I hopped out of the jet as we reached a museum in Stuttgart. There was a benefit going on inside of it, which I promptly ignored by focusing on the lab on the side of the museum. Guards were scattered everywhere around the building, but I just sat down in a dark corner and took control of one and glanced around, noticing an arrow fly straight at me. I phase out as the body falls, dead and I race towards the man, seeing the man above me on the second story fall off, an arrow in him too. I glance across the street and notice Clint and other agents under Loki's control come over to the laboratory door I was beside. I run forward and quickly knock the other agents out until I had to dodge an arrow, which flew past my head as I ducked. I kicked up at Clint, but he just catches my foot with his bow and doesn't allow me to move. I struggle as I reach up and grab the other end of the bow, tugging as I roll over my self, Clint coming along for the ride since he didn't release the bow.
"Summers! Report!" Fury yelled in my ear and I tried to stay focused on Clint, who kicked me in the gut, sending me into the wall of the museum. I gasp and slide down it slightly, my head pounding and my ear getting a lecture from Fury, which I couldn't hear over the ringing in them. I drew an arrow and shot it Clint, who just grabbed it and aimed it back towards me. I rolled out of the way since I didn't want to get hit and it would explode soon. As soon as it did, Clint put a portable holographic projector over the retina scanner access panel next to the door. He clicked it and an eye started to form, confirming it was the Doktor Heinrich Schäfer. The door opened and Clint walked inside, grabbing a briefcase from an unconscious buddy of his. When he walks out, I get up and fire a smoke arrow, flooding the space with smoke as I slide on my thermal goggles.
"You need to stop this." I whisper to him as I get the briefcase out of his hand and begin to run towards the area the jet had been. Keyword, had been. "Really?" I whisper, before seeing a jet fly over to the front of the museum, where screaming was. I begin to dash over to there before a gun goes off and pain shoots up my leg as I fall onto my face, grimacing. I still got up though, hobbling away from Clint until he got behind me and jabbed his elbow into the side of my head. Pain seared through my body as I lay on my side, clutching at my head as I couldn't think, couldn't move. I knew he had the case. I knew I didn't do my mission. I just couldn't register it. He just walked away without a single thought to me.
A song started playing around me until I looked up at the sky and saw Iron Man land in the plaza near me. I also saw the Quinjet from before.
"Tasha." I whisper into my mic as I switched it's frequency. "Tasha. Are you there?" The Quinjet landed before Tasha was in front of me, along with Rogers, both of who were in their uniforms.
"What happened to you?" Rogers stated as he helped me up, Tasha looking around the area.
"Tried to get back the iridium. Didn't expect Barton." I look at Tasha. "He isn't him. He just isn't." Tasha nods before we get into the Quinjet, which had Stark and Loki in it, Loki's hands tied and he was strapped into the chair. "What did you do to him?" I question Loki as the hangar door closes, Tasha pulling the Quinjet into the air. "What did you do to Clint?"
"Agent Barton know sees what he wants in the world, even if it isn't with you." Loki whispers, a smile on his face. "He's told me about you and your powers. Also told me about how he is just using you. He doesn't love you, Agent Summers."
I quickly grab an arrow from my quiver and draw the bow, aiming it at him. "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't kill you now."
"Ver." Tony calls and I don't let my eyes wander. "Fury needs to talk to him."
"I'll just access his memories when he's dead." I grumble and Rogers comes over and stands in front of my bow. "Move."
"Let's just get your wounds bandaged." Rogers stated and I looked down at my leg, which was still bleeding. "Now."
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Accuracy and Precision (Clint Barton/Hawkeye Love Story)
Action"What does it take to be really good at this?" I whisper, looking up at him as our hands touched. He coughed and looked at the weapon in our hands. "It doesn't take much. Just practice. That and some accuracy and precision." "Accuracy and precision...
