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Name: Janet Van Dyne
Codename: Wasp
9:27 am
"We need to call IronMan. We need to bring in Hank and the Fantastic Four and-"
"And what?" snapped Hawkeye, turning in his seat to look at me.
"And if they help us then they're the good guys!" I cried, panic filling me. It felt like I couldn't breathe, my heart was racing. I wanted out – out of this seat, out of this Quin Jet. I wanted to be fighting – to be stopping this from happening.
Light flashed and the jet plummeted to the ground. We came to a stop after spinning uncontrollably – Carol busted through the window and we all jumped out.
Me, Carol and Hawkeye.
Up against an invasion of aliens.
This should be fun.
We looked around, worrying where everyone was. Hawkeye gasped and I spun, ready to protect him. I followed his gaze upward to a foreign ship flying above.
Let's scratch the fun part shall we?
9:34 am
I fought my arse off, shooting every Skrull I could see when suddenly a hand grabbed me. I screamed as the electricity raced through me. I fell to the floor once the Skrull opened his hand. I didn't have the strength to fly.
Carol, Hawkeye and I were all dragged to the steps nearby where Captain America and some more Skrulls stood. I was dazed and confused – what the hell was Cap' doing?
"No," I managed to blurt out. Hawkeye leant forward, his arms trapped in the hands of the alien holding him.
"You," he spat. "All this time you were the Skrull." The Skrull-Captain America smirked and Hawkeye lost it. He broke free of the Skrulls hold on him and ran forward. Before he could reach Captain America the Thor-Skrull hit him with some lightning. Clint fell to the ground and I held in my scream. My heart, however, was aching and I couldn't work out why.
The Skrulls then forced one of the camera men to record Cap – I couldn't focus though. My eyes were riveted to Clint who was kneeling in front of the Skrull in pain. I longed to break free and rush to his aid, kicking all of the alien's butts in the process.
I suddenly couldn't stand to see Hawkeye in pain.
Name: Clint Barton
Codename: Hawkeye
9:46 am
I stood, back in the Skrull's hand with Jan and Carol, listening to the Mockingbird-Skrull babble about how the Captain America-Skrull was going to deliver the earth to her. That's when I heard a voice I never thought I would – the real Captain America's.
Or at least who I hoped was the real Captain America.
Then a shot of purple ray-energy-stuff (remember where I grew up) came from the sky, causing the Skrull's to drop like fly's. IronMan landed next to Cap' and more hope flooded through me, no matter how much I tried to stop it.
"Let the people see you now." Came Tony's strong voice. I looked back to the Skrull's and saw that they were green.
The Mockingbird-Skrull continued the normal banter of villain that all of us had heard a thousand times before. Lightning then ripped through their ship and the surrounding area.
"Is that so, creature?" came Thor's booming voice. "Avengers Assemble!" I heard Jan's little squeal of joy as Thor raised Mjlinir.
Once the Skrull ship had fallen into the water, Thor went nuts – Mjlinir ripped through all the Skrull's, knocking them to the ground.
I stood with my back Miss Marvel, regretting my choice of partner. Jan and I would have had much more fun. A Skrull launched itself at us and Carol took it down.
"Are we even now?" she spat. I almost laughed in her face.
"No!" I cried, losing an arrow at the Ant Man-Skrull that was about to jump her. Jan zipped past the both of us, firing like crazy. It seemed none were safe from her stings. Then the Panther-Spider Man-Skrull caught her. I paused, waiting to see if I should fire when yellow light flared from his hands.
He opened them and Jan jumped out, returning to her normal size. She fired at him and I grinned. She was good.
Name: Janet Van Dyne
Codename: Wasp
9:58 am
A ringing filled the air and I clamped my hands over my ears. Hawkeye did the same next to me and I drunkenly flew close to him. I saw IronMan be taken down yet he yelled something at Thor who quickly took off.
'Fix it!' I wanted to scream. My eyes streamed and Hawkeye cowered beside me. That hurt more than the ringing.
The sound stopped and I breathed a sigh of relief. I looked at Hawkeye, my eyes filled with concern. He merely nodded and stooped to pick up his bow. I wanted to stop him, to hold him.
Then I realised what I was thinking and snapped out of it, focusing on the matter at hand. The two Captain America's battled it out, Carol and IronMan took out some of the Super Skrulls, I zapped one of them till he fell to the ground, Thor summoned the lightning from above and fried the remaining Skrulls as Cap delivered the death blow to Skrull-Captain America.
The Queen ran from Thor, hoping to escape. We blocked her path and panic filled her eyes. She began to babble about the prophecies once more before Carol shot her.
"Write that." She snapped. I grinned.
12:51 pm
I'd just got in the shower, the water soothing my aching muscles. Since we had to find out how the rest of the world was doing and how the clean-up was going to go, shower time had been pushed back.
