Arrows (Hawksilver)

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(Steve)
Within a few weeks we'd all separated, Tony, Clint and Bruce all leaving. Every few days Wade would turn up, he and Wanda would take, both of them would end up crying by about 30 minutes into the conversation. Sometimes Wanda would leave first often Wade would leave first. Sometimes they would fight, blaming themselves yell scream, then go back to the quiet talks they'd have everyday. I sighed, we hadn't heard from Clint in a month, it had hit everyone hard, but Clint of all people felt abandoned, he'd run off and was now hiding out somewhere. I glanced at my phone. 'I could send him an SMS, if i can open the darn thing' I turned it on and started at the password, the screen shone blue then opened, clicking on the small envelope icon i looked for Clint's name, he'd quickly become the only person I texted, excluding Tony, who was.....missing for lack of a better word. There was a long trail of one sided texts, Clint never replied, he dined calls, and I wouldn't be shocked if he'd 'blocked my number'.

Dear Clint,
So you've been ignoring my messages so I thought I'd write an update, Wanda hasn't been doing so good, she misses PIetro, vision and you. I think you should come back soon, we are working on a way of saving the others, we could really do with some help, I know you don't want to hear this but Pietro would want you watching over her. She needs you and i think you need someone too. I'm sure you miss him, actually i know you miss him, but running off and doing whatever you're doing is not going to bring him back, we might know how to though, I'd recommend that you come back, if for nothing else i need you, i need your help, i can't do this alone. United we stand, divided we fall. We have proof of this,
Steve.

I hit send on the blocky message, my fingers crossed, hoping that maybe he'd come back.

(Clint)
It was a full house, they were all armed, not that it would be hard to take them out. I got my bow ready to sneak up on them when my phone buzzed. My fucking phone. Trained assassin and I get court out because of my phone. My fucking phone!? They look up and one man cocks his gun and takes aim.
"What are you doing here we will shoot" a man barks and a warning shot is fired, the bullet bounces off a wall behind me.
"Good evening gentlemen," I say and put the arrow on the string, shooting an arrow through the first man's skull soon the room is showered with Bullets, the shells making clicking sounds as they fall to the ground. I stand behind the pillar, the bullets missing my body. The bullets keep firing. When someone yells over the sound of the bullets.
"You think we got him?" there is muttering and the bullets stop firing. I drop down and whip out a knife.

*later*
I sit on the ground, the dead bodies now empty meat sacks, I sighed and opened my phone to see a long message from Steve four from Wanda and a ridiculously large amount from Wade. . I open Wanda's first.

Hey, Clint, it's me, Wanda, uh when are you coming back?

Okay so i'm going to try to contact the snapped people using my powers

Bad idea headache

Get your butt back here I miss you!

I feel the guilt bite at my gut, then the tears after Steve message. The regert as i read Wade's In a month I'd become someone so different and dark. I look at the tattoos that cover my left arm, I'd gotten so drunk i'd just asked for a full arm PIece, ignoring the risk and issues that come along with it.

(Wanda)
Wade and I sat quiet. He looked worse than normal, the suit was hanging off his body in all kinds of ways. Not that he ever took the mask off. He had a sort of broken energy clinging to him, not that he didn't always have that but it had gotten worse, much worse, the snap was killing him more than it had killed half the universe, he sighed and looked around the empty room.
"I miss him," he was in a pinning mood and i was angry, done with the whining.
"We all miss someone! We all lost someone." I was yelling the anger taking over. "We can't all be Clint, Tony, Bruce and just run away! We need to be adults! WE ARE THE HEROS" I was crying and yelling the sorrow taking over. Wade looked at me with a frown apart on his masked face.
"Oh Woe is me!" Wade mocked, putting on a fake accent trying to copy mine. I was so close to slapping his stupid face.
"You know what Wade? Shut up! Just shut up!" I yelled and steve walked into the room, a frown on his face, bit by bit he was looking like a worn out dad, bags under his eyes, often his eyes where red and puffy. We both looked at him, I could feel the shame waving of Wade and myself.
"Stop fighting please," he asked his voice coming out faint. He'd lost Bucky three times now, he couldn't quite hold on. He sat down on the couch next to us and rubbed his eyes.
"I sent a text to Clint again" he said running a hand through his hair. The room was quite before both Wade and I muttered a 'same'.
"Anything from Stark?" Wade asked looking up from the ground.

