Fighting Next To You ~ A Clintasha FanFiction

Part Seventeen

I find myself being pulled up from the ground by Brett Smith. "Y'know, I'm impressed Romanoff. No one else has managed to escape the Phosgene gas before." He laughs in my face. I try to scurry away. More agents file into the corridor. Brett kicks Clint's body and turns away from it. I shudder. From the corner of my eye, I can see Clint's eyes flutter open. He's wearing a bullet proof vest!

"It's a shame, y'know. You could have been great as an A.I.M. agent, but instead you chose S.H.I.E.L.D, your skills are being wasted, Miss Romanoff." Clint discretely pulls a gun out from his pocket. "There's still time to join the other side, Miss Romanoff, there' still-" Brett yells out in pain as the bullet tears a hole in his heart.

"You were saying?" Clint smiles, getting up off the floor. Thousands of A.I.M. agents aim their guns at our heads now.

"We're done for." I mutter, before a huge chunk of the ceiling drops down onto the floor and woman leaps down into the corridor. It's Avana Sparks. With force, she throws a grenade into the middle of the mass of agents. Clint and I move away as the grenade explodes, causing the whole building to shake. The agents all tumble to the floor.

"Sparks? What the hell?" Barton questions.

"You were in that room with us! On the chair! You died!" I cry out in shock.

Avana Sparks shrugs. "One of the female guards and I shared a strong resemblance, before I escaped, I switched clothes with her and left her on the chair." I don't even know this woman, but I already love her. "Now let's go, the helicopter is about to land."

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Clint and I climb into the helicopter, Avana Sparks behind us. Coulson greets us. "Well done guys, the building is being infiltrated now. Did you find any files?" Coulson asks. Still breathless, I fumble around for the files I retrieved. I pass them to him.

"We'll need all three of you present at the meeting with the council tomorrow. Dress smart." Coulson tell us as the helicopter flies over the building. Hundreds of S.H.I.E.L.D vehicles are parked outside, agents rushing in to the building.

"What happened, do you two need a medic?" Coulson sounds worried.

"We were attacked with Phosgene gas, but we managed to mitigate it. A medical check would still be appreciated though." Clint tells Coulson.

"Medical check required." Coulson says into his earpiece.

"Did you know Avana was okay all along?" I ask. Coulson shakes his head.

"Janeeva and Tay found her during their search last week." He tells us. "

They told us she was in Ireland?" I question. Clint nods.

"We thought that too, but once they found her we decided not to tell you. It might have disrupted your mission." Coulson rummages around in the compartment next to him and pulls out some water. "Here." He passes all three of us some water. "You guys deserve a well-earned break," Coulson begins. "This was a tough mission." Clint and I nod. Avana stays silent.

"Thank you for helping us out back there." I say graciously.

"I'm just glad you murdered that dickhead." She laughs, referring to Brett Smith.

"Luckily, thanks to all three of you, these experimentations will be coming to a close. The bad news, is that A.I.M. always find a way to spring back to life, whether it be due to help given by Hydra or H.A.M.M.E.R. or by having many smaller organisations, hidden away." Coulson sounds worried. He shakes his head. "Anyway, Sparks, how are you doing?" He puts a hand on her knee.

"I need help Coulson. Some of the things I saw..." She trails off, a tear slipping down her cheek.

"What did you see? What did they do to you?" He pushes.

"They ran so many tests on me. I don't feel like a human being any more. Each day one of my cellmates would be found dead. I lost so many people. I saw so much terror." I hand her a tissue.

"Don't worry Avana; you'll get the help you need. I promise." Clint says as we come in to land.