But now I was finally in heaven. Steam filled the space and the scent of my shampoo was intensified because of it. Then suddenly the curtain was pulled open and I jumped around, covering the appropriate areas.
"Oh please." Said Clint, looking worse for wear. He stepped in; sweat still covered most of his body. He stepped under the warm spray, moaning as the water hit him. I was immediately reminded of all the times I'd made him make that sound. I smiled and slid my arms around him, our wet bodies rubbing against each other. He moaned again and I knew it was because of me this time. He spun, his hands running down my back. He spun us so I was under the water – I tilted my head back, letting the water wash the shampoo from my hair. I heard Hawkeye murmur something and I looked at him with confusion. He kissed me, our bodies pressing together, the water causing new friction. Clint then pulled away and I almost whimpered, not wanting him to stop. "I'll let you enjoy your shower, Waspy."
My eyes narrowed as he quickly opened the curtain. I shot a gentle zap at his bum before he could escape me. I giggled at his exclamation of "ow!"
10:30 am
I relaxed in the bath, candles lit, soft music playing. I sighed, eyes closed. My thoughts immediately drifted to Hawkeye. He was out helping Cap' and IronMan move the villains to a more secure set up. I'd offered to go with them but Hawkeye had 'accidently' let slip that I'd hurt my shoulder in Wakanda. IronMan then forbid me from helping and had JARVIS schedule an appointment with Jane.
I had almost shot Hawkeye.
But I knew his heart was in the right place and I probably couldn't afford to injure myself more if something went wrong today. And knowing that some members of the Serpent Society were involved it probably would.
The only downside to this was that my worry was sky-rocketing. I was freaking out because Hawkeye was gone and I wasn't there to help him if something went wrong.
And in some weird way, I missed him. Quite a bit. I really wanted to curl up in one of our beds and watch some movies.
"Miss Van Dyne," said JARVIS. "There has been a cave-in in the city. Captain America, Spiderman, the prisoners and a number of civilians are trapped below. Hawkeye is on the scene and Ironman and Thor are on their way. IronMan requested you be brought up to date but that you remain in the Mansion." I sat up, water going everywhere.
Tony wanted me to stay in the mansion when the people I love were in danger?
"JARVIS I'm going to that cave-in." I said, standing and reaching for my towel.
"All of the doors have been locked and all window access is denied. There is no way you can get out." JARVIS said a matter of fact-ly. I growled.
Damn Tony. Damn the bloody Avengers.
"Fine. When is my appointment with Jane?" I snapped, pulling on my robe, my towel hanging on the warmed rack.
"11:20 am. She said she may get here early though." JARVIS supplied. I nodded and left the bathroom. I sighed, even more worry rocking through me. Worry for the Captain – the public and press were giving him a hard enough time at the moment. Worry for IronMan and Thor, going into danger unknown. And most of all worry for Clint. I knew he would keep his cool though – there would a myriad of sarcastic comments, with some swearing involved but everyone would be safe. He would keep them all safe.
'Just like he is keeping you safe by making you stay here and see Jane,' said a sudden voice in my head. I stopped, pausing at my door.
Why was Clint doing that? Why would he care so much? I mean, sure we slept together and we were close but there was nothing there – was there?
I shook myself and walked into my room. Slowly I planned my outfit, thinking of when Hawkeye got home.
Wait, what was I doing? Was I planning my outfit because of Hawkeye? I couldn't – that would – I used to – I used to do that for Hank – I couldn't be doing that for Clint…
I thought back to the night when Clint had surprised me in my apartment – the night I had wanted to say that I loved him. I had pushed that memory away, forced myself not to think about that night. I couldn't love Hawkeye.
I finished getting dressed and sat at my dressing table, brush in hand. The simple rhythmic movement soon allowed my mind to wander…
Sadly it went to Clint and my heart raced. I thought about all the things he'd ever done for me, I thought about all the things we'd done together – all the sex, all the movie and game nights, all the workout sessions – and how much I trusted him. He truly was my best friend.
I'd lost one best friend – I couldn't lose another one.
I couldn't love Clint.
9:02 pm
"I will repeat the derogative: where is location of Captain America's shield? Tell me or be destroyed." The weird robot man opened his fist and I tried to sit up. My body ached from how his hand had clamped around my body.
"Not… gunna happen…" I tried to spit out. My breath was still shaky and I could almost feel bruises appearing. The green and yellow guy looked at me strangely before his hand clamped around me again. He swung me and I felt dizziness hit me. Then suddenly something a lot worse than dizziness hit me – it felt as if he had slammed his hand against a concrete wall.
"Stop! Please!" I heard Jane yell as unconscious tried to take over me. "Please don't hurt her. They took the shield to Africa. To Wakanda." I felt worry grip me just as much as the pain was – don't send this guy to Africa – Hawkeye was there. Clint could get hurt. This guy was serious trouble. "Now, let her go." Jane's voice was shaky but strong. Sisterly love for her suddenly erupted – we needed to get this chick some super powers.
