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Name: Clint Barton
Codename: Hawkeye
12:56 pm
"You shouldn't be going!" Jan yelled at me, eyes flaming.
"What?" I said, pulling on my right hand glove. I looked up at Jan, heart thrumming at her fierce stance.
"You're injured Hawkeye. You should not be going today." I refrained from rolling my eyes.
The Wrecking Crew had robbed a bank truck and the cops were struggling to hold them off. IronMan (who was now back with the team) had called myself, Thor and the Captain to come and help out. We were leaving soon.
Well, we were meant to be leaving soon. Jan had come in, raging fiercely, telling me I shouldn't be going.
And I had no idea why.
"You're still injured from Wakanda – you should not be going." I stopped and looked at Jan with confusion.
"How do you know about that?" I said, picking up my quiver.
"You told me!" exclaimed Jan, marching back and forth across the room.
"Jan, it's no big deal. I'll be fine. We've dealt with Wrecking Crew before – we'll get it sorted easily." I shrugged, now picking up the bow that IronMan had made for me after that Vision guy destroyed my last one.
"Clint." Said Jan. I looked at her again. She watched me seriously. I felt a sudden tension in the room. She walked around my bed and approached me.
"Be careful," she murmured, finally looking away. I suddenly wished I could stay with her.
"Hey," I lifted up her chin and gently kissed her. "I'll be fine, okay? But I have to go now. Okay?" Jan nodded and I kissed her forehead. "Don't wait up." I smiled and she laughed softly.
As I left the room I heard her sigh deeply.
Why should she not want me to leave? Jan had been fine with it before. She'd been fine with everything and anything before.
Her concern made me smile but it also made me wonder. I'd hid my feelings as best as I could but had she picked up on it? Jan was a lot smarter than she acted.
Or was it not me? Could she..? But she wouldn't. Couldn't.
I forced myself to focus as I flew out with IronMan and Thor. Jan would only be a distraction today.
8:24 pm
I made my way upstairs, grumbling about today. That Destroyer thing was bloody creepy.
And Thor had kind of been an arse about being mortal. I was mortal every single day and I did alright. He spends a few hours as one and suddenly all life in the history and future of ever is over.
"JARVIS, can you order me a pizza? Or some fries?" I said, walking along the corridor to my room.
"Pizza Hut is running slow today, sir. Would you prefer your normal order from McDonald's?" replied the AI.
"Yeah, whatever," I replied, opening my bedroom door. I was exhausted – dealing with whiny superheroes really took it out of me.
I had thought about finding Jan but JARVIS couldn't locate her in the Mansion. I left her be – clearly she didn't want to be found.
I flopped onto my bed – my muscles ached and my head hurt. I wanted fatty food and sleep. And maybe sex – if Jan showed up.
It was about five minutes later when there was a knock at my door.
'This had better be good.' I thought – my food was yet to arrive and I was starving. I got up slowly and they knocked at the door once more. I yanked the door open.
"Wha-" I began before seeing it was Jan, holding my order of MacDonald's in an extra-large bag – meaning the meal itself was extra-large. My face broke into a large grin and I pulled her into the room. She dropped the bag onto my bed and handed me my drink. I refused to take it, instead pulling her into my arms. "Thank you," Jan laughed softly in my ear.
"I didn't think bringing you dinner merited such a response but thanks." She walked over to the bed, her shoulders strangely tense.
"Everything okay?" I asked, joining her on the bed and pulling out my food.
"Of course," Jan smiled widely – I hoped it wasn't fake. Why would she lie to me? Had I done something wrong? "So, movie night tonight?" she asked. I nodded, biting my burger.
"For a little while." I winked at her and Jan laughed. I smiled and we spent the rest of the meal joking around. Soon enough her shoulders eased up and her smiles came easily. I was glad I could cheer her up, even if she wouldn't tell me if something was wrong.
Name: Janet Van Dyne
Codename: Wasp
9:56 am
"Miss Van Dyne, Captain America requests your presence in the Assembly room." Said JARVIS. I groaned and snuggled closer to Clint. After bringing him dinner last night, we chatted while we ate, watched about 10 minutes of a movie (which I don't even remember the title of... oops) and then proceeded to fool around. And now, after a night filled with dirty secrets, JARVIS was telling me the Captain needed me.
Ugh.
I was not in the mood for this.
"Miss Van Dyne, I must request you get up." Said JARVIS. I stifled a giggle.
I think that is the nicest way I've ever been told to get out of bed.
"JARVIS, please tell Cap' I'm not in the mood for getting up and that I will talk to him later." I murmured, hoping Clint didn't wake up.
Mind you, he was a pretty sound sleeper so it should be fine.
"Wasp today is the day that Whirlwind is being moved to 42. You assured the Avengers you would attend and assist if necessary. They are leaving in 20 minutes." I groaned again, this time rolling away from Clint.
