𝐒𝐔𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐎 || 𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐭 || 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐦𝐞 [𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫]

A/N - When someone signs, it's in bold. When Y/N reads lips it's in italics.

TW !! HARASSMENT !!

You looked around very carefully before crossing the street. You couldn't hear anything around you, definitely not a speeding car shooting towards you, so you have to be extra careful so you didn't turn into a Y/N pancake on the road.

And you knew you shouldn't take the detour, but it halved your travel time, and you were desperate to escape the current downpour in the warm security of anywhere you could find. Mind made, you slipped into the dark alley, quickening your pace. You were fifty times more vulnerable than most, being deaf.

Your worst fears came true as something clamped on your shoulder. You screamed silently, whirling around to face someone with their hood up. A shadow was cast over their face, so you couldn't read their lips. All you could do was shake your head frantically and back away.

His hood flew back and you could see that they were a he. He advanced towards you with a knife raised, and this time you could read what he was saying.

How pretty will you look when you're covered in blood?

The knife slashed, and your blood was pouring down your chest before you could blink, staining your f/c shirt red. He jumped towards you again, but was suddenly stopped mid-leap.

With an arrow in his chest.

You whipped around to see a new man, who held a bow and arrow. You tried to run from him as well, but you realised, to your terror, you were in a dead end.

He reached his hand out to you. Hey, are you okay?

You flinched away from his extended hand. He raised his arms in the air, a flicker of realisation in his eyes.

Hey, hey, I'm not gonna hurt you. I'm Clint.

Then, he said something fast, something you couldn't catch, so you were morbidly surprised when he reached out and gently touched your collarbone. You shook, so afraid of him you thought you might die right then and there. You looked down at your feet, trying to avoid his eyes.

Clint looked at you. "Hello? Miss? Can you hear me?"

And with the last sentence, everything clicked into place, and he could've slapped himself for not realising sooner. He gently lifted your chin and careful signed, Can you read this?

You looked at him, shocked. You know ASL?

I'm deaf. I have hearing aids. Can I help you with your wound?

You hesitated. However, there was something on this beautiful stranger's face that made you trust him.

Slowly, you nodded, pulling your h/c hair over your shoulder so he could reach your shoulder. He pulled a bandage out, and he wrapped it around the bleeding area with a delicate touch.

There. All better.

Thank you, you smiled gently. I'm Y/N.

Can I walk you home, Y/N?

You looked down. I ... don't have a home.

What?

My parents died, and I don't have any money. That's why I don't have hearing aids.

Clint looked shocked. And sad. He wrapped an arm around you, signing around your body. Then I'll take you to mine.

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