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Clint, post-Civil War
(Anonymous) 2017-06-19 02:31 am (UTC)(link)FILL: After The War (1/?) (What Clint is up to post-Civil-War)
(Anonymous) 2017-06-19 02:36 am (UTC)(link)____________________________________________________________________________
The first thing he does when those cell doors open is run right past Cap and head for the hallway where he last saw the guards dragging off a bound and collared Wanda.
Five days they have been locked up, and he hasn’t heard anything from the girl since her last frightened scream of his name.
Unconscious guards litter the halls – Steve having already made his way through – and Clint jumps the bodies without slowing his pace as he finds an elevator and goes down a floor, not bothering to wait for backup. When the doors open, he darts down the hall, punching out the first guard he sees before the young man has a chance to register what’s going on. Clint pulls the gun from the guard’s belt, turning in the same movement to pistol-whip a second guard as he comes around the corner, and then he’s in another cell block.
It takes him a long second to spot her, tucked up between the little cot and the wall in the back corner of her cell. She doesn’t look up, not even when he shoots the control panel out to open the doors, and he feels a sickening cocktail of fear and worry coiling in his lower stomach as he runs to her side.
Clint catches her face in his hands, murmuring her name over and over as he tries to get her eyes to focus on him.
He did this. He got her into this. He let her get caught, advised her not to fight when they got arrested. He should have told her to run, should have told her to keep fighting, they wouldn’t have stood a chance against her, but he didn’t, and now...
“Clint…?” she whispers after a few seconds, blinking hard, and he pulls her into a crushing embrace as he lets out a breath in relief.
He’d been terrified of what they would do to her, with the lot of them as prisoners and her all but helpless. Ross had a bit of a reputation when it came to enhanced beings, after all. Unethical experimentation was something that he wouldn’t put past the man.
She isn’t looking too good, but anything is better than the awful pictures his mind had spent the past few days conjuring of her: pale and powerless and drugged unconscious, strapped down to an operation table as they prepared to cut her open.
Clint presses a gentle kiss to her forehead as she gasps in a trembling breath.
“I’m here. You’re safe now, Wanda, I’ve got you.”
It takes him a long moment to get the straitjacket off of her, and by then the others have made their way downstairs to the high-security cells. He watches nervously as Scott de-activates the collar, and snatches Wanda up in another hug the second it falls free, feeling his throat choke closed with emotion as the little witch sobs in relief, clinging to him like a lifeline.
“Come on,” Steve says gently, “let’s get out of here.”
Wanda is trembling against him, and Clint doesn’t bother trying to coax her to her feet as Steve leads the way. He simply sweeps her up into his arms like the child he can’t help but see her as, and carries her to their waiting jet, cradled against his chest.
As they board the aircraft, he swears to himself that he won’t let anyone hurt her ever again.
He doesn’t let himself think about how much of a lie that probably is.
Re: FILL: After The War (1/?) (What Clint is up to post-Civil-War)
(Anonymous) 2017-06-20 01:02 am (UTC)(link)I hope that things get better for both of them, but given that Ross probably knows where his family is, I'm a little nervous.
Looking forward to reading more!
FILL: After The War (2/?)
(Anonymous) 2017-06-20 02:15 am (UTC)(link)“Clint!”
All of the tight, winding energy within him releases at once, and only his death grip on the phone keeps it in his hands as his whole body goes slack.
“Oh thank God… Laura…Laura, are you okay?”
“I’m fine, we’re all fine,” she says, and he drops back into a chair as his legs go weak beneath him. “Clint, I saw them arrest you! Where are you? Are you all right? Are the others okay?”
“I’m fine, we’re all fine,” he promises. “Wanda had it the worst, but Steve broke us out before they could hurt her.”
He hears a breath of relief from the other line.
“You’re all somewhere safe now, I hope?”
“Yeah, we’re off the radar,” he reassures her, soaking in the sound of her voice just to assure himself that she’s alive, she’s safe, she hasn’t been found yet.
