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Avenge Me
Epilogue
Clint Barton stood staring into the reflected sky that went straight on up into oblivion. It was a cool day, not too hot or too cold despite the winter that threatened to come in only a few month's time. He had a light jacket on over his flannel long sleeve. It seemed enough to stave off a potential chill. His hands found their ways half into his jean pockets.
"You sure about this?" he asked.
Beside him, Tony leaned on the bed of the resurrected pick-up truck he'd finished repairing. Clint was right, the entire motor had been flooded out. He even had to send off for a new one, not an easy task with the model being half the age of Tony himself. Cooper put in his own two hands to fix the old beast. Clint enjoyed just watching them. It seemed no matter where he went, there was a braniac waiting to greet him.
Tony tilted the straw hat he'd procured in Clint's barn, back and off his eyebrows. A long grain of wheat, supplied from the roadside, worked between his teeth in a slow circle. Clint knew it was a play at making fun of his little hidden farm, but didn't pander to it.
Tony said, "Way I see it, no man, plane, train, or alien can come within fifty miles of this place without you knowing. By air, sea, or otherwise."
Clint lifted the sensor in his hand and looked it over. The retrofitted monitor seemed simple enough to use. He planned to have Laura look after it. She tended to have better luck with new tech than he did.
"And, if any of the above even make it to this point, they have nothing to find." Tony pushed off the truck bed and ran his hand over the simulated scenery in front of them. Where Clint's home might have once been seen down a long, dirt paved drive into the woodland, now that roadway stopped at the "closed" sign. A few feet behind that, a massive tree, supplied by Thor, seemed to block the way entirely. What was once the only entrance to the Barton family ranch was now a destroyed plot of roadway leading to a sky-high hologram.
"You said it's based off the Aven-jet stealth mode. How do I know they can't still find their way in?" Clint asked.
"Well, a meteor could always fall from the sky at a perfect ninety degree angle and hit your house out of the four jillion other trajectory locations it might had taken instead," Tony replied. He observed his handiwork proudly. "You've got your fortress, sans moat."
"Moving the driveway to higher ground was a good plan. I couldn't have done that alone."
"Yeah, well, at least now you'll have no excuse to flood your engine unless another Hurricane Sandy blows through." Tony turned away from the old road and headed into the truck cab. He waited as Clint took a final look at the holographic dome.
The feat was a brain child brewed in engineering genius and a late night movie-thon. Tony happened to see an old copy of The Shadow and watched as a character managed to make an entire skyscraper in New York disappear simply by a little mental trickery. The other half of his plan belonged solely to Pepper Potts. She had an unhealthy obsession with Once Upon a Time and he was constantly inundated with the show's fantasy while she sat up in bed, gripping her digital pad. Once Upon a Time made an entire town disappear.
Tony didn't have mystics, magic, or a good CGI artist. He did have his stealth jet technology and everything he'd ever learned about field manipulation on the Helicarrier. It took him four days, longer than he projected, but he finally ended up with a product he was proud of. He started the instillation ahead of the Barton family's return home. By the time they arrived, the bulk of it was finished, tweaked, the trees were projecting on the ground and no longer the sky, and the new road way cleared.
Bruce contributed to the proceedings not only in the fabrication, but he created half the roadway himself with a glorious wrecking ball smash. Thor went along behind him to even out the rough edges and Natasha followed last to get the doctor back. Steve, Laura, the kids, Pepper, and Hill remained back at the house while Tony and Clint surveyed the work. The cleanup still had a long way to go.
Clint turned away from the handiwork and climbed back into the cab beside Tony. He turned the engine over, satisfied at the guttural clunk-clunk of its pistons firing to life. Slipping the old diesel into gear, he pulled the front around and headed back down the opposite end of the road way.
"It's good," Clint said after a time.
"Glad you approve," Tony said.
"I couldn't have come up with something like that. I don't even know how you did it. But thank you."
