A mile in my shoes

Chapter 01

The forest was dense, the trees covered with snow. Aiming with the bow was difficult. Clint wasn't that concerned anyway. The team was fighting together again. It felt good. They would prevail, they always had. T'Challa had given them some really good gears. They were fighting the good fight like they had done from the beginning. Wakanda had understood their position. The world needed them. Someone needed to be there to protect the ones who couldn't do it for themselves. The Avengers and especially Captain America stood for freedom and justice.

Clint would have preferred a good old battle against Hydra. Like in the good old days. A magic user had decided to make themself known in the worst kind of way. Attacking a village in the middle of freaking nowhere was really stupid. He hated magic. Since Loki, they had been lucky not to have to go against that again. Wanda had been misguided but had rapidly changed sides and fought for the people.

The Falcon suit wasn't really practical here. The length of the wing made it impossible for Sam to activate the flying. The trees were simply too close to one another. As hard as it was to say, Iron Man would have been more useful here. The armour was simply more agile, easy to manoeuver. Clint would never say that to Tony's face. Actually next time, he was planning on not talking all that much and acting a lot more. A good punch on his face for starters, preferably one that would break the nose. If it wasn't for Stark, none of that would have happened. They would never have been imprisoned on the raft or in the impossibility to go back home and see their families. The futurist had to be right and didn't really care who he was hurting on his way.

"Sam? Clint? Do you see the target?" asked Steve through the comms.

Clint couldn't see shit and, to be fair, he was very distracted by his own musing. The archer should pay more attention to his surroundings, he knew that, but he was so mad at Stark it was taking over his mind all the time. Not that he was about to confess all that to Captain America! Natasha would suspect something. She knew him that much but she wasn't about to rat him out. That was not her style. They would probably have an unpleasant conversation later. Romanov never liked the genius in the first place. Her psychological report had been pretty clear about her feelings on the man. Clint tried his best to concentrate once more. Afar, he could see the unmistakable red of Wanda's magic. That was about it.

"No. Nothing. You?" The archer answered.

Rogers was getting frustrated. The Captain didn't like that hide and seek situation and wasn't used to long haul missions. He was more the kind of guy that wanted everything and wanted it now. His team was working with him on that. A family would do those kinds of things for their members. When they were worth their time of course. They could have tried it on Stark but he would never have changed anyway. The Avengers would prevail in whatever was thrown their way, magical or not. They always had and they would ever do so, come what may.

"I can't feel them." Wanda was saying more to herself than to her team.

She would get it eventually. She was still learning about the whole extent of her own powers. The young girl was the only magic user they knew if it wasn't for Loki. Thankfully, the so-called god should be rotting in the deepest dungeon somewhere in Asgard. If he knew what was good for him, he'd better stay there. Coming back to Earth would only get him an arrow right between the eyes. Another friendly magic user would have been useful to her. Learning it all by herself wasn't exactly easy. Unfortunately, it would be next to impossible for any member of her new family to help her with that. Natasha and Steve were training her in close combat and what to do during a mission. They were always trying to help keep her temper in check. Sam was using his counselling experience to help get over her traumatic childhood. Clint? Well, he was just there for her. What else could he do?