But the relief at knowing that she’s okay is short lived.
“Laura…something happened,” he says softly, feeling guilt and worry pounding at his temples once again.
“What’s wrong?” she asks.
“They know. Stark ran his mouth on security feed, and Ross knows that I have a wife and kids. He doesn’t have any names, but he’s going to be on the lookout, especially because we just escaped that little hell-hole of his.”
“What do you need me to do?” she asks from the other line without missing a beat, and the fact that her tone is immediately business is enough to make him tear up. God, he loves that woman.
“Tell the kids that they’re going on a tropical vacation, and pack for an extended stay. You’re all coming to meet me here - I’ll get you a jet.”
“When should I be ready by?”
He can hear the curiosity in her tone, knows she’s dying to know where they’re going, but he also knows that she won’t ask. They’re both aware that the fewer details are known the safer they’ll be.
“If you can be ready by Thursday morning, I think I can arrange a pickup for ten.”
“We’ll be ready. I love you,” she says firmly, and Clint has to swallow hard before he gets his throat working again.
“I love you too.”
“See you then,” she promises.
He can only manage a little hum of ascent.
She disconnects a second later, and the tiny click of her ending the call is deafening.
Clint’s eyes are too blurred to see the screen as he hangs up and lets the phone fall from numb fingers.
Re: FILL: After The War (2/?)
(Anonymous) 2017-06-20 07:54 pm (UTC)(link)This also really shows how much danger Laura honestly was and how a simple mistake and really cost people a lot.
FILL: After The War (3/?)
(Anonymous) 2017-06-21 04:09 am (UTC)(link)He’s tried her personal cell, her Avenger cell, her SHIELD cell, and even her burner phone, but no matter how many times he calls, she doesn’t pick up.
Something is clearly wrong, and Clint feels an uneasy little curl of worry winding its way up through his ribcage.
She’d sided with Stark. She should have been safe. They’d discussed this the minute the Accords had been set in front of her – he still has the text messages on his phone – it was too dangerous for her to side against the Accords, even if she didn’t trust so much as the introductory paragraph. Someone with her background, and who had all her records plastered across the web for anyone to see, could not afford to have a UN-sized target on her back.
Someone with a spotless record like Steve could get away with it. Someone respected, with a military rescue background like Sam, could get away with it. An ex-Red Room assassin with a ledger full of red? Not a chance, no matter how many times she’d helped save the world.
Natasha would need to play along.
They’d discussed this. They’d planned this.
And apparently something had changed.
Clint sighs, letting his hand drop back to his lap with the phone screen displaying a message that the number he has dialed can no longer be reached. Every time he hits redial, his nerves wind tighter.
He knows Nat. She’s probably gone and done something brave and heroic and incredibly dumb, and now she’s in big trouble because of it. He has a few ideas about where to look for her, where he can leave a message that might find its way back to her, but otherwise he’s drawing a blank, and the phone flashes the word “disconnected” up at him like it’s mocking him.
Natasha is on the run. His best friend is in some kind of danger.
And he doesn’t even know where to start.
FILL: After The War (4/?)
(Anonymous) 2017-06-22 08:45 pm (UTC)(link)She glances up as he crosses the room, her eyes big and sad and pleading, and Clint feels her gaze on him like a punch to the gut as he tries to force a smile and a positive attitude.
“Hey kiddo,” he murmurs, dropping onto the sofa beside her and slinging an arm around her shoulders. Wanda turns and curls herself into his embrace, her head tucked up beneath his chin, and Clint lets out a slow breath as he settles himself.
She’s still recovering from imprisonment, and he hates to leave her when she’s such a mess, but right now it can’t be helped. She has Steve and Sam and Scott to look after her, and he has to go get his family somewhere safe and figure out where Natasha is.
But reasoning that to himself and explaining it to her are two very different tasks.
They sit in silence for a long moment as Clint tries to find the right words to start, but Wanda beats him to it.
