Hello audio monkeys! Okay, so I had writer's block on the White Witch story. I totally forgot what I was going to write and now I have to re-read the story and plan what I'm going to write. Tomorrow I have work from 8 to 2:45. I'll be exhausted, but I'll try getting it done. I already have half of the chapter typed out so it shouldn't be too hard. The poll for the Felicity pairing is still up. So you have one last chance to cast your votes. I hurry if I were you guys. LOL
Also this is not edit version. This is the original version. I wrote this story way before Age of Ultron was out in theaters. So I only went by what I saw in the trailer and added my own character.
I do not own any of the Marvel's Avengers Age of Ultron characters! I only own Abigail Dugan!
Enjoy!
Chapter 4: Understandings
"What the hell was that about Hill!?" Clint glanced at Tony who expressed his outrage all over his face. He noticed he was already out of his Iron Man suit when he first boarded the plane. Now he expressed all kind of rage at Pietro Maximoff. Not that he blamed him, but he noticed how Pietro became quiet when Hill said Ms. Dugan. So that got his mind to think. Is Abigail's last name Dugan? As in Timothy "Dum Dum" Dugan last name? "This is my quinjet for Christ sake! Speedy can't order me around!" Clint was snapped out of his thoughts and looked at Tony. "I built this quinjet! JARVIS override the lock!"
"No JARVIS override that last command." Banner's voice echoed through the plane and walked out of the small hallway. As he walked out, he saw Banner take off his glasses and started to clean them with the edge of his light gray sweater. He looked at us one by one as his eyes landed on him. "I'm sensing some tension here. Anyone wants to fill me in on why Pietro's sister was screaming and crying?" Clint sighed and took a step forward and began to explain.
"She was upset at Cap's friend for attacking me with Abigail in my arms. Which started a yelling fight and who blames who for bringing Abigail into a dangerous situation." He saw Banner's eyebrows scrunch up in confusion. "That's right you weren't there." Clint pointed towards the Winter Soldier who was still be held back by Thor and Steve. "Bruce, meet the Winter Soldier, Winter Soldier meet Bruce Banner who is also known as the Hulk." Clint saw Banner's eyes shift to Steve's friend and started to shift uncomfortably on his feet.
"Um, I don't know how I feel about this." Clint shrugged his shoulders.
"Well, might as well get used to it. He's staying with us at least according to Steve." He glanced at Steve who was now glaring at him. He held up his hands and shook his head. "You can't blame me for not being reasonable. He almost choked me to death."
"Anyway," Natasha's voice interrupted him and Clint crossed his arms over his chests. "Pietro's sister Wanda kept on yelling how Abigail is now on HYDRA's radar and how her life is in danger." Banner raised his eyebrows at Natasha like she was joking.
"Who and dare I ask, who kidnapped her?" They all looked at the Winter Soldier whose head was still bowed in shame. Clint heard Steve sigh.
"He was only doing what was best for the twins. He wanted to help them." Clint snorted and shook his head.
"She has no training even if she somehow is connected to SHIELD she still has no training." He could feel Natasha's stare that turned into a glare. "I mean maybe she did, but not much to fight against HYDRA agents."
"She killed two HYDRA agents." Clint snapped his head to the Winter Soldier who now stood up straight and his head held up high. "She skilled with a knife. Still needs work on her hand to hand combat skills." He heard the Winter Soldier whisper.
"But that doesn't make her a skilled assassin! She's a civilian for god's sake! You don't put a civilian in danger! I'm just happy Wanda protected her when she was almost knocked out unconscious." He heard the Winter Soldier growl and saw his glare.
"Don't talk about Abby like she's some idiot." Clint turned his body towards the Winter Soldier and glared.
"Didn't Wanda tell you not to call her that!? According to Wanda she hates being called that!"
"I don't care! I don't need to answer to you hawk! Sure as hell I don't need to answer to the witch!" Clint snarled at the assassin and clenched his fists.
