Survival Of the Fittest (Hawkeye Fanfiction)

Chapter 25: Another New Mission (Hawkeye)

Once Fulvus was better he resumed training with Clint. He even did some training with Mirrow. It was nice to train with another animal who understood jabs and attacks like he did. Todd and Crest even came in sometimes but they were a little less help. They were sloppy with their attacks but then again they never really had to leave the compound so Fulvus couldn't blame them.

Today Fulvus was training with Clint. He flew for a bit before he went onto weight training, making sure his muscles were tone and able to lift anything that he desired. That seemed to be the hard part for him so he was trying to make himself better at it.

"Fulvus," Clint suddenly called as Fulvus lifted his head from where he had been pushing what appeared to be a punching bag.

"Coming" called back Fulvus as he lifted it back up to it's true height before he bounded over to Clint and shook out his feathers. Molting time was always hard on the losing of the feathers. "What's up?"

"Fury wants to see us," answered Clint as he set back his arrows and bow. "I actually think it's important."

Fulvus rolled his eyes. Probably just another mission. Not that he disliked them but he was never sure why they would take what they took. It never made a lot of sense.

"Okay, I hope it's a little bit of a different mission if it's a mission. I'm tired of the usual steal and run," he explained as he padded toward the entrance and opened it with a strong wing.

Clint dipped his head before he strode into the hallways. "We leave the missions to Fury and we do as we're told. He is letting us live here, for now."'

Fulvus wasn't sure if that was a fair trade but he didn't argue. They didn't make it far before Fulvus saw Mirrow. It was just a fly by since she seemed to be going someone in a hurry.

They padded over to Fury's office where he was waiting with Crest on his shoulder. Crest's eyes were closed but he didn't appear to be sleeping. He was probably just listening since he really didn't talk much which was the opposite of Fury.

"What do you need, Fury," asked Clint, not even bothering to sit down.

Fury looked up to the two. "We have received word that a small band of terrorists are reeking havoc in Budapest. I want you two to go and figure out what it was and take out whoever it is."

Fulvus realized this was a lot different than the other missions he had done. "You mean kill them? Without a trail or even questioning. I mean we kill but those guys are usually shooting at us."

"It's a rather simple mission," assured Fury but it just made Fulvus more suspicious.

Clint looked as uneasy as Fulvus but arguing wouldn't do them any good. "When do we leave," he questioned. Part of Fulvus wanted to yell at them and say that they weren't going but that would be stepping on Clint's toes and he wasn't about to do that.

"Two days. You best pack but pack lite," answered Fury as Crest's eyes finally opened.

He flew over to Fulvus and Fulvus looked down. It was rare that the raven ever wanted to spend any time with him. "This is very important, Fulvus. Are you sure that you're up for it."

Fulvus gave a snort of amusement. "Of course I'm ready. You don't think I am, do you?"

Crest turned his head a bit so that the red on his chest was shown clearly. "I know how deadly these missions can get. If you're ever not up for it you must let me know." He flew back over to Fury and this time he landed on his desk, going through some papers that Fury had on his desk.

Before Fulvus could ask anymore Clint ushered him out the door. Clearly Clint just wanted out of there and Fulvus could tell when his temper was spiked.