Carry Me Home -Hawksilver-

Prologue

Pietro Maxmioff's body lay the hard metal flooring of the S.H.I.E.L.D. heliacarrier motionand breathless.

His silvery hair with locks of brown underneath was matted with the dirt and rubble of the Sokovia atmosphere, his face smeared with dark grey ash.
His once cool ocean blue eyes were dull like a storm blowing over a sea. They stared off in the distance, but not wholly focusing on anything. They never blinked, never moved, just stared into empty oblivion.

A stream of blood had trickled from the corner of his mouth. The crimson bright and vivid upon his pale face.

The blue-gray of his track shirt was stained with blood from the bullets of the machine gun originally targeted at Clint Barton and a civilian boy. Each bullet entry beginning an open flow of blood that expanded in a ripple like effect. The thick liquid darkening the blue clothing a deep violet. It was still fresh, the blood, gleaming in the light.

Pietro's corpse was still warm as Clint carried him to the heliacarrier. He had checked for a pulse at least three times, refusing to believe that the kid was dead. He cringed at the word. Dead. Clint had killed before, countless numbers in fact, but never fully took it in consideration. Of course he knew what he was doing, whose life he was taking away, only rarely thinking about it on a emotional level. The archer took one last look at his short-lived teammate before flopping down on the row on seating beside Pietro.

The rays of sun pecked through the grey clouds over of what use to be the city of Sokovia shining down in Clint's face, making the sweat on his face sparkle. He closed his eyes and raised his arm to rest it on his forehead, creating some shade over his eyelids.

At first his mind was blank and then the thought of Wanda appeared. How was he going to tell her? However, she probably already knew. Word gets around fast. Her reaction worried him even more. She could channel her anger towards Stark, blaming him for the death of another one of her family members. Clint wouldn't be able to look at her, knowing that because of him her brother was dead. He turned his head to the side and pushed the thought away.

Clint's ear piece was silent. No word from the team of the state of the city, the civilians, or the whereabouts of Ultron.

Damn Stark. He was the cause of this mayhem; believing he could protect the world by planting exotic alien energies into a walking, talking, death machine. Now it formed a mind of it's own and changed it's programming to deem the Avengers as the biggest threat to the world. Maybe Clint agreed. The world did need protection from Stark and his deranged experiments.

As he lay out stretched on the row of seating and Pietro Maxmioff's body beside him, the coughing began. It didn't sound like a harsh raspy cough, but instead a gurgle as if someone was choking. Clint opened his eyes and rose up from the seating, leaning on his elbows for support and he surveyed the area. There was no one around, besides a few agents from the heliacarrier. He listened closer, the cough sounding near. Clint whipped his head around and looked down at the flooring as Pietro began coughing up blood.

Without hesitation, Clint rolled off the seating and knelt beside the kid. As he opened his mouth in attempt to speak, his once dull and dead eyes showed a flicker of light as they focused on Clint's. The archer placed a hand on Pietro's blood soaked chest.

"Don't speak, okay? Just keep breathing. Focus on me. Keeping breathing, kid." He said trying to keep his voice calm, but his words were as shaky as each breath Pietro took. The dark liquid poured from his mouth, dying his lips a faint pink and splotching his teeth an orange-red. Clint raised his unoccupied hand to his ear piece just as Pietro spat up more blood.

"Crap." He mumbled, accidentally in to the ear piece.

"Lang-"

"Shut it, Stark. This is serious. I need a medic team on the heliacarrier now. The kid's up and kicking... Sort of."

Yay, Pietro is alive. I hope you all enjoyed the Prologue of Carry Me Home. This story does have a actual plot so just bare with me if you can. A few headcanons will be added in. Please comment (add your own headcanon in the comments) or continue to the next chapter.