I felt myself move and the hand unfurled from around me. I fell to the ground with a dull thud. I had no energy or will power to get up. I barely heard the green and yellow guy as he listed off his mission objectives. (Had I been paying more attention then I might have saved the guys a lot of trouble… best we don't tell them that.)
Then suddenly, everything ripped and tore around me and Jane screamed. I wished for Hawkeye, wished for him to come and save me. I wanted scream for him to come and help us, to come and help me.
And then I blacked out.
9:16 am
The heavy blackness that had engulfed me lifted. I coughed out the dust in throat and lungs, my body still aching with bruises. I looked around – part of the Mansion was destroyed.
Tony was going to be pissed.
"You had me worried there." Said Jane, leaning over me. Her blue eyes were wide and I knew she would have been panicking.
I couldn't think of that though. I had my team to worry about.
"Cap'." I said, dumbly. "We've got to warn Cap'." I tried again. My fist glowed with energy as I grew to normal size. Jane looked at me with confusion while I pulled out my ID Card. I had to get in contact with them, I just had to.
I needed to know that Hawkeye was okay.
Wait, what?
"Cap'? Can you hear me? Is anybody there? Thor? Black Panther? Anyone?" I began to panic when no one answered. What happened to them?
Name: Clint Barton
Code name: Hawkeye
4:23 pm
"Wasp." I said pulling out my ID Card. "Hawkeye."
"Clint- you good?" came her worried voice. I wanted to smile at her caring but I kept my cool.
"Always. I found your Vision guy – just dropped a big rock on him… And, it didn't do anything to him at all." My voice lost its casual cockiness as the Vision walked out of the rock, completely unharmed. "Great." I sighed. Jan would be hearing this – she would know I was in danger. I worried for her – knowing her loyalty to the team she might be going a little crazy right now.
I hoped her loyalty to me was a little bigger and she might be going a little more crazy too.
Why do I think these things? Especially at times like this…
My bow disappeared from my hand and rage flooded through me.
"You're gunna pay for that." I lunged at the guy, punching, kicking – but to no avail. I paused, waiting to see he would attack. His fists collided with me and I flew toward the steps. My back cracked as I smashed into them and I let out a gasp of pain.
I couldn't move.
Name: Janet Van Dyne
Code name: Wasp
5:34 pm
I sat with Jane, bandaging her arm. There was no scary movie this time, no popcorn. Just the destroyed bit of the Mansion and us.
The boys had returned (with Black Panther) and were currently telling IronMan what happened – the Mansion thing and what happened in Wakanda.
"Jane, I know you're a paramedic and all. And you're totally fearless which is so awesome but maybe you should really think twice about dating a super hero. It might be bad for your health. Really bad." I emphasised. Jane looked away, eyes sad.
"Thank you Jan." she said before getting up and walking away. I sat quietly by myself in the dark.
I'd never felt so alone or cold before. Hank was gone – Hulk was still locked up. IronMan was sorting out his issues. Panther was now back but he was a difficult one to talk to. Steve was still somewhat dealing with the repercussions of the Skrull's actions. Carol was off doing S.W.O.R.D. business, still dealing with the clean up after the Skrull invasion. And Thor could have to disappear to Asgard at any random time.
Clint and I seemed the only permanent members of the team. But even he sometimes acted weird around me.
I shut my eyes as emotion I wasn't prepared to deal with hit me. I felt so alone. Tears seeped out from under my lashes.
I don't know how long I sat there, silently crying, tears streaming. I shivered from the cold air, my body shaking with pain and sobs. I sat there, re-evaluating everything and finally facing the one thing I couldn't before.
My feelings for Hawkeye.
Clearly, I liked him more than a friend. And we definitely didn't have a brother-ly/sister-ly bond. That left only one alternative, an alternative that had crept up on me and shown its face out of nowhere.
I was in love with him.
My worry for him, my enjoyment of his caring for me. Our secret little moments – my remembering his favourite meal despite him only talking about it once. Only Clint knew about my chemise and about some of my other dirty secrets. But he also knew about my other secrets.
Little things about my childhood that didn't really seem important. Stupid stuff about video games that no one else would care about.
I had to admit it to myself.
'You love him,' said a quiet voice in my mind.
It's true – I'm in love with Clint Barton.
I am fucking screwed.
"Hey you," came his voice. I looked up to see Clint cautiously making his way through the rubble towards me. I hoped he wouldn't be able to tell I had been crying.
"Hi," I said softly. Clint looked at me for a second once he'd sat down. We sat in silence for a while, enjoying the peace.
"Want to sleep in my bed tonight?" he asked. I breathed a sigh of relief.
"Please," I murmured, resting my head on his shoulder.
He gently pressed a kiss to my forehead.