13 Tapes of Hell (Avengers)

c. f. b.

"C. F. B., let's see the hell you put her through." Loki said, smiling smugly. He placed the VHS tape in the VCR and sat back down in his respected spot, the screen soon flashing to life.

"Nice to see you again, Clinton." The girl said, eyes empty and tired. She pinched the bridge of her nose. Clint cringed at the action, knowing nothing good was about to come. "Unbelievable. You're so fucking... unbelievable! Don't know why I put up with your same old bullshit. I guess I should've expected it by now, but it's unbelievable. You're so... unreasonable." 

"I'm no Einstein, but everyone knows; If he fucks with you once that's the second he goes!" The girl who morphed into another female (with a beautiful pale green sundress, dirty blonde hair pulled back into a low ponytail, vibrant green eyes, and a nice nose piercing) yelled. Natasha and Clint immediately shot up from their laid back position.

"Summer..!" Clint's eyes filled with burning happiness. Natasha let a small smile slip out, before it fell.

"Clint... That means she's been under our noses for years, and now she's actually gone..." Natasha informed, Clint's face dropped in realization. He was so rude to her. Rude to the only person, besides Natasha, who understood him completely.

"Shame on me. I took you for your word, and I didn't make a sound. Now it's a shame to see, I thought you would've learned when you leave the playground: Boys will be boys. They'll go and play with their toys. You can stay in the sand 'till you act like a man." Summer spat, rage filling her eyes.

"Clint, what the hell did you do to her?" Natasha asked.

"I used her... I loved her, but I was afraid of commitment at the time... Then when I came back home to apologize all I saw was the bloodied floor and walls, then her mangled body. I ran. I didn't know what else to do. That's when I started my whole thing... I had experienced loss in the worst way, and I never wanted to feel it again." Clint explained, head hanging low and in his hands.

"Unreliable. You're so fucking... unreliable. Don't know why I expected more from you then, and now I've had to go to war with you. I can't ignore you cause you swore that one day we'd be undeniable, but now you're just fucking unreliable." She voiced, vibrant green eyes darkening.

"Damn Barton, you had one angry chick." Rhodey chimed.

"Obviously! Wouldn't you be angry if you were in a relationship, finally advancing to get more intimate, but then you wake up and see your partner gone with a note stating they need to think about the relationship, and then when they return they see a bloodied mess of a house and ran away because they were a coward? That's what she went through." Clint said, everyone was wearing a shocked expression at his confession. "And if she was immortal she knew that... that I just ran..."

"No wonder you two butted heads so often." Bruce mumbled.

"I'm only asked for the bare minimum, but how you acted wasn't fair. It was pitiful. I still tried to give you the benefit of the doubt, but I just kept hearing the same shit out your mouth!" Summer morphed back into the girl they all knew, lifting up her sweatshirt to show her hip bone, but more importantly, the purple arrow lying there.

"Wait, so this means not only is she Loki's ex-lover and soulmate, but she was Clint's, too?" Tony questioned, everyone's eyes widening at the connection.

"I mean... Yeah, I guess...?" Clint said, looking at Loki who nodded.

"Shame on you, you caused me to take you for your word and I didn't make a sound. Now it's a shame to see, you should've learned when you leave the bloodied house that: boys will be boys, play with their toys. Stay in your head 'till you act like a man." She finished, TV shutting off and turning to a black screen.

"Well... I'm choosing the next one." Clint said, getting up and pulling out one labeled...

(Explanation: when Clint had been younger, he was in a previous relationship with a girl named Summer Rhidian. They had taken a very slow relationship, but one night they decided they were ready for more, leading to the devil's tango that night. When she awoke, she noticed a cold and empty bed, a note on the nightstand. Once read, she was filled with worry. Horrible thoughts filling her head. She didn't understand why he was uncomfortable, but at the same time she knew how the male species was. While she was waiting, she went to tidy the house, even though it was mostly already clean. So deep in thought, she didn't hear the window being broken, nor the footsteps coming towards her. She only felt the knife plunging into her flesh and the harsh kicks to her body. All she could do was act like she was dead and wait for the person to stop. Once he did, and she was sure he left, she dragged herself to the bathroom. She was attempting to clean everything up before Clint got back- she really enjoyed time with him. But that all went to shit when she heard the front door open and a soft gasp. She immediately laid on the floor as if she was dead. She heard the bathroom door open, a strangled cry, and the slamming of the front door. She couldn't believe it. He left her. She immediately morphed into a different form and left, starting again as she had done many times. When she saw him again, she still hadn't forgiven him for what he did. They never got along. They spared once, leading Clint to his defeat, but not before an unfair, harsh punch to her right hip, her soon feeling a sting and the punch- dread filling her again. They went eleven more rounds before Clint huffed out of frustration and left the gym...)