“You’re leaving.”
Clint settles her a bit more snugly against himself and takes a slow breath before answering.
“Yeah. Just for a day or so. Gonna pick up Laura and the kids.”
“You aren’t taking me with you.”
“…no. I need you to stay here.”
He feels her curl tighter into herself, and leans to press a kiss to her soft hair.
“Because I’m too dangerous,” she whispers, her inflection carrying a question but her tone stating a fact, and Clint gives her a squeeze.
“You’re not dangerous, Wanda,” he scolds lightly. “I’d love to take you, but the fewer people that go, the safer we’ll be, and I’m not going to risk you getting hurt if we get caught again.”
Neither of them mention her still-trembling hands, or the fact that after two days of freedom her eyes have yet to lose their undercurrent of frightened, molten red.
Clint vaguely wonders if T’Challa’s doctors would be willing to speak with her, just to help her cope.
“Besides,” he says, forcing a smile, “if we do get ourselves in trouble, I want the most powerful Avenger waiting to come save us.”
She scoffs a little at that but doesn’t argue.
Clint hugs her close, nuzzling his face into her hair like he’s done a hundred times to comfort her since her brother died to save him.
“You’re gonna be okay, kiddo. I promise. It’s all going to be okay.”
Wanda nuzzles up into him, pressing close, and after a long moment he lets out a sigh.
He has to speak to king T’Challa still, arrange a jet trip to pick up his family. He trusts Laura to handle everything on her end, but he’ll have to have things ready for them here – rooms to stay in, arrangements with the palace staff, someone to act as doctor for them because Nate still needs his checkups…he’s got a lot to do. Clint’s running out of time, he’s got to get moving.
He makes to move away but Wanda tightens her grip slightly, and he hesitates.
“Will you stay?” she whispers, not meeting his gaze. “Just for a little while longer?”
He shoots a glance at his watch.
T’Challa is still in his meeting, and likely will be for the next half hour, so he lets himself relax back into the sofa, a hand stroking gently through Wanda’s hair.
“Okay, kiddo,” he murmurs, hugging her tight. “Yeah, I’ll stay.”
FILL: After The War (5/?)
(Anonymous) 2017-06-22 09:27 pm (UTC)(link)Laura had assured him that she was fine the last time they spoke, and the special ringtone connected to his wife’s emergency number hasn’t gone off since, so there shouldn’t be anything wrong, but he still can’t help but worry.
There is a desperate helplessness that comes with feeling hunted, despite having strong allies at his back, and the fact that it’s not only his neck on the line this time is only adding to that anxiety.
Laura is every bit the stone cold assassin he is beneath the mantle of domesticity, and he trusts her to protect the children, but if Ross sends the military or a SWAT team, it’s still coming down to one woman with a handgun verses a squad of me who have all been armed to the teeth.
And he doesn’t like those odds.
He lifts the plane off with shaking breath but steady hands, turning it toward home. Once it’s on course, there’s nothing to do but wait.
He forces himself to relax back into the pilot’s seat as the minutes drag into hours.
He won’t do anyone any good by wearing himself out with worrying.
He would like to think that Ross wouldn’t hurt a woman and her children, but when it comes to enhanced beings the man never seems to be in his right mind, and Clint can’t afford to make those kinds of blind-faith assumptions with someone like that.
Not if it puts Laura at risk.
Clint leans his head back, forcing his eyes shut for a long second as he takes a deep, slow breath to clear his head.
His mind keeps wandering to the what-ifs.
There’s so much that could go wrong, from him simply arriving too late and finding his house ransacked and his family missing, to them getting shot down mid-air on the way back to Wakanda, to Tony being able to track them to where they’re all hiding under T’Challa’s protection and them all being thrown back in the Raft – this time with Laura and his children as collateral.
It grates at his nerves and makes his fingers itch for a bow and makes sitting in this damn pilot’s seat a fucking nightmare because his body is screaming for motion-
Clint jumps a bit when the cell in his pocket goes off, his blood feeling like ice.