"I'll be there soon," I said resentfully. I enjoyed my sleep – especially when I was in bed with Clint. It always felt safe. I looked over to the sleeping man – he looked so peaceful. Much more peaceful than he ever did when he was awake. I sat up and leant over, softly kissing his cheek.
I then got up and made my way around his room, picking up our clothes from the night before. His all went on the random chair he had (I still don't know why he has it) and mine hung over my arm.
"Where you going so fast, pretty girl?" came a sleepy voice from the bed. I looked over to Clint, half sitting up in bed. His muscles were taunt and tight. My stomach flipped, remembering how good those muscles felt against me.
"I've got to take a prisoner to 42 – boring S.H.I.E.L.D. stuff." I laughed and walked over to him. I kissed him on the mouth.
"Are you sure you can't stay?" he murmured once we broke a part. I half-growled at him.
"I wish," I kissed him again and walked from the room, praying no one was in the corridor.
As soon as I left the room, worry hit me. Had my feelings been apparent? Had he noticed? Did he think I was crazy?
Name: Clint Barton
Codename: Hawkeye
10:43 am
I sat, worried. Where the hell was Jan? The team wasn't meant to be this long – they should have been back hours ago.
I hate always hated the concept of 42. Hank and Mr Fantastic would have some serious answering to do if Jan was hurt. If she didn't come back.
I don't think I would be able to cope if she didn't come back. I would quite possibly go insane. When Widow betrayed me I still had a goal – to get answers from her, to get revenge. But if Jan was gone… there would be nothing. No next mission. No new bad guy to fight.
Shit, I was in deep. Deeper than I ever planned to go with Jan. I'd expected Hank to come back at some point and for her to call it quits, saying that he and her had made up.
True, I wouldn't have been happy about that but I would have dealt with it. But Hank never did come back and now, Jan and I were at this place.
I was madly in love with her and she had no idea. And I had no idea about how she felt about me.
And I so badly wanted to tell her how I felt. I so badly wanted to go the negative zone and drag her back here and confess my love to her.
Could I do that? What would happen if I did? How would she react? Why did the woman have to be so damn hard to read? I could not work out what she was feeling – I knew when she was over thinking, I knew when she was in pain, I knew when she wanted me to kiss her or touch her, I knew when she wanted to just watch movies and I knew when she needed to release of sex.
But for the life of me, I could not work out how she felt about me and I was driving me crazy.
And I have the feeling that the only way to find out is by telling her how I feel – it's just, the repercussions of that scare the shit out of me.
On the one hand, Jan feels the same and everything's lovely.
On the second hand, she freaks out and demands that one of us leaves the team and says she never wants to see me again.
On the third hand (I know we're only meant to have two hands but hey, I'm fucking a chick who can fly so shush), she is okay with the fact I'm in love with her and we keep doing what we're doing until she falls in love with me too.
All in all, not the best odds in the world.
At least from my point of view.
11:23 am
I had moved to the kitchen now and was eating some fries.
I think I have a serious addiction to fatty food. And coffee. But that's beside the point.
While I ate, I planned how I would bust into the negative zone and get Jan (and the other Avengers) out of there. Then suddenly the door opened and Jan walked in. I stood, a wide grin on my face. Jan smiled back at me. She looked tired and weary and I wished I could pick her up and carry her to her bed. I was about to rush over and hug her when the other Avengers walked in. I paused in my tracks and felt my face fall.
"What took you guys so long?" I snapped, not sounding the least bit authoritive, as I'd hoped.
"Oh shut up, Hawkeye." Said Miss Marvel, moving across to the coffee maker. My eyes narrowed and I longed for my bow. I would teach the stupid wench a thing or two. Jan subtly shook her head at me and I forced myself to relax.
"There were these bug… things; they attacked 42 – we had to destroy them all. With the help of the prisoners. Getting the villains back in their cells was the more difficult bit of the day." Joked Jan and I looked at her with horror.
"But… but the negative zone is devoid of life. There was meant to be nothing out there." I said, gaping like a fish. "That's why Ha- they put it there." I had gone to say Hank – that's why Hank put it there. But I knew it wasn't his fault – not entirely at least.
"It doesn't matter now. They were defeated in admirable battle." Said Thor, swinging Mjolnir. I nodded, still in shock.
"Is any one injured?" I asked, thinking of calling Jane in.
"We're all fine Hawkeye – the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents were very thorough when checking us over." Said Captain America.
"A little too thorough, if you ask me." Laughed Jan and jealousy flared within me. I prayed it didn't show on my face. I knew my jaw was tight and that my hands were balled into fists. Someone was bound to notice something. I needed to get out of there.
