hostage: Billie Eilish
*Latin-two*
I stared into the box at my feet, contemplating. Sighing I sink down to my knees. They're dead, all of them, every last one. Even Nathaniel. My whole family, dead.
A strong hand comes to rest on my shoulder, the owner a silent comfort. Another man appears beside me, his hand sitting opposite to his partner's. Its reassuring weight reminding me that I'm not alone. Not anymore.
Loki and Perseus say nothing and in that silence, I found my answer. Reaching into the box I drag out my old costume. Hawkeye burned with his family. And is his ashes Ronin was born.
Holding the gear of black and gold felt like coming home. It was a reminder of simpler times. Of cold, biting remarks and slow, bloody kills. Fuck Hawkeye, fuck patience, fuck loyalty. Fuck SHIELD, it was my game now. And Ronin didn't play by the rules. My lips curled into a vicious smirk. HYDRA will be the first to die.
So, this will definitely be made into a book, or be added into Two Broken Souls, then become its own fic. Probably will be a Winterhawk, James 'Bucky' Barnes x Clint Barton, but you never know... comment, tell me your thoughts! love Y'all. Peace, Blue Cooookies!
