Arrows (Hawksilver)

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(Clint)
*the dream*
Pietro stood a few steps away from me, he was smiling, he had such a perfect smile.
"Clint," he said softly, his eyes held a new fear that I hadn't seen before then. "I don't want to die," he was sobbing and then there was a shot, his body went rigid, blood started covering his body, it dripped from his face, and he had a look of pain on his face.
"Clint you killed me! Save me, help me!" his voice come out as sobs. He fell to the ground and blood pooled around his head as it left his mouth, his white hair, now a blood stained red, was stuck to his head drenched in blood. Every few moments there was a shooting sound and arrows stuck out of his body. His eyes had fear in them.
"Clint, you killed me," he sobbed. "Save me, please save me!" blood was still dripping out of his mouth
I turned around no control over me to see myself standing with a bow in hand, a broken smile resting on my face. PIetro suddenly stood next to him, still covered in blood, his body broken.
"You killed me. Why didn't you save me! You could save me! Save me from you"

(Clint)
I woke up with a start, not in my room, actually i'm not really sure where I am. I glanced around the room, my arms were strapped down, started to struggle until Bruce walked around the corner.
"Clint you awake, i'll take those off," he said with a laugh as he started at the ropes that held me down, I looked around.
"Why i am I here?" I asked sitting up as the thick leather bonds fell off me.
"Night terrors, PIetro brought you down," he said looking me up and down. I yawned, sleep still heavy in my eyes.
"He did?" I asked looking at a clock on the side of the wall. 11am, that's sleep and a half. Bruce was looking at a clip bored he didn't say anything for what seemed to be an hour.
"Yes, he did, though he never went to bed last night," Bruce said still writing something on the clipboard. I stood up thanking bruce as I walked out of the medical wing. I step out into the far to warm tower, walking up the stairs, one foot after the other, until I'm in front of Pietro, his eyes bloodshot, his hair a fluffy pulled on mess, he stared straight looking at the wall, he been biting his lip, mouth had tried blood covering it. I sat down next to him and he threw himself on to him, his face buried into my chest. He wrapped his arms around my middle, his legs tossed awkwardly in my lap, his legs too long to fit in my lap, his hands were clinging tightly to my back, while my hands rested on his back, my hands running through his hair.
"Oh PIetro, it's okay," I whispered to him, he looked up at me, his head still resting against my chest, he looked like a young scared child, the only thing making him look older was the facial hair that he kept neat and short. His pale blue eyes looked up at me, so piercing it felt like he looked straight through me. Wanda walked out of her room, to see her older brother clinging to me.
"Wanda what would you do if you found out PIetro was dating someone?" It was Vision he was doing something in their room from the way he talked half hearted and busy.
"I wouldn't approve," Wanda said looking at me with pure anger.
"What why's that?" PIetro chirped still clutching my body tightly.
"They could do so much better," Wanda said chuckling, she then grabbed vision and dragged him down the hallway.
"Come on Vish, let's go," she called, vision was walking down in his 'human' form, i guess that's what you'd call it, he was tall, blonde, and if you lifted up the blonde curls that covered his forehead, you would see the yellow stone that gleamed in his forehead. Pietro made a whining sound and I looked down at him.

(Pietro)
Clint blinked and I kissed his cheek, so fast it would feel more than i gust of wind, he would have no idea. My face was flushed nonetheless, I curled myself more into his body covering my red face. He was looking down at me, his hand still trailing though my hair. He had a soft smile resting on his face, a smile that was often opted for a cocky smirk, one that held such arrogance, one that made it clear Clint was not someone to mess with, but the small that now covered his face spoke of child humor and relaxed. I couldn't help but let my cocky smile escape my face, he rolled his eyes, and ruffled my hair up.
"You gonna get off me?" he asked and pushed me slightly, but I hugged him tighter.
"No old man, you staying with me," I buried my face into his chest breathing in his smell, cheap cologne and coffee, he had a faint bit of smoke, most likely from the walk with Lucky last night. His shirt was purple, I never really understood his love for the colour, but he did, he owned a lot of useless purple items, but he seemed to think they were important. I could feel a chain resting just under his shirt.
"What's that?" I asked moving my head way so I could pull the chain from under his shirt, glinting in the light of the hallway was an arrowhead necklace, written in small writing, 'hawkeye's number 1 fan' I blushed and quickly unclipped the necklace.
"That's mine!" my hand covering the bottom half of my face.
"So it is," he said laughing. My face quickly turned red, it felt nervous, why did I get that? Why did I keep it.
"So number one fan," he said slowly standing up, he stood a few meters away from me, looking me up and down. Then come the shout. Without thinking i picked Clint up and ran.

