Confused
"All I wanted was a nice simple week. Get Clara, go home, and be done with it, but no. What's the fun in that?" Clint mumbled to himself, "Now I'm involved in a criminal conspiracy that involves a murderer, a director of a massive agency, and an archer who is way to curious for his own good."
The halls of the SHIELD base were quiet, too quiet. Every foot step seemed to echo like thunder through the hallways, but Clint wasn't worried about that. At the moment he was running, hoping to save the mans life in front of him.
Dean Winchester's broken body was still strapped in the wheelchair Clint was pushing. The handcuffs were the only thing keeping his body in the chair.
After Fury/Saymon had left the room, Clint had snuck down from the vents. He had watch the entire incident between him and Dean, and was in a bit of shock. It was obvious that Fury had involved not only himself, but all of SHIELD in some sort of gang war between this Crowley figure and Abaddon.
By time Clint had reached the Winchester he was half dead. Cuts tore through the boys skin, his eyes were swelled shut. His pulse was there, but barely.
As gently as he could, Clint maneuvered Dean into a more comfortable position on the chair, then he proceeded to push the chair out the door and into the hallway. Listening carefully for anyone coming, Clint took off in a sprint. LThe faster he got to his car, the faster he would be able to get Dean and Clara to safety. His bow was easily accessible on his back if he needed it, and he hoped he didn't.
They were only a few meters from the exit when a roar came from deep within the building. A roar that could only belong to one thing. The Hulk was out. Almost instantly the lights shut down, letting the emergency lights illuminate the halls.
Agent Barton had to make a choice. The door to the outside world was only a few feet away, but if The Hulk had managed to make it outside, there was no way to defend both him an Dean. If they stayed in the building and The Hulk was still inside, they would be sitting ducks.
Pulling the chair to a stop away from the door, Clint grabbed his bow and knocked a smoke bomb arrow. He slowly pushed the door open and stepped out cautiously. The parking area was quiet. His car sat by the other exit. No one was in sight.
He let the strings on his bow relax, seeing that there was nothing there. He stepped back towards the door, ready to grab Dean and go, when the roof exploded. Debris flew down from the sky as Clint dived into a fetal position, protecting his head.
When he looked up, Kevin Tran was holding up the other Winchester, staring down The Hulk.
"Bruce!" Clint yelled, dusting pieces of the roof off of himself, "Bruce!"
The Hulk turned to look at him, the anger fading in his eyes. The green head turned slightly sideways, staring at Clint.
Leaving his bow on the ground and standing up, Clint gently began to talk to Bruce, "It's ok Bruce, it's me Clint! We're friends remember? Do you remember the itching powder prank that we pulled? We filled one of Tony's suits with itching powder and he was mad for a week!" The Hulk's eyes softened even more.
The green man turned around. He faced Clint's car, which was beyond crushed. The Hulk ripped of the chunk of roof crushing the car, and gently reached inside. An unconscious Clara was resting in The Hulks green hands. The Hulk moved in front of Clint and gently place Clara on the ground.
She was covered in cuts and bruises. Her left leg was obviously broken, and blood was seeping from a cut on her forehead.
The kid, Kevin, looked horrified. He was shaking, barely managing to hold up Sam. His eyes were filled with fear.
Clint looked back at Clara and Bruce, before walking over to Kevin. Each step he took forward, Kevin took one back.
Putting his hands in a surrendering position, Clint kept walking forward addressing Kevin, " It's going to be ok kid, I'm one of the good guys. Your friend, Dean, he's just inside the building." He paused in front of Kevin and Sam, "Can I help you with Sam?" The boy stopped and thought for a second before nodding his head yes.
Clint stepped forward and put his arm under Sam's. He lifted the weight off of Kevin.
"Thank you-" Kevin barely got the words out of his mouth before the sound of several guns broke the quiet air.
Both Kevin, and Clint hit the ground, hoping to avoid the bullets whizzing through the air. The Hulk on the other hand ran towards the gun fire, literally roaring with anger.
"Stay down!" Clint yelled over the gun fire, army crawling towards his bow.
He didn't know who could be shooting at them. SHIELD might be, but they should have been smart enough not to make The Hulk any angrier. The government was with them last time he checked, so that left very few people.
Clint drew an explosive arrow and launched it into the crowd of gun fighters. The conversation he had overheard with the not Fury, and Dean suddenly came back to him
"Kevin!" Clint yelled across the parking lot, "Who's Abaddon?"
Kevin looked at Clint oddly, "She's a knight of hell..." His eyes widened as he figured out what was going on, "They're demons! You need to exorcise them!"
"And how do I do that?" Clint let loose another explosive arrow.
Clint watched as Kevin took a deep breath before standing up and yelling at the top of his lungs, ""Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica. Ergo, omnis legio diabolica, adjuramus te cessa decipere humanas creaturas, eisque æternæ perditionìs venenum propinare..." Guns dropped to the ground as the people held their heads in pain, screaming. This didn't seem to faze Kevin as he continued in the now quieter air, "Vade, satana, inventor et magister omnis fallaciæ, hostis humanæ salutis... Humiliare sub potenti manu Dei; contremisce et effuge, invocato a nobis sancto et terribili nomine... quem inferi tremunt... Ab insidiis diaboli, libera nos, Domine. Ut Ecclesiam tuam secura tibi facias libertate servire, te rogamus, audi nos!" On the last word the people shooting at them dropped to the ground, black smoke escaping their lips and fading into the sky. The bodies lay unmoving after that.
The Hulk looked surprisingly calm, and he stalked away, hopefully he would return as Bruce. Kevin looked stunned. He just stood there, rocking in the breeze. Clara was still out cold, and Sam looked like had was waking up.
Clint walked towards the bodies that littered the ground, trying to figure out what had happened. All of them were wearing SHIELD uniforms, and branding SHIELD weapons. These were his friends. Now they lay unmoving, cuts and burns everywhere. Their faces were still recognizable, at least some of them. He recognized Tommy, a new agent who had wanted to gain respect from the older agents. Alice, she had three kids waiting for her to come home. Mason, they had been friends for years.
Leaning over Mason, Clint sighed. He gently closed his old friends eyes, feeling an overwhelming sensation of sadness. He and Mason had met when they were twenty. They were both fairly new at SHIELD, and kind of lost in all the chaos. Between the two of them though. They had found a way together. They were best friends for years, but had gradually grown apart. He hadn't see Mason in almost six months. Clint had been planning to catch up with him, but hadn't been able to find the time.
Standing up to leave, Clint noticed something. A bullet wound was sitting on top Mason's heart. Crouching back down, Clint gently moved the cloth around the bullet wound, examining it carefully. He couldn't have got it from any of them, no one was shooting any guns. Maybe it was friendly fire?
Suddenly Clint stopped moving, the blood around the wound was crusted. That meant that the wound was old, as in he should have been dead before he started shooting at him.
Swallowing hard Clint walked back to the Winchester and Kevin, trying to figure out what was going on. Aliens, the walking dead, and blood rituals all in less than a week.
How the hell was SHIELD going to recover from this?
A/N: Well, since this story is beginning to come to a close (Two, maybe three chapters left!) I am proud to announce I have an idea for my next fan-fiction! Lets just say some characters from the Percy Jackson series will be involved... Thanks so much for reading!