Survival Of the Fittest (Hawkeye Fanfiction)

Chapter 32: Easy Mission, Yeah Right (Hawkeye)

Five Years Later

It had been a while since Fulvus and Clint had brought Natasha and Meda back to the now called SHIElD. At first they were treated with hostility but now they were one of the best agents, beside Fulvus and Clint of course.

"We need all four of you on a mission," Fury explained through Clint's watch as him and Fulvus sat on his bed.

"What's the mission," inquired Fulvus as he took Clint's watch and twisted it so he could look at Fury. He didn't want to go on anything too dangerous since Mirrow was expecting his litter. He was more nervous than excited but he wanted make sure he didn't leave her to raise them alone.

Fury paused for a second. "It's more recon than anything. You need to get a weapon, in, out. It's that simple," he explained. However, Fury had a way of making everything sound nice and easy when it really wasn't. Clint had broke his arm on a 'simple mission' when they were bombarded by a few dozen men with machine guns.

Clint gave a nod. "Alright. We'll be at the quinjet in five and meet up with Nat and Meda," he told Fury before he shut off the watch. He quickly threw on his gear and Fulvus strode into the hallway, looking for Mirrow to say good-bye.

However, he couldn't find her in the five minutes so he realized he was just going to have to leave without saying good-bye. "Come on," Clint urged as he pushed his hand against Fulvus's shoulder. "They're waiting."

Fulvus reluctantly followed him as they collected their gear before making their way toward the quinjet. Natasha and Meda were waiting for them. Fulvus and Meda touched noses, a common greeting for them, before they padded into the quinjet together.

"So how has everything been," inquired Meda as she laid on the ground of the quinjet and licked a paw before she drew it over her ear and face.

Fulvus beamed. "Mirrow is expecting our first litter!"

"That's great! Congratulations," purred Meda warmly. "I can't wait to see what they look like. Eagle, lion, and wolf. Now that's an interesting combo."

Fulvus shot out a talon playfully. "Shut your muzzle," he joked before Meda drew back, purring noisily.

Clint and Natasha grabbed their seats and checked the engine. "Everyone ready," Clint called over his shoulder to Fulvus and Meda.

Both nodded and Clint began to turn on the engines. Fulvus heard the hum under him but he had pretty much got used to him. A lot had changed since his first mission with Cliff, Lucks, Gene, Trout, and another name that he forgot. Since then he hadn't seen any of them men and he really didn't want to. They thought he was a freak and look at him now!

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They landed at the destination right on schedule. Fulvus and Meda leaped out first followed by Clint and Natasha. Fulvus and Meda began to scout ahead, making sure everything was safe for when they entered the city. Once they had scouted and said everything was safe Clint signaled them ahead with him and Natasha keeping up.

They entered the city and Clint pinpointed the building. "It's at the far side of the city and I'm sure that their armed," Clint explained.

"And I'm sure we can unarm them," chuckled Meda as a purr rolled in her throat.

Natasha rolled her eyes. "Just the lead the way but be careful. These places are always swarming with those who want to shoot our eyeballs out."

"Like you have to remind me," snorted Meda as she prowled forward with Fulvus following right behind. She looked around but she was mainly looking up not down.

"No!"

Fulvus's warning cry came too short. Meda tripped over a wire and a siren sounded. She looked around madly, baffled at what she had just done.

Fulvus stepped in front of her as bullets surged toward them. He raised a wing to divert them before he pushed her back. "I'm so sorry," gasped Meda as embarrassment rushed through her.

"Too late now," muttered Fulvus as he looked up as he tried to pinpoint where the shots were coming from but it was proving difficult.

Natasha and Clint were hiding close to them and took a break every so often to fire a shot or arrow at the men. "Fulvus, up!"

Fulvus tilted his head. "In the middle of a firefight? Are you sure that-"

"Just go," snapped Clint as anger pulsed from him.

Fulvus sighed, knowing now to argue anymore. He spread his wings and flew as much to the side as possible. He tackled a few of the men before they turned their fire on him. He growled as a bullet just managed to catch his feathers. He shook his head to clear it before he continued forward.

There was fire coming from all directions and Fulvus almost felt trapped. He turned to one man that looked like he was about to fire at Clint, Natasha, or Meda. He leaped for him but before he could make contact something flew through the air and sliced right through the front of his neck.

Fulvus gasped before he fell and the whole world went black.