"I'm going to hit up the training room for a bit. I'll see you guys later." I left the room, leaving my fries behind.
12:15 pm
I attacked the bag, going through one of my more difficult routines. My eyes were trained on the bag, imagining the opponent darting around. I rattled off the quick round of punches, the bag shaking. I heard the door swing open and slam shut but ignored it.
I was covered in sweat. I went through the movements, repeating the sequence until I got it right – my muscles ached from the repeated movement. My head hurt from remembering the difficult patterns.
"Clint," said Jan softly. I kept punching, slapping, kicking. "Clint." She repeated a little more forcefully. "Hawkeye." She touched my shoulder and I instinctively reacted – I had her on the floor in seconds, now standing above her, chest heaving. Jan shrunk as I came to my senses. I stumbled backward, eyes wide. Jan reappeared in front of me; now back to her normal size. "Clint?" Jan's voice was careful, cautious. I knocked into the bag and spun, ready to attack. Jan reached out to me but then recoiled. I stumbled forward again and pulled the scared woman into my arms.
"I'm sorry," I whispered, nuzzling into her neck. I felt her nod against me. "I didn't, I didn't hurt you did I?"
"No, Clint… Are you okay?" she murmured, pulling away and looking me in the eye.
"You, you didn't come back. You didn't come back. I was scared because you didn't come back." I mumbled numbly, barely realising what I was saying. Suddenly I snapped back into my senses and pushed Jan away. She stumbled slightly and guilt plagued at me. "I'm sorry," I said, a little harshly.
Jan looked at me with wide eyes. I could tell I wasn't making any sense to her but I wasn't making any sense to myself right now. I wanted to tell Jan how I felt so badly it scared me but I was so scared that she would run away. What if she didn't feel the same way? What would I do then?
"Clint, stop. Breathe." I kept my eyes downcast and Jan lifted my head up with her hand. "Look at me. Hawkeye, breathe. You're okay, I'm okay. Everything's fine – I mean, you stink and desperately need a shower but other than that, everything's good, okay?" She stood on tiptoe and kissed my lips. I then fully comprehended what was happening and realised how crazy I'd been.
"I'm sorry." I murmured after she pulled away.
"It's fine, silly." She laughed, her eyes cheerful. "Now, I'm going for a shower, if you'd like to join me…" Jan turned and walked off slowly, her hips swinging. I hurried after her, grinning like a mad man.
So what if Jan didn't feel the same – she didn't know how I felt –
Well, at least I hope she didn't. With that outburst who could be sure.
Anyway, she didn't know how I felt and we still had this amazing relationship. I felt happy.
Name: Janet Van Dyne
Codename: Wasp
9:43 pm
I sat in front of my mirror, combing my hair happily and thinking of Clint. After his strange behaviour after the incident at 42, he'd been incredibly affectionate.
Who was I to complain?
I'd escaped to my penthouse for a night, needing a break from the Mansion. There was too many men there – Carol rarely stayed. And if Clint needed me, he knew where to find me.
I looked back up to the mirror and gasped – the Vision stood behind me.
"Vision," I stated, turning in my chair. He reached out a hand to me.
"Please do not resist." As he approached me I shrunk, flying behind him. "I have been ordered to subdue you without damaging you."
Damaging me? That's an odd way to put it… Who could he be working for?
I tensed, deciding to find out.
"Not damage me - well, thanks. 'Cause going to make this really easy." My stings encircled my wrists and I flew forward, attacking. The robot-man stumbled backwards, clutching his face. "What do you want with me? Who are you working for? And why would you combine green and yellow with your skin tone?" I demanded, firing madly.
I mean, seriously, green and yellow? Just those colours to begin with… Now is not the time.
I looped-the-loop and grew in front of Vision, punching him with my sting still around my hand. He flew back into my mirror.
On the plus side, Clint's training has been paying off.
On the down side, Tony was gunna kill me - that mirror had cost a lot.
"You – you should not have done that." There was a slightly more human quality to the Vision's voice and I paused. Before I could do anything, the laser from between his eyes shot out and burnt my shoulder.
I resisted the urge to call out for Clint – bad guys use that shit against you – as I fell to the ground, clutching my seared skin.
"I did not mean – Error. I have deviated from my programming. What is happening to me?" I barely heard the Vision as he stood above me. The pain was too much.
Name: Clint Barton
Codename: Hawkeye
10:26 pm
I woke from to see a state of chaos before me. Cap' was crouched on the floor; Miss Marvel was walking forward, her fists glowing with Kree energy. The rest of the Avengers broke free. Copies of us stood across the floor with Ultron. Tony walked to the table and put on his mask.
"Avengers, pick a robot and take it down."
"Unacceptable." Said Ultron – he pointed to us. "Synthezoids, contain the humans." They rushed toward us and Wasp jetted forward. It was then that I noticed the red mark on her shoulder. It looked she had been burned.
