MCU One-Shots

Never Enough~ Ironhawk

AN: Honestly, I can never get enough of Ironhawk. See what I did there👀. Kept rewriting this one, so I decided to just do a short one.

~Clint~

I couldn't imagine why Tony would ever like someone like me. He was everything, while I was not. I may have good aim, but that's all I have. I'm not a hero. I'll always be an assassin. That will never change. Nobody knows that I still go on missions. Can't do undercover anymore, but I can still do missions. I will never be enough for Tony Stark. I thought this as I took the shot for my latest target from Fury. He always piled way too much on me, but I owed him. I didn't say no. I couldn't bring myself to say no. He saved me and I owe him for the rest of my life. I'm not supposed to be here. I made my way back to the tower quickly, sending a text to Fury on the way. I didn't quite make it. Turns out I was followed. I hit the ground in the middle of me debating about why the hell I ever thought it would be a good idea to have a crush on Tony Stark. I snapped out of it as I was punched in the face. I let him hit me again as I grabbed my pistol. I made it quick to shoot him in the stomach and get out from under him. I wiped my lip, not surprised to see blood from it being busted. I put another pullet between his eyes and made sure to update Fury. I made my way into the tower and leaned against the wall of the elevator. I felt myself drifting off while standing and waiting to reach the common room. 

I must've dropped because I woke up to Tony above me in the elevator. He looked worried and I wondered why until I remembered there was blood on my shirt, I had a busted lip, and a black eye. "What the hell happened to you?" I huffed "I got in a fight". He nodded "Yeah and i'm the pope. What the hell were you doing last night? I have cameras everywhere". I rolled my eyes "Leave it alone Stark. I'm fine". He shook his head "You piss me off Barton". I nod "I have that effect on people". I got up and stumbled out of the elevator. "Next time i'm going to leave you're ass in there" I shrugged "I'm well rested, thank you". Steve walked in and was going to ask what happened, but he saw the argument and turned right back around. "Don't pull this shit with me Barton. You always do this. Just tell me what the hell happened" I rolled my eyes again as I got a bottle of water out of the fridge in the kitchen. "I don't have to tell you shit. It's none of your business anyway. You don't need to know everything" he shook his head. "This is my tower. This is where you guys are safe. I think I need to know what's going on" I scoffed "You have no business in my life". He groaned "You don't get to act like this because you have trust issues. You don't get to treat me like this just because you grew up in a rough home". I paused mid screwing the lid on my water and glared harshly. "You don't know anything about what I went through Stark. Don't act like you understand what happened. You don't get to talk about my childhood like you lived through the same" he scoffed, which only pissed me off more.

"My dad was an ass too Barton" I gripped the edge of the island "Leave it alone". He was getting dangerously close to making me snap. "You weren't the only one abused" I could see it hurt him to speak about it. I tipped over the edge though. "Abused? That wasn't the only thing Stark" I moved and got into his face despite the 3 inch difference. "I wasn't just abused. I was tortured. I was put through experiment after experiment just for their personal fun. My father sold Barney and I to monsters. I was forced to shoot and shoot and shoot until I hated it. Even now I hate shooting for practice, but I ignore those feelings because I know that it might mean life or death. Just like back then. You refused and you might end up dying" I clenched my shaking hand, unsure about how he managed to push me to this point from something that stupid. I wasn't sure if I felt more relief by getting it off my chest, or regret for telling Tony Stark of all people. "Clint" I turned and met Nat's eyes. I finally snapped out of my trance and left the room. I went up to my room and shut the door a bit more rough than I meant to. I locked it and slid down it, refusing to break down. Refusing to let it still hurt me. It was so long ago. It can't be this bad anymore. I hated myself for telling him anything. I hated myself for liking him. I hated myself for being weak. I hated everything about me. Nothing I do will ever be good enough. I ignored the knocking at my door and moved over to my bed. I stared at the ceiling as I decided whether or not I would rather disappear. Fury would help me with that.