed and force of his attack would drive the other man back.
Apparently, he was out of luck. Clint was quickly forced to switch to the defensive, blocking, deflecting and dodging with impressive speed and agility. He was tiring quickly, facing two knives with one and having to jump back before being able to make any retaliation.
He was backed up to the edge of the roof before he saw it coming.
Tony Stark had heard the sounds of fighting over the open comm line.
"Hawkeye, you okay up there?"
And then he looked up.
Author's Note: Yeah, yeah, I know; mean cliffhanger. I'm sorry. I'll update next weekend, okay? Hope it was okay, and I promise the next chapters will be longer.