Broken Allies (ClintxReader) ✔️

Chapter Seventeen.

You awoke later than usual, finding it to be around twelve when you finally tumbled out of bed. You took a cold shower to properly wake yourself before changing into your outfit at around one. You wore black shredded jeans, black crop top, camo army styled jaclet and combat boots. French braiding your hair, you grabbed your gun and dagger before heading to the kitchen for something to eat.

Everyone was lounging about in the living room, t.v playing as they laughed and chatted. You just grabbed a bottle of water and sat at the table in silence, thinking of what you would soon have to face.
You would have to go back there, back to the place where you watched the life drain from her eyes and then head over and take out a threat that B/f/n and you were aiming to do.
None of it felt real, you weren't ready to face it all. Not now, not ever.

"Y/n?"

Being snapped out of your thoughts so suddenly you threw your arm ourwards and a ball of water went launching towards who had spoke.
It was Sam, and he had the dodged the ball of water by the knick of his skin.

"Sorry, you said something?" You questioned, almost in a daze as you clenched at the handle of your dagger.

"I asked you if you were okay?"

"Uh...yeah...m'fine"  you mumbled out, staring down at your hands at your hands to find them red and casually as possible standing and heading over to the sink to scrub your hands.

The others eyed you as you scrubbed at your hands but soon left you too it as you turned the tap off and headed to your room. You sat on your bed in silence, no movement made as time passed until the clock hit four and you headed out. Collecting your gun and dagger from the table in the kitchen and attaching them to your belt, you and the team headed out to the quinjet. Clint and Natasha sat in the cockpit and soon set of as everybody took their seats and attached their earpieces.
Stuck in your mind and blocking everything out, it was a shock when the jet descended into the train station.

With everyone exiting, you came last. Taking ginger steps along as you eued the evidence left from your fight. From the dented walls to the debris filled floor, it wasn't enought to stop your eyes from finding a certain spot. You stalked over, feet stopping inches away from the scarlet dyed floor where your best friend once lay. Your mind played it over, the event still fresh in your mind as a bitter smile crossed your lips.

Turning your back, you headed out of the train station, the ground shaking with each step as the anger literally rolled of you. The others followed you close behind and it wasn't that long later that you arrived at the facility.
The moon was up and the stars were out with the time now being around ten in the night.

"How are we supposed to fight in the dark, Y/n?" Pietro huffed through the earpiece and it was the first time you had properly snapped out of your own head since they had got into their positions.

"With light" you answered vaguely.

"What light?" Bucky asked.

"I'll give you some" you answered.

You clapped your hands together, a small flame igniting and growing bigger and bigger before you threw it into the air. There was now a massive ball of fire floating in the air, lighting everyones way. It wasn't long after that you set of an earthquake that drew out as many Agents as you could with Natasha and yourself heading into the facility. The red-head took out the scientists and any other agents as you headed for the offices, knowing thats where they would keep the files.

You rooted around for anything you could, getting what you needed before rushing out with Nat by your side. Natasha rushed out of the door first and just as you was about to exit, you felt something cold and metal against your temple. A gun.

"Beg" the agent ordered.

You didn't even flinch, no fear running through you at all as this gun determined it all. You didn't fear death.

"Beg!" He growled but you just let a cold smirk twist onto your lips as you steeled your head round slightly to look at him.

"Go ahead, I don't cower under deaths grip"

He growled and inched to pull the trigger before an arrow lodged into his throat and he dropped to the floor.

You looked to where Clint was and just nodded at him before returning to the fight, U.S.B drives that contained all information in your jean pockets. Scanning the grounds to see all of your team out, you shared a knowing look with Steve before launching a massive ball of fire at the building.

Setting it and everyhting in it alight.