Tony propped his foot on the center dash and pulled the seatbelt away from his chest. They passed a road-side memorial on the right. Someone placed a wooden cross out with a few stuffed toys, a bouquet of flowers, and on the post beside it was a hand-written poster board reading "World's Best Mom". Tony swallowed back his emotion. He knew Clint had seen it on the way up, even if he didn't say so.
"I wrote to her family for you," Tony said.
Clint's hands flexed on the steering wheel. Tight skin slid over cracking knuckles.
"Explained it as best as I could put the blame on Fury. Left your family out of it. Stacy picked him up, wanted to help. Called someone she thought could have helped. Since she recognized his picture, that meant she called us. They killed her for it. I said she did the right thing. Only wanted to help. Innocent bystander."
Silence dropped between them again. Clint flicked on the truck's turn signal and spun the wheel toward the new entrance to his home. From the outside, no one could tell there was a driveway at all. Holograms of an unending woodland blocked it from view. They drove right into the side of a fake tree to start along the winding path. The truck dropped down into the soft packed dirt and began to climb up a hill side. Clint guided them slowly over the serpentine trail, passing through three more hidden entrances before catching sight of the house.
Clint didn't answer him until they reached it. "I want to send them something. Help them get by. Stacy was a big provider for their family. She's got a good husband. He was in Iraq for five years before he lost his leg. I don't want them hurting."
"Fury handled that before I tried to," Tony said. "The kids wanted to leave. Father did too. Old and Leathery helped relocate them."
Clint pulled the truck along side Laura's car and shut the engine down. He sat back against the driver's seat and stacked his hands on the steering wheel. "Cooper will need to know about that from me. Her son was a good friend of his."
"He's a good kid."
Clint looked over at him.
"For a child, I mean. For a little, you know, mini you. He's ok. And I guess not that horrible to be around."
Clint continued to stare. Tony didn't look up but did nervously escape his seat belt. Slowly a smile spread on Clint's lips. "I never thought I'd be good at this kids thing. In fact, I had my first panic attack of my life when Laura told me she was pregnant. Now it's . . . well it's not old hat. It's never that. But I think we've got a good swing of things with two kids down."
"That baby's going to come fast."
"Not too fast. We've got another month yet. Enough time for me to re-buy all the stuff Hydra destroyed in the baby room. Laura got this special new crib from some place she's always liked online. I think it took me a week to figure out the instructions. Even with Cooper, it was another two before the thing went together." Clint shook his head. "Toss the place, fine, search all you like. But don't smack my kid around and don't break my stuff."
Laura stepped out onto the porch, letting the front door swing shut behind her. She braced her hand over her brow and squinted into the truck cab.
"Think we're being summoned," Clint said, reaching for the door handle.
"Clint?"
He stopped.
"You want to quit on us . . ." Tony stopped, shaking his head. He angled his body a little to face the archer. Clint let go of the door handle and waited. "I didn't mean to say "quit". I mean If you want to stop running with us. Leave the insanity behind and focus on what you have here, I'd understand. I can't really understand because I don't have what you do, but you know what I mean."
Clint cocked his head. "What? Leave? What are you talking about? I might need some time off when Nathanial's born to help get him settled in, but I'm not leaving the Avengers. Whatever gave you that idea?"
Tony appeared genuinely surprised. "Bruce was talking with . . . he said . . . I guess he took it wrong."
"He talked with who? With Laura?"
Tony nodded, glancing her way but not for long.
Clint sighed. "Yeah, he took it wrong. Laura supports what I do but it worries her. Scares her. Tony, she saw me get shot on that mission. That was something she'd never had to face before now. She doesn't know the team like I do and maybe that's my fault. She's worried, especially after your threw me into a wall and Thor smashed my knee, that you don't have my back. She's scared one day I'll just get left behind or something. I try to tell her it wont happen but—"
Tony began nodding. "Yeah, well, I think we might have convinced her a little."