It’s not the emergency ringtone for his wife, thankfully, but it is the one he uses for his teammates.
Terror courses through him unbidden, and Wanda’s name is on his lips when he pulls the device from his pocket.
The name on the phone, however, is Natasha’s.
That does nothing to settle the fear in his gut.
“Nat,” he demands the second he hits the talk button.
“Don’t have long,” is the breathy reply. “Got some guys on my tail, so I’ve got to stay moving. Where are you? Are the others okay?”
“We’re fine, where the hell are you?” he demands.
“Somewhere in the Rockies, not entirely sure. About fifteen miles from my safe-house. They, uh…” There is the crash of shrubbery, and a long curse from Natasha in Russian before she comes back on the line. “They found the last place, so I’m on the move. Fuckers are faster than I thought…Also, I hate trees. Have I mentioned that?”
It’s a weak attempt at humor, she’s trying to play off the danger she’s in, but Clint’s known her for too long to fall for that shit.
“Where can I come pick you up?”
“I’ve got this. You worry about the others, I can take care of myself.”
“Natasha-”
“Oh, fuck-! Got to go,” she says suddenly, but she doesn’t cut the call fast enough for Clint not to hear the sound of gunshots through the speaker before the line goes dead.
He stares at the phone for a long second, feeling sick, before he forces his hand to return it to his pocket and drop its death grip on the device.
He has to get Laura and the kids to safety, and check in on Wanda. Nat would kill him if he didn’t make sure the rest of the family was safe first, so that’s what he’ll do.
And once he’s sure they’re safe, he’ll go pick up Natasha.
He just has to pray that she’ll be all right on her own until then.
FILL: After The War (6/?)
(Anonymous) 2017-06-24 06:00 pm (UTC)(link)“Is this where we’re gonna be on vacation, Dad?” Cooper asks.
“Sure is. There’s a pool and internet connection and everything.”
“Sweet!”
Clint powers down the jet as Laura shoos the children into the back to get their luggage. Clint follows a moment later, taking Nathaniel from Laura so she can get her own things together.
“The others are probably out and about, seeing if T’Challa needs help, but you’ll get to see them tonight at dinner,” he tells her, bouncing Nate a little as he coos and flaps his arms.
“Any word on Natasha?”
“Just a quick phone call confirming that she’s in deep; not much else,” he replies, voice low so that his older kids can’t hear as he leads the way off the jet. “I’m going to pick her up after you all get settled in and I check on some things here.”
“Don’t worry about me and the kids, we’ve got this handled,” Laura reassures him, setting her bag down on the landing pad. “What needs checking in on?”
“Laura,” a breathy voice sobs before he can reply, and Clint turns in sync with his wife to find Wanda standing behind them, eyes brimming with relieved tears.
“Wanda,” his wife says in gentle realization, opening her arms as she starts toward the girl, and Wanda doesn’t waste a second running into her embrace.
Clint shifts Nathaniel’s weight on his hip as his wife hugs the little witch tight, kissing her forehead and trying to hush her tears to absolutely no avail. The girl doesn’t look any worse than when he left, thankfully, and Clint lets out a little breath as he watches his wife draw back from the little witch to look her over.
“Oh, Wanda…my poor baby…what have they done to you?”
Wanda sobs out some quiet reply that Clint can’t hear, raising a trembling hand to her throat, and Laura hugs her tight once more.
“I’ve been so worried about you,” his wife scolds in the loving way that only a mother can, and Wanda sobs out something that sounds like ‘mama’ as she buries her face against the older woman’s shoulder.
Nathaniel starts fussing in his arms, upset by the sound of his aunt’s crying, and Clint bounces the little boy on his hip as the other two kids climb out of the jet, hauling suitcases that seem far too big for them as they look around in wonder.