(Clint)
We were moving to fast for the planet to even blur, it was just a mess of colour to fast for my brain to even process, with in a second not even when we were in the main room. Stenphane strange stood his arms raised high above his head, and Tony was yelling at him, a long steam if swearing was running from his mouth.
"What were you thinking you damn idiot, we need more people to take on Thanos! A small group of damned heros cannot defeat him! Are you fucking insane? Do you want to kill all of us? I understand you had fun going into a dark void and killing yourself hundreds of times! But i can't let you just kill my fucking team!" he was yelling while Stenpaahne just stared at him, anger covering his face.
"Pietro, Clint," Stenphange said his voice sounding far calmer than his face let anyone to believe, Tony turned on his heels to glare at us, after awhile PIetro practically dropped me, seeming to realize he was holding me. There were moments of quiet, dead quiet until Pietro spoke up.
"What's this talk for thanos? And killing all of us?" it was moments like this that made me realize he was innocent, slovakia had been so separate from the rest of the planet it was almost like he comes from a different planet.
"Thanos is after some magic rocks that will kill us all apparently," Tony let out a laugh, I looked over to stephan his face now showing more anger.
"There not "magic rocks" there infinity stones! And they will kill us all if we don't do something now!" he raised his voice anger showing. He sighed and threw his hands down on to his side. He looked at PIetro. Something flickered across his eyes.
"You.....you should be alive!" he said stepping forward. I looked at PIetro, fear shining in his eyes.
"What do you mean?" I asked stepping in front of PIetro, he looked very pale.
"Pietro maximoff, you were meant to die in the fight of ultron!" he yelled.

*the ultron fight*
(PIetro)
"You didn't see that coming" my voice sounded far too confident for a dead man, i can feel the bullets in my body and I fall to the ground. 'I died for you Clint i hope you know how much i love you'
Everything is white, bright and blinding. My body doesn't hurt, not in the slightest. I feel like I'm floating.
"It's your time to go," the voice was soft welcoming.
"Where am I going? What about my sister? And Clint?" I was meant to be scared but i was relaxed.
"Don't go," the voice was quiet, whispering in my ear. Far away i could hear yelling. I felt myself smile.
"Will they miss me?" I asked and smiled at the white light. I felt my body jolt. The pain was unbearable, it was like I was burning alive. I was dying all over again, but I didn't. It was like I was slipping away.
"He's smiling! He's alive!" I felt someone hug me tightly, and I started to relax. The pain started to eb.

*later*
I woke up in a white walled room, Clint sitting on a chair just looking at me, his eyes, open and blood shot, his hair was geezy and had gotten longer.
"Where am i?" I asked my voice hoarse and dry.
"PIetro!" it was Wanda she crushed her body into mine, I waited for the jolt of pain but I felt fine, perfectly normal. She helped me stand up, i waited for something to go wrong, but everything was fine. It was like I was never even shot.

*later*
Nobody ever brought up how i nearly died for Clint, it was never mentioned, like it never happened. Like I didn't die for him, like I wasn't brought back. Like everything was perfectly normal.