"Why do you say that?"
Tony thought of the night, only a few days ago, when he walked in on Laura's nightmares. He remembered the look she'd given him, right before she spilled her secrets fears out. She had analyzed him. Tested him. And somehow found him worthy.
"Clint?" Laura asked from the porch.
"Never mind," Tony said offhandedly. He pushed his door open and climbed out of the cab. Confused, Clint eventually followed him out.
Laura smiled at them. "Sorry if I interrupted your moment."
"Moment? We don't have moments. We have manly conversations and beat our chests." Tony mounted the steps and planted a kiss on the cheek she aimed at him. He headed into the house.
"It was a small moment," Clint said, kissing her opposite cheek. His face lit up as he glanced in the front door. "Hey, I can see the floor!"
Laura laughed as they headed in. Natasha had a trash bag full of shattered items. She moved past him to deposit it, along with the others, on the front porch. Steve walked by with the living room couch over his shoulder and set it down by the far wall. Bruce stacked the broken portraits in a cardboard box he'd come across.
"I found four dishes, one cup, and six bowls that somehow evaded destruction," Laura said, coming in behind her husband. She indicated the line up on the open space above the kitchen sink. They were all made of plastic.
Clint chuckled. "Well, it's something to eat off of."
"Oh, and speaking of that, we're having dry cereal with a side of moss and cardboard for dinner. We'll have to eat it with chopsticks. I can't find a single one of our spoons."
"I think that means we're going for takeout," Steve said. "As appealing as moss and cardboard sound, I think I might prefer Chinese."
"I have the chopsticks!"
Clint chuckled, looking around. His house wasn't perfect. It sort of never was if his constant need to improve the place served as indication. Laura already planned to dip into the savings and start remodeling the kitchen, and the bathroom, and the . . . every room really.
Maria plodded down the stairs with Pepper and Cooper.
"Hey, dad! It took like, forever, but I think my room might be clean. And I found this in it," Cooper walked over and dropped a handful of shell casings into Clint's hand. The archer attempted to hide the horror on his face and placed them into his pocket.
Cooper looked at Tony. "Friday downloaded all the books I could find. It's working really good too. The control systems are awesome!"
Clint's eyebrow lifted and he turned to Stark. Tony shrugged and pointed at Bruce.
"Oh, me?" Bruce asked, picking up on their looks. He slid the box of photos beside the sofa. "It's an old system I fixed up. See Friday runs independently of the JARVIS mainframe. She's programmable, and kind of acts like a personal assistant in a way. She's not traceable. I keep her on a flash drive for emergencies."
"She reads all my books dad!" Cooper exclaimed, displaying the Tony Stark-like cell phone for him to see. The child scanned the bar code on the back of his book, and Friday sorted through her virtually limitless matrix. A few seconds of waiting later, the book cover scrolled across her holographic screen. A kindly voice with a touch of an accent began to read out loud.
"Diary of a Wimpy Kid, Chapter One…"
Clint leaned down a little to watch as the screen displayed the lines to the story, highlighting the words as it read.
"It's cool isn't it, dad? I can load anything I want and search for stuff too."
"It's not hooked up to any servers or wifi signals, Clint, so it's running off an internet download I made last night. You can bring it to the lab any time and update it if you need to," Bruce added.
"I'm gonna look up the rest of my stuff!" Cooper turned tail and thundered back up the stairs.
Clint watched him go and said nothing. Finally, he crossed the room, and stood in front of Bruce. "You don't know what you just did for him. You gave him something I couldn't. I've been saying thank you a lot to this team for the past couple weeks, but I mean it when I say it. Thank you, Bruce." Clint's gaze fell on the others, Pepper, Hill, Tony, Steve, Natasha, and lastly Bruce again. "For both me and Laura. For our family. Thank you for helping us."