"Call her that one more time and I will deck you into the floor!" He felt Natasha's hand on his shoulder, but roughly shrugged her hand away. "I'm not afraid to hit an old man." He snarled out and glared at the assassin. What he didn't see coming was the Winter Soldier already gripping his neck again. He felt being pulled into the Winter Soldier's chest as his eyes made contact with the assassin's cold hard blue eyes. Clint let out a choked cough as he felt the assassin's hand grip tighter.
"Bucky let him go!" He heard Steve yell. He felt Natasha frantically clawing the assassin's hand, but he wouldn't budge.
"Let him go! Your killing him!" Natasha's frantic yells reached his ears.
"Damnit Bucky let him go!" Clint was seeing black spots in his vision and he was slowly losing consciousness. Before his eyes fully closed, he heard a gun being cocked and a voiced filled his ears.
"Let him go." His eyes snapped open and saw Abigail holding a gun and glaring at the assassin. "James Buchanan Barnes let go of Hawkeye now!" Both him and the assassin stared at her with wide eyes as she had a gun pointed directly at the assassin's head. Clint was able to glance behind Abigail, he saw Pietro and Wanda stand at the entrance of the little hallway. Their eyes were wide with fear, but fear for Abigail. He saw Wanda run towards Abigail in case the assassin tries something.
"Ma'am please put the gun down." Clint glanced at Steve who held out his hand towards Abigail. "This doesn't have to be this way."
"Tell him to put Hawkeye down and I'll consider it." Clint felt the hand of the assassin lose his grip on his neck. When it became looser, Clint pulled away and gasped for air. He roughly coughed and fell to his knees. Slender arms wrapped around his shoulders and knows its Natasha. Clint glances up at the assassin and Abigail. He noticed the assassin's gaze turned soft, he tried to walk towards Abigail, but she didn't lower her gun. He saw Wanda put her hand on Abigail's shoulder, but she didn't budge. "I don't know what made you think I like being call Abby, but I hate it! I hate being called Abby! No one gets to call me that! No one! Only one person gets to call me that and he is dead! So don't ever call me Abby again!" By this time Clint saw her hand started to shake with anger. The entire plane was filled with utter silence and no one dared to speak. Clint was surprised that Banner didn't go all Hulk on the plane. Speaking of Hulk, Clint looked around and saw no Banner. 'Probably went in the back to avoid loud noises or something.' He thought to himself. He heard a whoosh and saw Pietro at Abigail's side. He saw Pietro slowly reaching for the gun Abigail is holding. He saw him whispering something in her ear and then he saw Abigail crumble to the floor. He saw her drop the gun, Wanda reached and caught it and un-cocked it. Pietro caught Abigail in time before she fell to the floor. Clint saw her shoulders shaking, Pietro's arms wrapped around her shoulders and saw Abigail lean into Pietro's embrace. Her sniffles reached his ears and he let out a shaky breath.
"Pietro take her back to the room, back the door and stay with her." He saw Pietro's gaze meet his and nodded. Clint's gaze met Wanda's who is still holding the gun in her hand. "Wanda I'm gonna need your help getting my ass off the floor and into one of those seats." Clint pointed to the three seats in the middle. He gazed back at Wanda and saw her nodding. Clint glanced around at the remaining Avengers minus Banner and Natasha. He raised his eyebrows at them with curiosity. "Anyone have any questions before I pass out from the lack of air?" Each Avenger shook their heads expect Tony who raised his hand and he rolled his eyes. "Anything related to this case or something that's not relevant now?" He saw Tony put his hand down and looked away from his gaze. "Good now if you don't mind, I'm gonna pass out now." Before anyone could protest, Clint's arms gave out and fell to the floor. He let out a sigh as his heavy eyelids shut and his vision fade to blackness.
"Clint!" Wanda yelled as she dropped the gun that Abigail was holding and ran to Clint. She kneeled in front of him and gently placed her hand on Clint's head. She looked at Agent Romanoff with her green eyes. "Help me get him to the seat." She saw Agent Romanoff nod in agreement.
