"Wake up! Come on, Clint!" Steve looked frantic. He had no clue what to do - except for obviously, shaking me.
I'd never woken up in the facility before; so when I did, I was expecting Laura to be facing me.
"I_ I'm sorry... I didn't mean to wake you up again..." My breathing was quite shallow.
"Again?"
"Hm?" I opened my eyes, which slowly focused on Steve, "Ah!" I ended up coughing from the amount of breath that escaped me; gasping - and I gaped at Steve.
"Barton... What do mean by 'again'?" He sounded stern.
"I... I've just been...having...nightmares."
"That are that bad?!"
"N_No!" I lied very unconvincingly.
"How long has this been going on?"
"Only, ..." I gave a sheepish look, "...A few days."
"...Clint..."
"Steve, I'm fine," I forced my pressured smile - that, surprisingly, actually convinced Steve.
"Okay... Well, I..." He completely dismissed what he was saying earlier, "... Get some rest," And with that, he quickly left the room.**
Steve, apparently, did not believe me, ... At all!
He strode straight back in to the conference room, where everyone else was sat - and discussing your's truly.
"You took a long time. All you had to do was drag him by his sorry butt," Tony looked up and smirked at Steve; clearly joking, "Really though, what took so long?"
"I... Don't even know..." Steve sat himself down heavily in a seat that surrounded the table and he placed his elbows on to it in a quizzical manner, "...Does anyone know what is wrong with Clint?"
Again, mockingly, Tony replied with, "Besides being a gymnast?" He pulled up the footage they had all been watching moments earlier of me doing back flips and tightrope walking.
"No, not that," Steve replied dully, without even looking up, "I meant... Is he ill?"
Natasha looked up quickly, "Not that I know of. I mean, he tells me everything," A hint of worry came to her voice.
"Right..." Steve quickly began to sound nervous, "...But. He'd tell us if he was, right?"
Natasha shook her head, and unanticipated by everyone - Tony walked out of the room.**
"J.A.R.V.I.S , take a scan of Clint," Tony announced when he stormed through my door moments later, "Scan for anything that could defect his health..."
"Tony...? I'm fine, really."
"You know I don't trust you Agent types," he circled my bed with concern on his face; not even attempting to mask his worry by holding his chin."Sir, it would seem Mr.Barton is going through some sleep deprivation. He has managed only eight hours sleep during this current week."
"Clint! What are you doing all night?! Binge watching My Little Pony?! Or do I not even want to know?"
"You don't wa_."
"Yes I do. What's the problem, Barton?"
"I've just got these...Nightmares. I'm fine."
"Clearly not," he nodded at the now clear hologram that showed my health rates were going down the drain.
"I can't stop them Tony. I've taken everything... I just need to get through my job; help some more people, before I_."
"Before you what?" Tony turned around to face me, sharply.
"You can't live without sleep, Tony."
"Then you best get some sleep then."
"It's not that simple..."
"You're not dying!" Tony looked on edge as his voice cracked. Thinking back to the first hallucination that Wanda had showed him of all of us Avengers lying dead.
"I'm sorry Tony. I just can't." I rose from the bed despite the room spinning and my vision bluring from my tire and heavy head. And I strode back towards the conference room; trying to look confident.Tony followed me in silence, and glanced around at the others; shaking his head in some kind of signal.
Steve was the one to speak up, "Barton, I don't know what's going on with you, but nothing good is going to come from not finding help."I looked around at them all sternly and with a fustrated tone, despite the fact that I knew they were right, "I'm fine. Now get those videos off the screen..." A hint of worry began to show in my voice, "...Please."
Tony could tell by my tone that I was scared in some form, and he took them down without questioning - which I have to admit, we all found impressive.**
After hours of discussing my health and all of that boring; sciency, stuff that you all don't want to listen to: I had finally convinced them to talk about the mission...
"The Circus of Crime are a _."
...Until ..."Mr.Stark. I have found a cure for Agent.Barton's deprivation."
WHY, JARVIS?!
"What have you got for me, Jar' ?"Suddenly a dart flung itself out of the wall and at my neck - and I flopped, face first, on to the table.
"I think you hit a nerve, Jar'..."
"That was the idea, sir."
"Ah..." Tony pocked my head and it rolled slightly from its face down position.
"Good work," Tony smirked up at the speakers.And I slept. For at least three days.
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Hawkeye: Agony
FanfictionThis is a fanfiction based on the past and future of Clint Barton. Whatever caused him to live in such a suburban house; causing his family to live in restriction. What if Clint wasn't always the happy man that he shows himself to be? What would hap...