*prestant*

(Clint)
I stepped forward, my body now blocking Pietro.
"You should be dead!" Stehpan yelled making strange orange circles form in his hands.
"Whoa doc, what this?" it was Tony speaking up for the first time in a while, he was still standing behind stenpahn.
"He needs to die, this has to be the one where we win!" He had a slight twinge of madness in his eyes.
"Run," I told PIetro but he stayed put, and moved around in me in a blink of an eye.
"What do you mean? 'Should be dead'?" he held his body in a way, ready to run should things go astray.
"You should have been killed in the battle of ultron, shot saving Clint. Never see your sister end up with, what do you call it? Vision? The one who carries the stone, anyways, your death was supposed to start the sokovia accords, later cursing Tony and Steve to fight, saving Bucky Barnes, your death is the leading trigger to so much!" Stehan had let the orange circles fizzle out from his hands. "We have to kill him," Stehanp said and started to form a portal. "No that wouldn't work, he was meant to die in sokovia," he was talking to himself muttering things as he thought of how to deal with this situation. Pietro looked pale.
"Then why am I alive?" he practically yelled, I stepped forward so I was standing next to him.
"Wrong question, why is it a bad thing that he is?" I asked, my voice come out laced with anger, Pietro had to be alive, he was the most important person in my life as of now.
"This means we may well all die," Stehapn said, and PIetro the man who runs everywhere very slowly, too slowly, walked away, his foot hitting the ground slowly. Until it was just the three of us standing in the room, it was quiet, very quiet.
"Happy stange?" I yelled as I took off running, my feet carrying me towards him, knowing if he wanted to get away from me, i was useless, who wasn't useless in a race with that man. PIetro was standing outside me room, and looked at the door.
"You can go in," I said now standing behind him, my body close to his. Too close. I didn't want to move away, he opened the door and walked inside, he was moving so slow. He threw himself on the bed, his face buried deep in the sheets once again.
"You smell nice," his voice come out muffled in amongst the sheets. "Like coffee and too much after shave, and sometimes like smoke, city smoke though, not like your a smoker, your not the smoker type," he continued to ramble into the blankets, i sat down next to him and he kept rambling, still talking about coffee, after shave, and smoke. I don't say anything as he kept talking and talking.
"You done?" I asked and he rolled over so he was laying on his back, his arms flung across the bed, he looked tired, heavy bags covering his face.
"I'm tired," he whined and I sighed, he seemed to act more and more like a kid these days.
"What's wrong?" I asked and he sighed, he looked lost scared, broken.
"When i.....when i was with hydra, they did experiments on us again, they made me stronger, which I guess is great because I've become stronger but," he lifted his shirt to show dark bruising covering his torso. "I can't fully control it, and to make matters worse, I get random burst of energy, I don't even know when the last time I slept was, Clint, I'm so tired," his eyes started to close, and I lay down next to him.

*later*

(PIetro)
I woke up, with Clint's body curled around mine, his hand resting over my side, and his slightly shorter body pressed neatly into my back, his head pressed into the back of my neck, a heavy blanket cover us, i could feel Lucky asleep at our feet, breathing heavily in his slumber. I looked at the time, 1 pm, we'd slept the day away, I didn't bother getting up, i lay my head back down and acted like I never woke up, this had been the best and only sleep I'd had in what seemed forever. I could feel clint steer behind me and I shut my eyes in a rush, I felt him sit up and I could feel his eyes boring into my skull.
"Finally asleep i see," Clint said quietly, I could almost hear the smile on his face. "My best night sleep too, and I'm blaming this sleep on you," he said with a chuckle. I felt him lean down and place a gentle kiss on my cheek.
"I wish you would just stay here forever," he said and lay down next to me, carefully moving his body away seemingly to suck all the height out of my body.
"Morning Clint," i said my voice coming out groggy.
"Oh hey Pietro, did you sleep well?" he asked sitting up and stretching his arms above his head I rolled over to face him, his hair normally spiked up was mussed down, lying almost flat against his head. I smiled and tried to fix his hair, not thinking, i slowly spiked it up, a smile resting on my face as I went.
"What are you doing?" he asked his voice coming out low, shocked.
"Fixing your hair...." I muttered and felt the blush cover my face, I dropped my hands quickly, he smiled slightly.
"I can tell that much, but why?" he asked looking at me with sympathetic eyes, I hated how sorry he looked right now.
"Why do you look like your feeling sorry for me right now?" I asked ignoring his question entirely, he looked taken aback and lay back down, he didn't say anything and i thought about leaving. But i stayed put.
"Can I tell you something?" he asked and looked at me with something like sorrow, but much worse, much more pain.

