Complicated -- An Avengers Fanfic

Chapter Twelve

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"What the hell did Stark just say?" Clint shouted, all traces of his previous happiness gone from his face. Instead, his face was a very bright red color, and a green vein was visible in his forehead. I scooted back from him, beyond terrified of the man in front of me. I shot a look over at Steve and Natasha, but they were conveniently busy getting the jet up into the air.

"Damn it Tony..." I muttered under my breath, horrified that he chose to bring this topic up right now. Of all times he could have brought it up, why now? I mean, we were about to go to battle, and he thinks it's a good time to bring up the fact that I was in love with the man we were going to fight?

"You know that you love me," I heard him say from the other line.

I sighed, and waited until the jet was moving to speak to Clint, who was still glaring at me.

"Over the past week, I noticed how... similar Loki and I are," I started, still not knowing how I should continue from this point.

"Similar? How the hell are you two similar?" He yelled, venom dripping from his words.

I winced, and sat down in a seat, with Clint sitting down directly across from me.

"Well, our situations are similar, I..."

"How the fuck are you like him, Samantha?"

I had had enough at that point. He didn't get to yell at me like this, not after everything that he's done!

"Because we both have brothers who think that they're so much fucking better than us!" I screamed, my temper getting the best of me. Clint's blue eyes widened slightly at my words, some of the anger fading from his expression. 

I sighed, and held my head in my hands, my own anger fading away, replaced with sadness. I looked back up at Clint, frowning.

"Everyone loves you Clint, you're Hawkeye for God's sake! How could I ever compare to that? I'll always be underneath you in everyone else's eyes. And how can I be angry at Loki for being in the same situation? We both know what it's like to never be good enough. No matter what we do, our brothers can always do better,"

Clint's face softened even more, and he stood from his seat.

"Sammie..." He started.

I stood from my seat, and held up a hand to cut him off.

"No." I stated, my voice somehow calm and collected. "You don't get to 'Sammie' me, and make everything better. No."

My voice wavered slightly, and I shook my head. I sighed, and slumped back into my chair.

"You of all people know that we can't choose who we fall in love with." I shot a pointed look at the redhead who was piloting the jet, and Clint groaned when he realized what I was talking about. I had always known that he was in love with Natasha, but there had never been any reason to bring it up before now.

"Samantha, there's a difference. Loki is an evil God who is trying to take over the world!" He said.

I shook my head.