Survival Of the Fittest (Hawkeye Fanfiction)

Chapter 19: Solo Mission (Hawkeye)

Swift winds surged through Fulvus's feathers as he landed and thrust a paw into the nearest man's chest. He gasped before he fell backwards. He had no idea where Clint was but he had been told that he was a distraction. A distraction that these men kept loving to shoot at.

"Corner him," yowled a man as a few drew toward him with their guns pointed.

Fulvus just laughed before he darted for the nearest man, sinking his beak into his flesh. The man screeched and they began to shoot. Fulvus shielded himself behind the man but he still managed to get shot in the paw. He let out a screech before he threw the man and knocked down two others. He took out the leader last, sinking his talons into his throat and he watched the blood bubble up. Once he was sure that the man was dead he flew backwards a bit and looked around.

"Clint! Clint, where are you?!"

A bullet whizzed past the side of his face, just nicking him. He looked up to where he thought it had come for. It had been a sniper. He hated snipers! They were one of the hardest to catch but they certainly loved to kill from above.

Fulvus lowered down, looking up and opened his beak in a threatening stance. Another bullet surged down and it narrowly missed Fulvus's haunch. Fulvus wasn't about to let that go unpunished. He spread his wings and took flight, traveling so fast and silently that he was sure the sniper couldn't tell where he was going from.

He landed behind the sniper and knocked the rifle from the man's hand with a lash of his strong tail. He towered over the man now that he was full grown. He the knocked the side of his head into the man's chest. The man fell backwards and struggled to breathe as Fulvus punctured his lungs with his talons. They were saturated in blood by now, human blood.

"You won't get away with this," choked out the man, blood bubbling from his lips and nose.

Fulvus shook his head. "You shouldn't be trying to do something very illegal," he snapped back before he kicked the man's head to the side, snapping the neck instantly.

He flew back down to his post and Clint came charging out of the compound with a briefcase. Fulvus tilted his head in confusion. Clint skidded to a halt, panting and holding his knees. "Their nuclear weapon plans, all right here."

Fulvus brightened. "Amazing!"

Fuvlus heard more shouts from behind Clint and his eyes widened in terror and shock. "Time to go," he announced as he spread his wings.

Clint leaped onto Fulvus's back and once Fulvus felt the weight of Clint he took off, gunshots showering behind him. Clint turned with the briefcase balanced on Fulvus's shoulder before he shot a few arrows at the men who were shooting at them. Fulvus turned himself toward some trees so that nothing was able to see them. Once he knew that they were safe he landed and allowed Clint to jump from his back with the briefcase.

"Did we really just stop a war," asked Fulvus as he looked at the briefcase with widened eyes.

Clint stretched out a gloved hand and tickled the feathers under Fulvus's jaw. "I believe we did, or at least we slowed it down. The terrorists won't have as advanced weapons without these plans to build them."

Fulvus smiled despite himself. First solo mission and they had done pretty good. The two made it over to the camouflaged quinjet and they made their way into it. Clint manned himself and it began to fly. Fulvus was his copilot but he really didn't know much. He pressed a few buttons and it shot off.

While Clint was setting the quinjet on autopilot Fulvus took the briefcase and opened it. He made the mistake of not seeing something before he delivered it to Fury, he wasn't about to make that mistake again.