What the hell had happened? Was it the Vision? Ultron? I knocked an arrow, blood surging. I wouldn't fire until Jan was out of the way but my god, whoever hurt her was going to pay. I watched as she zipped around, dodging the ammunition fired by Robot-Tony. Damn that girl could move.
Then she did the strangest thing – she fired at the unconscious Thor who lay on the ground. IronMan fired at the Robot-Thor, while Miss Marvel rose in the air. Lightning crackled through the air and Mjolnir split through the roof. It knocked the Robot-Thor's head off and shot to Thor's hand, lightning still crackling. He rose slowly. Thor shot lightning at the rest of the robot and it exploded before falling to the ground.
Thor then began destroying all of the robots while I glanced around; making sure no one was attacking me or Jan. I had to keep her safe. I saw Robot-Miss Marvel dropping down to attack Thor – I fired three arrows in quick succession and the machine exploded. I couldn't help my grin. The real Miss Marvel dropped down beside me.
"Nothing personal." I said, smirking as she glared at me. We all stalked towards Ultron, knowing what we had to do. Destroy the robot once and for all. Thor slammed his hammer against Ultron's chest to no avail.
I swear to god, had he been human, Ultron would have been smirking. We continued to fire, despite Ultron's defiance. I heard Jan cry out in pain and I uttered a soft growl. I really hate Ultron – trust Hank to have been the one to create him.
Then the Vision guy appeared out of nowhere and thrust his hand into Ultron's chest.
"No, I will not allow this." Vision switched hands, the other one sticking into Ultron's head. As he pulled away, Ultron's head spun around and he sent an intense amount of red energy at the Visions head.
I'm glad I wasn't on the end of it.
"I see now that you, my first creation, were a failure." Ultron turned his whole body around and I tried not to gag. Robot or not, that shit is weird. I looked to Jan, hoping she was okay. "Failure will not be tolerated." Damn, this guy really shits me.
"I did not fail." Said the Vision in a voice unlike his normal one. "I achieved my objective – your head is now unlocked from your body." Ultron recoiled.
"Unacceptable." Before Ultron could do much more, Thor attacked – Ultron's head flew across the room, slamming into the wall, leaving a dint. The body fizzled and crackled as I approached Thor.
"Nice shot." I said.
"It was satisfying indeed." Thor watched the smoking body while I gripped my arm, looking for Jan. My eyes always seemed to be scouting for her – to make sure she was okay and to see if she was looking for me.
"What's his body doing?" she asked fearfully, her shoulder still red. Tony held his chest plate and I knew we would have to get him back to his lab soon. He rambled something science-y – before he could explain himself, Ultron's body shook and jumped around. Tony covered us in a shield. Ultron exploded, flames sprouting everywhere. I felt arms around me as pieces of the roof fell – Miss Marvel lifted me up.
I'd never noticed it but she had a pretty good body.
Don't worry, I still love Jan.
"Where's Cap'?" I demanded, when Tony landed outside with Jan in his hand. I wanted to take him from her and hold her close.
I really need to get a hold of myself.
Cap' emerged from the fiery building, the Vision in his arms. He set him down on the ground and we all crowded around.
"Vision, you saved all of us." Murmured the Captain. "Why? Why did you do it?" Vision joltingly raised his head. Cap' rested a hand underneath his hand.
"Ultron created me to be perfect. He thought that meant less human, to be cold and unfeeling. I wish to be perfect. But I believe that means to be more human."
We were all silent at the robot's words – Jan looked down solemnly and I longed to hold her. She looked so sad. The Vision seemed to die – I knew he couldn't but that's how it seemed. The feeling of grief and death encircled us.
11:45 pm
I lay in bed, alone, staring at the ceiling. I was thinking about what the Vision had said. And to what I had thought a few days ago – about my feelings for Jan. I had been thinking that I shouldn't tell her. That I just let my feelings run their course.
I couldn't imagine my feelings going away though. It felt like they were permanently affixed. I was in too deep. There was no going back now.
And the Visions words had struck me hard – "He thought that meant less human, to be cold and unfeeling." Was that what I was trying to achieve? A lack of emotion? I'd tried that in the past and look at where it had got me – betrayed by the person who I was closest to.
I knew I had to tell Jan; there was some deep seated need within me.
She had to know because telling her would make everything fall into place.
Author Note: Hi all, I have been in a bit of a predicament - I can't decide whether to end the story here and then post one or two chap's of epilogue OR write 4 more chapters (taking us to the end of season two of Earth's Mightiest Heroes) and then one or two chap's of epilogue. If you could, please review with what you'd prefer. Also, let me know what you think of the chapter - this one isn't quite was I expected it to be. Enjoy :)x