(Pietro) *the soul room*
The walls of the room where a deep orange, and there were millions just standing around most in huddle groups. Nat, Bucky, Peter and I sat on the ground in our group, Peter was asking all sorts of ridiculous question to Bucky, I couldn't help but laugh at some of them.
"Are you and Cap really?" the group went quite at that question, we'd all been thinking it, but none was game enough to ask that ...well expect for Peter, he was game enough for anything. Bucky let out an awkward laugh.
"What about Pietro and Clint" i sent an angry glare at him, just bring up his name made my heart ache, why did he have to make things awkward, it was all going to come up avangerly, there was only so many weeks you could go asking about why we were here, how we were here. I rolled my eyes, and the conversion went on to something new. People had been killing themselves as a way to leave, but everytime they would just end back here, looking worse for wear, their skin pale and sick. We were stuck here.

(Steve)
"No, nothing from Tony," I said and looked at the pair, the only family I had left. Even then where we really family? These two had so much to deal with already, they didn't need a 100 year old man complaining. Then my phone buzzed. Just once. I opened my phone to see: Clint barton (Hawkeye) pop up on my phone. I rushed to unlock it. He's coming back.
'Rogers, leave me alone, look after Wanda, I'm not coming back. I can't come back.
I didn't show Wanda the text even though she had a look of hope written on her face. We could all do with some good news in our lives right now. I sighed and looked around, everything seemed rather empty.

(Tony)
I lay in the quiet of the apartment. It was all weighing down on me. 'I lost the kid' the sentence was running around my head, going faster and faster, I couldn't think of anything else. It was getting too hard to think. The next wave of thoughts hit like a wave, it felt like it was going to knock me off my feet, like I was drowning in my head, choking on my thoughts as they filled up my body. They were gone, all gone because I believed he couldn't do it and now they were gone forever.

(Clint)
I sat in the back of the van, the van shaking slowly as it goes over bumps. I held the knife in my hands, positioned ready to throw at any attacker, the anxiety taking over my head. The fear was crippingling, I hadn't slept in days, the lack of sleep was crushing me down on. I lay down slightly. 'I'll rest my eyes for just five minutes"

*soul room*
The walls where a dark orange with black lines running up the sides, the room was full to the brim with people, most I didn't recognize. Then come the popping sound.
"Clint?" his accent was heavy and seemed to be carried around the endless expanse, his floppy white hair hung over the sides of his head.
"How did you get here! Did you die? Why didn't you find us sooner?!" before he crushed himself into my chest, his face buried into the fabric of my shirt.
"I didn't get snapped, i feel asleep...." there were a few moments of quiet, then he moved backwards.
"How's Wanda! Is she okay! Is she with you?" his voice was panicked, he really carried about her, he was the one that should be alive right now.
"Wanda....she misses you, and Vision, is he.....here?" I couldn't help but have my voice trail off, i wanted him there for her.
"No, i thought he was with her..." his face went pale, he didn't like Vision, but he knew what Vision meant to his sister.
"He's gone," I said then hugged PIetro, holding him tightly. Hugging him to my chest. "Are you okay?" I asked and moved backwards. looking him up and down, i smiled, he looked alright, he looked okay. Then come the slight sob.
"I've missed you Clint" he had tears rolling out of his big blue eyes. He looked so small at this moment. His big blue eyes taking up most of his face.
"Pietro, don't cry, it's olay, your okay," I whispered to him, holding him tightly. He leaned in closer, his eyes closed.
"Can I kiss you?" he whispered, his face now so close I could feel his breath on my face.
"Yes"

My eyes flung open, I was no longer had PIetro in my arms, I was reliving the loss of PIetro. It seemed I was always losing him, but the pain was always so bad, no matter what happened, losing him always stung. It was always so fresh in my mind, it was like reopening a scar. The truck came to a stop and the back started to open, a pair of men wearing dark jackets stood in front of me, gun resting in there arms.
"You did it," one man said and walked closer.
"You went to the soul room"

*2 years later*
(Scott)
I stood in the warehouse, back to the normal world. I grabbed as much as i could fit in the trolley, then started waving a sign in front of the camera, waving it around, trying to get someone's attention, to get me out.

*Later*
I ran to the tower, going straight to the avengers.
"Hello, guys it's me Scott, open the door, where is everyone!" there was a few moments before Wanda, Scarlet Witch, oh whatever i call them! Walked out, she looked far too happy to see me.
"Are you guys coming back!" she looked far to happy, i wasn't ready to pop her bubble, but I did.
"I know about the snap, a few things need to be said, no i didn't get snapped, but i can get them back," there was a few seconds before she dragged me inside.
"I'm so hungry," I said and bit into a sandwich that was sitting on the counter. "Hope you don't mind," I said between chewing.
"Steve i found Ant man," a man in a red suit called he sat up off the couch, he looked like a dirty hobo, he looked bloody disgusting. He glanced at me then something like a smile.
"Ugly Spider- man" he said with a chuckle then lay back down, the couch looked worse then he did. Steve walked into the room. "I'm Wade,"
"How the-"
I didn't let him finish before i explained my plan, how to bring everyone back. He looked dumbfounded until his eyes light up.
"We need Bruce," he said and started running around the house grabbing random things from around the house. Then he dragged us out the door, going to a large gray car.
"Get in," he barked and i jumped into the back, the worry for being yelled at taking over.
"Can we find Clint?" it was Wanda, she was sitting to my left while wade stole the front seat.
"Yeah, i miss hawky" Wade said looking over at me, too put it nicely no one in the car looked well.