"Don't have to tell me twice." Wanda ignored her comment and put Clint's limp arm around her shoulders. She wrapped her other arm around Clint's waist. She glanced at Agent Romanoff do the same and met Wanda's gaze. "On a count of three." Wanda nodded. "One, two, three!" They both lifted Clint's heavy weight, Wanda made a grunt and heard Agent Romanoff growl. "He needs to lay off the chicken wings. Tired of carrying his heavy ass." Wanda snorted a laugh and shook her head. She glanced at her brother who was carrying Abigail bridal style in his arms. She saw him already making his way towards the room, out of the corner of her eye she saw the Winter Soldier making his way towards them. Her eyes flared with anger. Before she could release her chaos magic, she felt a tap on her shoulder and saw it was the man who called himself the Falcon.
"You might not want to do that." His voice was calm, but her eyes still expressed the anger towards the soldier. She scowled and shook her head and continue to help Agent Romanoff with Clint. They took a few more steps and they both gently placed and they both gently placed Clint in the seat. She saw his head roll to the side, but placed her hand on the side of his cheek and rolled his head back. She noticed his features on Clint's face. He looks younger. She also couldn't help, but notice the faint dark circles under his eyes. 'He's not sleeping well.' She thought to herself. Wanda sighed lightly and removed her hand away from Clint's cheek slowly so she could still feel his soft skin against her skin. She got up slowly and walked towards the little hallway. As she rounded the corner, the Winter Soldier was leaning against the wall. 'He's waiting for Pietro to leave.' She thought bitterly to herself. She sighed and glanced up at the ceiling.
"Jarvis."
"Yes. Ms. Maximoff, how may I be of service?" She glanced at the Winter Soldier who jumped at the voice in the wall and looked wild eyes at the sudden voice. The corners of her mouth twitched upwards.
"Do you know where I can find some pillows and blankets?" She still had a slight smirk on her lips as she glanced at the Winter Soldier who was still looking around for the voice. A faint hiss sound reached her ears. She looked to her left and saw a compartment slide open and revealed tow pillows and two blankets. She smiled and grabbed the two pillows and two blankets. She smiled and grabbed the two pillows tucked under her left arm and grabbed the blankets tucked under her right arm. "Thank you Jarvis." She glanced up at the ceiling and smiled.
"My pleasure Ms. Maximoff." She nodded and was about to walk away until she heard the Winter Soldier.
"What are you doing?" Wanda stopped walking and glanced over her shoulder to look at the Winter Soldier.
"Help out Clint and giving Abigail and Pietro some space. Figured they need it." She was about to walk away, but he spoke again.
"Why can't I see her? Why won't he left me see her? Why does she hate me?" Wanda sighed and turned around to look at the Winter Soldier.
"Because you put her life in danger. HYDRA knows about her now. She had a normal life. I get that you were trying to help, but you only made matters worse not just for us, but for her. Once you get your memories back, you'll understand why. There's a lot you don't understand, but you will." Wanda's gaze softened a little, but she still had a stern look towards him. 'He looks like a wounded puppy.' She thought to herself.
"I care about her. I was only trying to protect her."
"But she doesn't want your protection. She wants Pietro's. She feels safe around me and Pietro. She understands what we went through. We grew up together, but lost contact with each other, but now finally we reconnect with her after all these years. Plus," Wanda glanced at the floor and nervously chewed on her bottom lip. Should she tell him? Should she know that Abigail and Pietro have a past? "It's not my business, I won't push him about it. It's their business and we shouldn't ask questions about it." With that Wanda turned around and walked out of the small hallway back to the main center of the plane. She walked over to a sleeping Clint, the corners of her lips twitched upwards. 'Yes,' she thought to herself 'he looks handsome.' She shook her head of her thoughts and sighed. She shifted towards Clint, she set down the blankets and pillows. She shuffled towards Clint, she set down the blankets and pillows on the floor. She grabbed a blanket and gently laid the blanket on Clint, she then grabbed a pillow and gently put the pillow behind his head. The soft snores reached Wanda's ears and could help, but smile. She grabbed the other pillow and blanket and sat next to Clint. She rested her pillow against Clint's shoulder and covered herself with the blanket. Wanda then rest her head against Clint's shoulder and sighs. Her eyelids started to grow heavy and before she knew it, she fell into a dreamless sleep.
