Clint and the seven deadly sins

Pride

Pride at top

Clint's POV

"Morning! How'd ya sleep, sunshine? You know, you did great eating that man, yesterday. He was a bad man. He beat ya up for no reason. Now we won't have that problem again because of you, sunshine!" Pride praised me.

I wanted to forget that, but she wouldn't let me. I put in the hearing aids, and walked down to get some food.

I made a huge cup of coffee and added a little bit of milk and cocoa pebbles. I sat down and ate it with no care in the world. Tony looked at me weird, making me mad.

"The fuck are you eating?" He looked at it in disgust, making throw up noises. All while Steve is looking at him as if he was a bully.

I ignored Tony with an eye roll. The sins didn't like that too much. Before I knew it, my head felt like it was exploding. I ran back to my room, before it showed that I'm in pain. I fell on my bed, clutching my head.

All seven was screaming at me, especially Wrath. He was the loudest. The pain was unbearable, so I didn't hear or realize that someone came into my room.

The screaming got louder the closer the person became. I looked up and saw a nurse, one of the nurses from shield.

"Hey, hun, what's wrong? Steve sent me to take a look at you." She sat on the edge of the bed, with a hand on my wrist. That brought back some dark memories.

I ran to the bathroom, the pain even worse. She ended up following. The stupid girl even shut the door.

"Look, I'm here to help you. I need to make sure it's nothing serious." She responded. "le-"

She was cut off. My hand clutched her throat, making sure she got no air coming through her wind pipes.

"You wanna know what's up? I'll tell ya, I'm fucking crazy. I got seven voices in my head. Each like the deadly sins." I held a knife up to her stomach. My accent started getting heavy. "Ya know, I wonder what's wrong with ya? Let me play Doctor."

I pushed the knife into her stomach, slowly making my way from her waist to the bottom of her ribs. I made sure to take her top off. I cut the rest of the way to the middle of her boobs. I made a Y, like I was dissecting her, which I was. I made sure I didn't cut her organs. I reached inside of her stomach while I looked dead in her eyes.

She tried to scream, but no sound came out. I wouldn't loosen my hold on her throat. I messed with her organs, mixing them up and tying knots. "Oh no, it seems af if ya need some extreme surgery. It's a damn good thing that im here ta bandage ya up."

I sliced her throat so I didn't have to hold my hand to stop her from making noises. I layed her in the bath tub. I cut both her wrists and I cut her eyes out. I sat on the toilet, watching the life slowly leave her. My eyes was hazed over, like it wasn't even me doing this. Once an hour passed, after she already died, I started coming to my senses.

I looked at her in horror. I looked at my blood soaked hands, shaking violently. I ran to the mirror, not recognizing who I was anymore. I sat on the floor between the tub and the toilet. I rocked back and forth, crying my eyes out. I seem to be doing that a lot. I decided to add my blood to hers. I cut my chest, deeper than I had before.

I stood up, realizing not one sin was speaking up. I stood on my feet, letting out a shaky breath. I cleaned the blood on the floor and counter. I had to grab a machete from a bag under my bed to cut off her limbs so I could carry her easier to the dumpster. No one would think to look in the Avengers trash for a body or anything.

I cleaned the bathtub making everything look as if I hadn't just murdered somebody. I looked in the mirror, wishing I still had my medication. When I was younger, I had Provac for my depression and panic attacks. I could definitely feel a panic attack creeping it's way to me.

I rubbed my eyes, and fell on my bed. I decided to sleep the day away. I fell asleep, hearing Pride praising me. She's always reminding me about all the killings I want to forget.

"Sunshine, ya did an amazing job. The way her life slipped away. I like how ya went messy with the killing. That's your style. You were messy with all the killings. I like that about ya. I believe the other sins think that as well. We need to see more of your dark side." Pride woke me up.

Of course, I tried to get rid of the memory with sleep, but Pride didn't let me. That honestly pissed me off.

I walked off, seeing how it's already dark. I've been sleeping a hell of a lot. I made my way to the living room, stopping at a cracked door, halfway down the hall. I heard crying. I cracked the door more to find Peter curled up on the bed.

I pushed through the door, making myself known. "Ya okay, kid?"

He sat up, stopping his tears. "Yeah, I'm okay. It's nothing, just stupid emotions is all." Now that was bullshit.

"I call bullshit. I've been through many crying nights like these. I know when something is wrong, you can tell me." I was shocked at how much honesty I was giving the kid. At least it took the killing away from my mind for a limited amount of time.

"Aunt May got hurt. It's all my fault, if I was there she would've been fine. A bunch of robbers came to her house, hoping to find something valuable. Instead they found her. She was beaten and raped, just for her looks. I swear, guys are such dicks. I-I don't even know who did it to her. She knows what they look like, but she won't speak, not even to me." He started sobbing harder.

As if as an instinct, I engulfed him in a hug. Calming him down the best I can. He held on to my shirt, afraid to loosen his grip. He cried into my shoulder, until he managed to calm down.

"The worst part, is the fact that she stayed in the living room waiting for me to come. She had a cake on the counter and a present in her hands when she fell asleep. She knew my birthday is tomorrow. I'll be eighteen, so she got home early from work. I was so busy that I forgot about aunt May, about my own birthday." Tears started pooling out again.

I engulfed him in another hug. About an hour after crying, he fell asleep on my shoulder. I layed him down on the bed, and tried to leave, but he had a grip on my shirt still.