“Auntie Wanda!” Lila cries once she gets a good look at who her mother is hugging, and she runs to join Laura in embracing the witch. Wanda sobs out a little laugh, drawing back from Laura for just long enough to tug Lila close and press a tear-soaked kiss to her forehead before tucking herself snugly back into his wife’s embrace.
“Come on, kiddos,” Clint calls before the two can start asking questions, shifting Nate’s weight in his arms so that he can grab Laura’s suitcase. “Let’s get you guys to your rooms so you can unpack.”
The two children drag their suitcases after him obediently, glancing back over their shoulders at their mother as Laura hushes Wanda gently and rocks the girl in her hold.
The hallway from the landing pad to the guest quarters is fairly deserted, and Clint leads the way to the wing where all of the rogue Avengers are currently being housed by T’Challa. Nathaniel is cooing in wonder as he looks around, and Clint hears the slap of quick footsteps on marble tile as Lila picks up her pace to jog at his side, her bag rattling behind her. None of his children utter so much as a word until he opens the door to their quarters.
The space that T’Challa has given him for his family consists of a common area with an open kitchen and living room, as well as four bedrooms. One for him and Laura, with a crib set up for Nathaniel in the corner, one for Lila (that will most likely be shared with Natasha once he tracks her down), one for Cooper, and one for Wanda, because her powers have been out of whack since the Raft and she’s most stable when she’s near him.
“Cooper, door on the left. Lila, the one over there is yours,” he instructs before moving his wife’s suitcase into their room and tossing it up onto the bed.
He sets Nathaniel in the crib so he has a free hand to unpack, and the baby starts to gurgle curiously as Clint moves away, his eyes on the little beaded animal mobile strung overhead.
He gets halfway through unpacking Laura’s bag before he realizes that someone is standing in the doorway. He turns to find his daughter shuffling her feet, her arms hugged around her middle in worry.
“What’s up, sweet pea?” he asks, crouching beside her.
“Daddy?” Lila asks quietly. “Is Auntie Wanda okay?”
Clint takes a slow breath, carefully picking his words as he tries to find a way to explain the after-effects of physical and psychological torture to a ten year old.
“She’s been through some rough stuff in the past few weeks,” is all he says in explanation. “You remember when you had that really bad day at school, and all you wanted to do was come home, hug Mommy, and cry? That’s kinda what she’s going through right now.”
“Oh…” the girl murmurs. “Poor Auntie Wanda…”
“Yeah. So just let her take it easy for a bit, okay? I know you’re both thrilled to see her, but I need you and Cooper to give her some space until she’s feeling better.”
“Are her powers acting up again?” Lila asks, and Clint has to swallow hard because the last time Wanda’s powers had been “acting up” it had been right after her twin brother had taken a dozen bullets for him and left her all alone in the world and dangerously unstable.
“Yeah, kiddo,” he whispers, stroking a hand over her hair. “Yeah, they are.”
When he finishes unpacking his bag and scooping a fussing Nathaniel back into his arms, he finds that Laura and Wanda have moved to the common area. They are sitting side by side on the sofa, and Laura glances up as he approaches.
His wife is cradling the girl to her chest, humming some soft little lullaby as she strokes Wanda’s hair. Wanda, on the other hand, is looking better than he’s seen her look for days, her head resting sleepily against Laura’s shoulder and her eyes finally back to their usual dark green.
“I told the kids to give her some space,” he tells Laura quietly, sinking down on Wanda’s other side and shifting Nathaniel to sit in his lap. The little boy flails his arms with a happy little gurgle, and Wanda turns enough to reach out a hand for him. She smiles as the infant grabs clumsily at her fingers, trying to get her rings into his mouth, but she keeps them out of his reach with an expert twist of her wrist.
“Watch your hair,” Laura warns her gently. “He’s just learned how to pull.”
Wanda laughs softly – actually laughs – and Clint lets out a relieved breath that he hadn’t known he was holding.
She’s gonna be okay. His magical super-kid is going to be okay.