"Uncle Steve! Aunty Nat! Aunty Maria! Aunty Pepper! Uncle Tony! Uncle Hulk! Momma! Daddy!" Lila went tearing through the back door, breathless with her pig tail braids streaming behind her. She stood in the center of the living room, bouncing from one foot to another. She'd found one of her princess nightgowns while attempting to clean her room, and was swishing the skirt from side to side. Thor's real helmet sat low on her head. The sheer size of it compared to her caused its rim to slip down over her eyes. She kept her head tilted slightly back to see out from beneath it.
"Guess what, guess what, guess what!" she announced.
Clint knelt down. "What's up, my little arrow?"
"Uncle Thor got me something! It's a surprise and he won't show me, but it's something and it's for me, and I'm so excited!"
Clint began to question her when the front door opened and the large Asgardian stepped inside. His red cape was drawn over the front of his chest, hiding a little parcel in his hands which was, most likely, the object of Lila's fancy. The child bounced on the balls of her feet. If she didn't see this surprise soon, she was libel to die.
"I have procured something that I believe will bring you the greatest joy!" Thor announced, his chest pushed out in pride. He winked at Bruce. Natasha and Steve looked curiously at the doctor, who only lifted his hands. He had no idea what all the pomp was all about.
With a flick of his wrist, Thor threw his cape over his shoulder and the little parcel came into full light. He held out his hand and Lila squealed.
"ODIN!" she raced up to him and took the tiny white kitten out of Thor's hand. The Asgardian's gift had been adequately wrapped, complete with a bow that was no less than twice the size of the kitten itself.
"Odin?" Thor asked in surprise. If he wasn't mistaken, it sounded as if the child had known the animal already and Thor had merely reacquainted two old friends.
"He's so cute! Daddy, isn't he cute! I love him!"
Clint tried very hard not to let his mouth drop open, or to shoot any untoward glares in Thor's direction in front of his daughter, but it remained a struggle. "Um, yeah . . . Of course he's cute. Little Odin . . . in my house . . . imagine that."
"I'm gonna go show Coop and make him up a bed, ok daddy?"
Clint's head bobbed up and down very slowly. "Yup. Go ahead. Go do that."
Laura rounded the kitchen bar and came into the living room. "Be careful when you hold, Odin. Remember how you hold your friend Samantha's kitten."
"I remember, momma." Lila boldly declared. She started for the stairs, stopped, returned to Thor, begged him to head down to her level, kissed him, and went back to the stairs. Little kitten Odin purred in her arms as she carefully, and slowly, carried him up to the second floor.
Clint didn't move until he heard the upstairs door close and Cooper suddenly exclaim, "A CAT!" Then Clint stood up, crossed the room, and puffed his body almost to the height of Thor.
"YOU'RE TRYING TO TURN MY LITTLE GIRL INTO A CRAZY CAT LADY?!" he cried, sticking an accusatory finger into the Asgardian's face.
Thor held up his arms in supplication. "I thought it was customary that young maidens, whose caregivers wish to repel suitors, adopt small mammals to suspend their attention from men. Was that not so, Banner?" The large Avenger looked imploringly at the doctor.
"Oh, no!" Bruce cried, "Nope, not getting dragged into this one. You are on your own, Thor."
"I'm guessing I missed the conversation where this was discussed," Laura announced, claiming their attention. Her gaze was on Clint. "When did we start the Lila-might-date worrying?"
"I didn't start it! Steve asked what I was going to do when Lila one day decided to bring some guy home, and Bruce said wouldn't it be funny to get her a cat, and—"
"Hey, I was totally joking when I said that!" Bruce defended, terrified that the blame from either Barton parent would soon deflect from Thor and be leveled at him.
"I am honestly terrified to think what happens if some drugstore cowboy shows up at your door," Steve said, shrugging.
"I'm joking." Laura closed in, letting her hands fall on Clint's shoulders. Behind him, Natasha was trying with all her might to stifle the hilarity. Steve had to turn away and sat down. His face was beat red. Hill visibly choked on her own laughter.