(Clint)
I stood in a cell, I'd spent the past two years trapped here, the soul brotherhood was obsessed with getting everyone into the "soul room" something I was able to enter. It was probably worse when I wasn't able to get in compared to when I could, those in the soul room looked sick, their skin was pale and for some it even hung off their bodies. Troy walked in, he had a smile on his face.
"Clint," he greeted, and the needle glinted in his hand, it had clear liquid inside, I sighed and moved backwards.
"Come on troy not today, it's my birthday!" I was lying, I didn't want to do this not again, the thought of seeing PIetro again, in pain, dying, a shell of what he was.
"Clint," he sighed and the needle went into my arm. My arm twitch, and everything started to blur, my forehead felt like it was being ripped open, slowly killing me.

Pietro ran up to me and throw himself into me, he hugged me tightly, and I hugged him back, he was looking better, the room was filled with people, exploding with bodies. Natsha walked up to me slowly, she knew what they'd been doing for the past two years while PIetro had no idea, he didn't need that sort of stress. Natasha smiled. "You sure do sleep a lot Barton," Natsha wanted me to tell PIetro what was going on, she always made this sort of comments, but he never quite picked up on them. "Of course i do, i miss Pietro" i said and hugged him, i knew the second i tried to kiss him, say I loved him, tell him anything i'd be ripped from this dream like a thorn from someone's hand. I guess you could say, if i started to fall, fall for him that is, i'd wake up, like the dreams when you fall off a cliff. Pietro slapped my arm but laughed slightly. "How's wanda?" he asked and I felt my heart stop beating. "She's good," I was lying, I hadn't seen them in years. Natasha scoffed. "She miss you, PIet," there where a few moments of nothing before Pietro laughed. "Two fucking years, i can't wait to see her again," He was smiling he wanted to see her again, he missed her more then he was letting on. His accent had become much thicker after staying in the soul room, he even started speaking more russain. He was changing. I sighed, 'maybe i'm not in love with him, maybe i...move on,' I woke up with a start, it felt like my forehead was bleeding, like all my thoughts were pressed to the side of my head and there was no way of thinking straight. I was a blur. (Wanda) I could feel pietro. I could feel one of his emotions. Unwavering love. But there was something else. PIetro was a very broken man, broken men to dangerous things. I sighed and glanced at Scott, he looked like a very tired man. He had a stupid smile on his face, that smile never seemed to leave his face. "We found hawkeye," *Later* We burst into the apartment building. There was yelling, and bullets started to fly across the room. The building already looked bad, it looked liked something I'd seen in Sokovia. A very broken place. "Clint?" I yelled without thinking. "So much for undercover Maximoff" Wade hissed and my heart dropped, Maximoff, everyone calls PIetro Maximoff, does this mean he's not coming back? Are they just going to forget him!? Is he just meaningless to them? They can't just forget him. He's not meaningless. I blink and start forming angry red balls of energy in my hand, hitting the men were firing their guns, the pain was drowning me. "HE WON'T BE FORGOTTEN! HE'S NOT MEANINGLESS" i was screaming I couldn't control it anymore all I was doing was ripping them apart, the pain was smothering choking me. "HE'S NOT MEANINGLESS! I WANT MY BROTHER BACK!" I was firing red energy killing anyone in front of me, their screams where pained and angry. I was out of control. "DON'T FORGET ABOUT HIM! DON'T FORGET ABOUT PIETRO MAXIMOFF ''I fall to the ground everything was going dark. Pietro........

(Clint)
There was a crash and screaming. "PIETRO" was the last scream before the gun fire started up again. Suddenly thoughts of Ultron come to mind. What if he's back? What if he just got shot saving someone new? That idiot! you think because you can run real fast that you're invincible? your not. I ran and the cage holding me, the full weight of my body hitting the door, it didn't budge so i moved back for a second, third and fourth ram, after about the tenth try the door gave in and let me out. "It he's been shot!" I said running out into open fire. Whose the human shield now old man?  you didn't see that coming?