Avengers Preferences

Barton ~ The Archer

Name: Joel Barton

Age: 35

Powers: Archer and martial artist

Relationships: Married to Clint Barton

Time: Civil War

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Dear Clint,

We've pinpointed your teams location at the airport. I'm fully prepared for combat, but I'd be lying if I said I wanted to be. But with how you've treated me, what if I am?

Fights like this happen in movies, Clint. This wasn't supposed to happen to our team. You said you were retired. You have a family, our family. Theres a hundred thrown out speeches I could've said to you but you weren't here to hear it.

I've been the archer, Barton. And I've been the prey. How could you ever leave me? Why didn't you stay?

We're almost at the airport now... I need you to realize that your actions have negatively impacted me, and I don't know if I can forgive you.

Your one and only, 

Joel Barton

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I folded the letter in half and stuffed it in my pocket. Nat paced by me and paused, "We need you to be strong."

"What?" I asked, after no context entailed from her statement.

"Clint is a criminal now, whether we like it or not. You can't let yourself become the prey, here."

I nodded, turning my head downwards. "Nat, wait," I caught her before she walked back to her seat. "I had a strange vision last night..."

"Another one of those? Aren't they just dreams?"

"I told you," shaking my head, my voice fell quiet. "They're more than dreams, Nat. I've seen how this plays out. Something happens in the future, and it's not good."

"Well," she said, interested. "What was it?"

My eyebrows furrowed in thought as I attempted to recall the dream. "Something happened... a major surge of energy. People... disappeared. Clint disappeared, Tony died... you died..."

"How did I die?" She interrupted with concern. They were only dreams, right?

"Clint... I don't know." I shook my head. "It was dark, with hints of red light. An enormous cliff. Clint was there, he looked older, darker, you had different hair. It wasn't an accident, it was like there was a sense of purpose..."

"Clint kills me?" She asked shocked, however still entirely skeptical about what I was saying.

"Not exactly..."

"Look Joel," she placed her gloved hand on my shoulder. "Don't stress too much about these dreams. I doubt they mean anything."

I nodded back up at her. If any of it's true... all of my heroes die all alone...

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"Wow, it's so weird how you run into people at the airport. Don't you think that's weird?" I watched Tony mock as he stepped forward towards Cap. I stayed above, trying to get intel on Clint's location.

They continued to talk. I ran a scan over a portion of the airport and found sheaths of arrows hidden. "He's here," I whispered to myself.

Scanning again slowly over the foreign location, Tony continued to converse with Steve, attempting to talk sense into him. Peter flew in, stealing Caps shield right out of his grasp. "Just like we taught 'em," I giggled to myself.