Laura went on, ignoring them. "We discussed getting them a pet now that they're getting older. And I think Odin is a very sweet gesture, Thor." She looked over her shoulder and reassured the Asgardian. "You know how she loves animals and maybe this will keep her from bringing home baby birds like last summer. Or that raccoon. Remember the raccoon?"
Clint, clearly, remembered the raccoon.
"That does not mean our little girl is going to turn into a shut in cat lover with forty three pets. Besides, I think you already have the best potential date deterrent in the world."
"Oh?" he asked.
"I don't know if you missed it or not, but Lila now has five uncles, three aunts, and a dad who never misses. If it makes you feel better, we can even get a sign on the door that says Daddyhawk with a gun, run now." She crossed her arms around his neck. "I think she's covered on all fronts."
"Daddyhawk?" he asked, scrupulously.
"Tony said it. I thought it was cute."
"So Tony dies next, is that the order? Thor then Tony?"
Laura kissed him and moved away. She indicated Steve. "Well, Uncle Steve, you getting this baby lady some Chinese food or you letting her starve?"
Steve sprung up to his feet. "Nope, got you covered. Ok if I take the truck?"
"Key's are in the cab." Tony told him.
"And hurry back, we've got a new mission to talk about," Hill stated, finally overcoming her contagious snickering. As attention fell on her, she explained. "That added assurance we were waiting for, with the base in Sokovia?" She waited to see that they understood what she meant."It finally came through. All sweeps seem to clearly indicate something is up there. The munitions we found in Eastern Europe were confirmed to be on route there. The gamma radiation is consistent too. We're as certain as we can be that Loki's scepter is there."
Laura glanced at her husband, hoping to read the emotions on his face. The last time they discussed tracking down the scepter when SHIELD fell, Clint decided to drink half a bottle of tequila on the front deck and refloor the bathroom. Being a father helped him overcome the things he'd done under that old influence. He didn't take getting exposed to it for a second time lightly. For now, he seemed calm.
"At long last," Thor said.
"Let me guess, Coulson?" Tony asked.
Hill shrugged. Cat was out of the bag anyway.
"When do we leave?" Natasha asked.
"Whenever you want. Plans are set, jet's fueled. Players are in place."
Laura stepped up beside Thor while the others discussed the particulars of timing. She asked the Asgardian privately, "Getting this back, it means you're going home doesn't it?"
"I suppose now it does," he replied, a little quietly. "I need not be gone very long. I may return as I wish."
The radiance that temporarily fell from her face, came back once more. She squeezed his arm, pleased. "I think Lila would like that."
"Surely I would as well."
"What are we liking?" Steve asked, approaching them on his way to the door.
"My chance to once again regale our young maiden with tales of elves and dwarves," Thor announced.
"Elves. I'm sure you've got elf stories." Hill said.
"Stories later, food first," Laura said, pointing to her bulging waist line. "I'm a patient lady, but this little man says he needs Chinese as of yesterday and a jar of dill pickles to go with it."
Steve grinned. "Yes, ma'am," he said. Laura blinked at his back, getting a vague recollection of Clint as he went away. She sometimes forgot Steve was actually a captain at one time, and had much the same military background that Clint had. She supposed she could forgive him for the coy term the way she gave Clint a pass also. It seemed strange to think she had two men in her life with such old soul mentalities.
The captain invited Thor along as he passed. The Asgardian smiled, agreed, and the two went out together.
"I better go with them. I doubt Steve knows his way around town and Thor might decide the truck's possessed and put a lightning bolt through the hood," Clint said. He paused by the still surprised Laura, gave her a one-armed hug, and began to follow. "Chicken teriyaki and soba noodles. You want egg rolls too, ma'am?"
It was like watching a set of twins walk off together. "Uh . . . ye-yes. Yeah. That's fine," she stammered, marveling at them.
"Pickles too. Got it." Clint waved his hand over his shoulder. Laura didn't wave back.
