"What's taking so long?" Clint moves to the front of the quinjet to ask Tony.
"JARVIS, please let Barton know that he's p*ssing me off" Tony says calmly.
"Mr. Barton, I have to encourage you to go back to your seat again" JARVIS replies.
"Can't you just tell me how long until we're there?" Clint sighs.
"JARVIS, please tell him no"
"I'm afraid that's not possible" JARVIS says and Clint rolls his eyes.
"You're not even talking to me now?" he desperately asks Tony.
"JARVIS-" Tony starts saying but gets interrupted.
"I get it, I get it. Very mature, Stark. Congratulations" Clint sarcastically claps and moves to the back again.
"I bet you a million dollars that he'll start kicking stuff around anytime now" Tony addresses JARVIS, smirking proudly.
"I don't have that kind of money, sir" JARVIS replies.
"It doesn't matter, I don't need it anyway" Tony looks in the back using the mirror in front of him.
Just as expected, Clint starts cursing, kicking stuff and making a mess back there. Tony chuckles to himself and keeps on piloting the quinjet, knowing very well exactly how much more time they need until landing.
"We're here" JARVIS lets Clint know 11 minutes later.
"Godda*n, Stark" Clint murmurs since he just got comfortable on a bed.
As soon as they land, they leave for Bucky's apartment, aka the crime scene. They're both suited up in case the suspect is near by or watching the place. Of course that's not necessary but no one other than Tony knows it. They carefully enter the very damaged apartment and look around. There are battle marks, holes on the walls, broken furniture and glass, it's generally a mess.
"Holy sh*t" Clint gasps when he sees a big blood stain.
Flashbacks of himself blasting powerfully at Sam right at that spot come to Tony's head quickly but thankfully the helmet is closed and it's not noticeable.
"That must have been a hell of a battle" Tony says, still walking around.
"These marks seem familiar" Clint says quietly.
He's moving his hand over the spots where Tony's lasers and fists have left marks. Tony is looking at him closely, wanting to be the first one to know it in case Clint figures something out.
"Now that you mention it, they kind of do seem familiar" Tony agrees, not wanting to seem suspicious.
"Do you think it could be someone we fought before?" Clint questions.
"Or it's someone using a weapon we've fought against before" Tony shrugs.
"Take a look at this" Clint catches Tony's attention.
Tony follows him to the room he's in and keeps his distance until he knows what Clint needs him for. He's looking at a wall closely, a very damaged wall actually.
"Look at this fist" he says shocked.
Clint forms his own hand in a fist and places it inside the mark on the wall.
"It's so much bigger than a normal fist. It's almost like..." he turns to look at Tony.
Tony's secretly prepared his suit for instant attack if necessary. Clint is a good agent after all.
"Someone very powerful did this" Clint clears his throat and looks back at the wall again.
"Yeah, we should be careful" Tony replies.
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What If Tony Stark Was The Villain
FanficWhat if the events after Civil War were different? What if Tony's anger led to a very alternative series of events where he was considered a villain?
