Marvel one shots (boyxboy)

Nathaniel Pietro Barton (Hawksilver)

Mystery person's POV

"Dad?" Clint hummed in response, indicating that Nate should go on. "Tell me about Pietro." Neither of them said anything for a while before Nate spoke up again. "Not me - Quicksilver."
"OK." Clint said nothing, as though he was thinking of what to say. "He was with Hydra. But he was good. Hydra controlled him. Just like uncle Bucky. He cost many people their lives. But he saved many others that day. He saved me." By the end of Clint's little speech his voice was almost at a whisper. Clint looked over at his son - Nathaniel Pietro Barton, whom he had named after the famous Pietro Maximoff - and realised that he was asleep. Clint gently scooped him up into strong arms - that day by day decided the fate of friend or foe. He disappeared into a room at the end of the corridor, then re-appeared again after two minutes. He went straight for the drinks cabinet in the kitchen and took out a large bottle of vodka. He grabbed the closest empty glass and poured the vile liquid into the glass and swallowed it back in one gulp. He seemed to give up on being civil and took several swigs from the bottle.
I crept round to the front of the house. As I stood in front of the door, I raised my right hand. It hovered inches away from the surface, but seemed unable to make any contact. After what seemed like hours I heard what sounded like a knock on a door and realised that my hand must have received the instructions from my brain. I heard Clint curse under his breath and approach the door. I stood back, into the rain. Into the darkness. The shadows. Where I belonged.

Clint's POV

I had just taken what must have been my 20th shot of vodka, when I heard a knock on the door. I glanced at the digital clock by the kettle, cursing under my breath once my vision cleared slightly and the searing red lines spelled out "23:59". I walked to the door, an arrow in my hand, not taking any risks. I opened the door.
"Seriously, what time do you call this? Huh? Fu-" I looked up and was never able to finish my sentence, as my whole body stopped dead in its tracks. My brain ceased to work. I stood there for a good five minutes before I gained control over my body again. I flung my arms around his neck and buried my head in his chest, soaking his shirt with tears. Immediately, I felt his strong arms wrap themselves around me as they rubbed circles onto my back - calming me. Contentment overwhelmed me and I continued sobbing, not caring at how weak I now looked. Once I felt like I couldn't cry anymore, I made a weak attempt at talking. My voice was hoarse and croaky from all the crying.
"Why? ... Why did ... you ... leave me ...?" My breath breath hitched almost between every word, and I wasn't even sure if he had heard me. I felt a hand slip under my chin, and soon my eyes found the silvery blue orbs which belonged to the love of my life, who I longed to spend every waking second of my life with, yet whom I would never have in the way in which I desired.
"I couldn't let you die. I would never be able to live with myself. Plus, you had a family to think about. They were relying on you." Then the impossible happened. As I stared into his silvery blue orbs, which could hold galaxies, I felt his breath ghost against my lips. I gasped as the coldness of his lips touched mine. I immediately kissed back, our lips in synch. My fingers pulling at long strands of silver-white hair. We just stood there, exploring each others mouths, hands exploring our bodies. He gently pushed me and I stumbled backwards, into the house. He closed the door quietly behind him, somehow sensing that Nate was in the other room sleeping. Eventually, he pulled away, and I whined at the loss of contact.
"Clinton Francis Barton, I love you."
"Pietro Django Maximoff, I love you, too. So much."

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So there you have it...
I love Hawksilver soooo much. Pietro is my little baby... ❤❤❤❤

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