"I'm going too. If he doesn't come back with my egg foo yung gravy, I'll kick him in the knee," Tony said, chasing after them. He paused by the woman and deftly planted a goodbye kiss on her cheek. Laura wondered if he even realized he'd done it. The move had become casual between them, like two familiar, long time friends. Clint heard him coming and back peddled to kick the door open for Tony to pass through. Stark poked him in the side. Clint slapped him on the back, and like warring two-year-olds they tumbled down the front stairs laughing and joking.
"He remembered it the last time, Tony," Natasha said, not expecting them to hear her.
"Get me sweat and sour!" Pepper called.
"Me two!" Hill added.
"I'll remember them. Leave it to those four and they'll forget where they parked. Besides, now I want crab rangoon. And Tony might forget that on the principle that he doesn't think "cheese" and "fried" should exist outside mozzarella sticks." Bruce crossed the room and closed the door behind himself. He just managed to climb into the back of the truck bed beside Tony when Steve slid it into drive.
Laura watched the five of them drive off down the new lane together. Clint laughed at something Tony said, throwing his head back while Bruce merely smirked and shook his from side to side. Thor leaned out of the truck window, begging to join in on their joviality. Clint stole a branch from a passing tree and smacked him back into the truck with it, causing Tony to laugh instead. They maintained a picture of peculiar group harmony, a strange sort of camaraderie one might have never suspected in a team as diverse as theirs. Laura stood at the window as they rounded the first corner out of sight. She marveled at Clint's new dynamic around these men and women. She'd seen him on teams before. Years of SHIELD work prefaced his stay with the Avengers. Never had she seen this, though. The Avengers had actually become a second family to him. Not better than the one he had, just different. She didn't realize until that moment how much Clint truly needed that.
With a smile adorning her face, and a new outlook blooming in her heart, Laura returned to the guests she still had. Oddly enough, all female. It had been ages since she'd hosted a house party to anyone beyond Clint and her strict list of cleared personnel. Not only had Clint's circle of interests improved, Laura now had Pepper Potts, Maria Hill, and Natasha Romanov with which to converse. It was like stepping into a strange, new Real Housewives of Avengers Tower.
"Well," she said, crossing her arms and leveling a steely glare in Natasha's direction, "fancy that. All the guys took off in the truck and left us girls behind to talk about them." She arched an eyebrow. "All right, Nat, spill it. I want to know every dirty secret between you and Bruce Banner. And don't you dare start denying you've given him the "come-hither eyes"!"
The end.
To date, this book has received 410 reviews, 19,000 views, and 96 of you favorited it! Barton's Farm? Thank you for the C2 nomination. It is so sweet!
I'm so sorry this book had to end, but it was the right place to go. Stringing these out too long is a sure fire way to ruin them, and I didn't want that to happen here.I do hope you lived every moment, every twist and turn, and learned to give the Claura shippers a little breathing room too. I wanted this to be everything we wanted and didn't get from the movie, and I think I might have accomplished that.
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There are 3 I mention on my Author page (i think its three on there). If you follow me on Facebook, then you know the one getting my attention directly at this time, is my new "Western" which is not yet listed. here is the gist:
Clint Barton was once a shotgun rider for the Army before the end of the war. He put his skill to use working as a trick shooter in a traveling attraction all over the west, even playing the big cities. tiring of his life in side shows, he finds his way to a lonely little town, where the big name saloon owner is Tony Stark, Natasha Romanov is a show girl, Steve Rogers the sheriff, Bruce Banner the town doctor, and Thor is . . .well, he is Thor Odinson (or an elaborate lunatic). Together this team comes together in an unlikely assembly to protect their patch of earth from rowdy cowhands and an even greater evil. (It could be cheesy, but I think after this story, you can trust me to do right by our guys.)
again, I thank you, so very much, for everything you have done for me in this story. I was so happy to be a small, happy part, of your days:)