(Wanda)
 Vision looked pale. I wasn't sure if that could really happen. He looked scared, and I knew that could happen. All I could do was hold him, as he had done countless times for me. "What are you scared of?" Vision asked and he rested his head on top of mine. "Vis, countless things, why do you ask?" I asked and moved my head so I was looking into his eyes. "I fear one thing," he said, his voice quiet. "To lose you and that being my fault," Then he appeared, a sickly gray colour. "I've come for the stone," he reached forward, we have to run. I grabbed his arm and tried to make him run, but he just stood there surrounded by a gray hue. "We have to go," I said and tried to pull him along, he had a look of fear on his face. "Wanda run, leave me here run," he was begging me, a new emotions laced in his voice. "No we need to run," I said and let my powers start up the red glow coming into my hands, Vision feel to the ground limp, pale, and dead. "What have you done?" I asked and shot a red energy ball at the gray figure who just laughed. "I have taken what I need now i shall leave" with that he left with a slight popping sound, I sunk down next to Vision and hugged his limp body to my chest. The tears fell down my face. I was angry, hurting, lost. everything was too much at this point. He had a look of fear painted on his face, stuck there permanently. I waited for him to ask why I was crying, so i could punch him hard for this horrible joke ...please be a joke......"Vis? Vision? Come on Vis! Vis i love you,"
(Clint)
"When I was travelling to find you i had a lot of time to think, and I started to realize something about myself, well realize some stuff about you and I. okay mostly about you, how I feel about you," I stopped talking for a second, trying to rethink what I was going to say. He looked at me with his head tilted to one side, he had questions in his eyes. "Go on?" he asked and looked at the ground, he didn't look very well. He looked scared, like he knew something was coming. "Well, over the time you were gone I realized how much I missed you, how much I was dying without you, I can't do that again, I can't go my life without you. I think I'm in love with.....with you" I stopped when Pietro went pale, he looked scared. He got up and bit by bit he turned into a dust. "Clint? Clint i'm scared, i don't want to lose you...i can't lose you...i've just gotten you...i love you too" then he was gone. He just turned into dust. What the hells going on! I ran out of the room, looking for anyone. "Hello!" I called the tower was mostly empty, then I heard a strangled cry. Wanda was on the floor, crying into a pale vision. "Is he okay?" I asked running up to her, the thought of PIetro being missing still eating at my focus. "He's dead," she sobbed out and i looked around the empty hall. "He's the Vision!" I said and picked her up slowly. "We have to find the other ...Pietro...he's missing," I couldn't help the purse in the sentence, Wanda's face paled. "No..." she quickly ran down the hall, looking for people. Steve was sitting on the floor horra written on his face. "He's gone ...there all gone!" *1 month later* The missing list James "bucky" Bucchin barnes 'the winter soldier'
Peter parker 'spider-man'
Sam wilson 'falcon'
PIetro Maxifmoff 'quicksilver'
Vision (?)
Dr Stehean strange 'doctor strange'
Peter quill 'star lord'
  Groot (is that even a name?)
Drax
Mantis
Scott lang 'ant-man'
Natasha Romanoff 'black widow' The list seemed to go on for pages after pages, a week after they went missing a talking Raccoon or "rocket", stupid name if you ask me, that Thor claimed to know. I left the tower after week two of them being gone. I read about the gang wars that had been happening, no one else was going to clear them up so i put it upon myself to fix all of it. I was in a small town North of somewhere called casper, I looked at the dead body in front of me, he had white hair, much like PIetro, but he was not PIetro, PIetro was gone...long gone. The man was shorter, had less of the brawn, the only thing that made him anything like Pietro was the white hair, and that was enough to make me miss him, enough to make me wish he was back. I kicked the body, hitting it hard in the ribs and i kept walking, looking for the next victim...