Avengers Imagines

To Your Name

A/N: The song is linked above if you'd like to hear it

Marke bhi na vaada apna todenge
(Even death cannot make us break our promise)

"Ready to cross?" Eliciting speech was an entirely different level of pain. The metallic taste in your mouth grew as the blood flowed in with increased vigor. Nothing below your waist had the privilege of feeling anymore. The snow beneath you was turning crimson at an alarming rate. One of your hands was pressed ineffectively against the giant gash on your stomach and the other lay shakily on Clint's cheek.

Clint, who had also been damaged beyond what he could take. The left side of his head had been bashed in. Thankfully, that side was mostly obstructed from your view, facing the ground as he was sprawled beside you. His right leg had been rendered completely immobile owing to several bullet wounds. "Only if you don't leave me hanging on the other side." Clint slowly brought his hand up to his cheek, wrapping it around yours.

"You think death can take you from me?" With monumental force, you dragged yourself toward him. "Death does not have the power. No one has the power." You chuckled. At least Clint thought you would. He had lived with you long enough and loved you for even longer to be able to predict your reactions from the infinitesimal twitching of your facial muscles. Only this time, his skill failed him.

Clint never heard a full chuckle, merely the beginnings of one; following which your hand stilled ominously and your eyelids closed shut. A clear stream of tears washed away a path through the blood and dirt on Clint's face. He knew it would not last long though, for the same fate awaited him shortly.

Ek duje ka saath kabhi na chodenge
(Neither of us shall ever leave the other's side)

"Wait up, I'm coming." He whispered as he closed his eyes, hoping to open them in a better place. A place with lesser pain and preferably no blood.

*SEVEN HOURS EARLIER*

Fingertips pressed against the cover of a folder, you slid it across the table. "Listen, I don't care how high-profile this is. I'm not going." Tony looked at you with exhausted helplessness in his eyes. "Please enlighten us as to why."

"Why? Because this," You vaguely gestured to your body from head to toe, "does not want to be near snow." Clint stood up, dismissing himself from the meeting. "Yeah, wherever she goes, I go. And vice versa."

-

"How? How did I end up here? I thought I said no." Voice breaking, you exclaimed as you looked around the jet in despair. Steve turned around in his seat with a smile. "Because even though you pretend to have this cold, uncaring exterior, deep down you care. You are aware of the repercussions of our failure in this mission and you do not want innocents to suffer."

"Do not come at me with your goodness in thee clownery right now Steve you will die." Flabbergasted at being called out, you quickly snapped. Hands up in surrender, Steve slowly turned back. "Alright. Jeez!"

"Team, I know you're not gonna like this, especially the sulking lovebirds in the back but we have been attacked." Tony's voice was laced with apprehension. "Midair?" Clint stood up in sudden surprise and was promptly thrown across the floor as the jet took an unprecedented sharp turn right to avoid oncoming attack.