Clint One Shots

Rage

"It has to be domestic terrorism, what other explanation is there?" Nat says.

"Maybe, but this stuff feels personal. They keep blowing up places to do with the Avengers" Bruce adds.

"Not the Avengers, Shield. They keep blowing up stuff to do with Shield" Clint points at the screen.

"And whats with the warehouses? as far as I can tell they had nothing to do with the Avengers or Shield" says Tony.

Whoever it was, they were clever. They used small incendiary devices to cause fires, more than likely to throw off the people tracking them. And then there was the people who had been stabbed in the vicinity, again all Shield agents. They weren't dead but none of them could say who got them, the attacks had been quick and quiet. The agents hadn't suspected anything until a knife had been jabbed into them. There had been only one agent who had anything, they said they heard muttering from what sounded like a female. But otherwise there was nothing to go on.

"Tony, run a mission check on those agents?" Tony looks at Clint, who sighs.

"They aren't an anomaly, they're the clue" he explains.

Tony messes on his phone, fingers dancing over the keys quickly. His brows go up and he looks at Clint.

"How did you figure this out?" Clint sighs and sits back.

"I didn't, it was mostly a guess. I started to recognise people and places" Tony flicks his wrist and the information appears in the air.

Pictures of old missions flick about, Clint prominent in them. He had took point on most of them, and then he sees it. The warehouse that haunted his dreams. It had been in the earlier days, Shield wasn't well known. They had been about saving people not stopping the bad guys back then. Get in, rescue the hostages and get out. It had been all going to plan, until it didn't. The warehouse had exploded and people died that shouldn't have. It was Clint's fault, innocent people who were just doing their jobs, didn't know about their boss being a criminal. There had been twenty-five people dead by the time the fire was out. He remembered them all but two always stuck out to him. They were holding each other as they died, a last embrace before their world was burned down around them.

"Its about me" Nat glares at him.

"You don't know that" she says.

"This is about me Nat, I'm the main factor in all this. Nobody else was at everyone of those missions but me. Whoever this is, is calling me out" Steve nods.

"I think he's right, we need to figure out where will be hit next and we'll be waiting" Tony is scanning the data.

"All these buildings are in a five mile radius and its shrinking. Trajectory looks like this warehouse here" Clint closes his eyes.

It was the warehouse were the mission had went wrong. He knew exactly who it was and why they were doing it. She hated him, with a fiery determination, that hate had obviously boiled over and she was now looking for payback. He scrubs his face and gets up, leaving the conference room. Nat runs after him and pulls him into a hug. She knew this haunted him, had heard his nightmares at night.

"We'll be there with you" he nods and sniffs.

"I'll need to go in alone or she won't come out" Nat smiles sadly.

"You really think its her?" he nods.

"Yeah, its definitely her Nat" she sighs, she knew it was but hoped differently.

"Were leaving in a few hours, go get some rest" he snorts.

There was no rest for the wicked, there would be no rest until this was sorted and even then he didn't think he deserved it. How could he, he had accidentally killed twenty-five people, when he learned the truth of it, it had nearly broken him. He had come so close to leaving the agency, but realised that leaving would not absolve him of his guilt, instead he would do as Natasha did. Work his way back to some semblance of peace, if not in his heart, at least in his head. But that wouldn't be true either, it would haunt him for the rest of his days, like it should. With a deep sigh he heads for his room.