Arrows (Hawksilver)

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(third person)
He fell to the ground, in a puddle of bullet shells and blood. He still had a vancet look in his eyes, body ready to keep running, to protect him. The blood was still warm, still warm with life and hope. There is still the slight smile and words on his breath. He was still so alive, but he was missing the battery that kept him going. His eyes still held life despite seeing nothing. He's family was going to miss the silly things he said, the stupid things he did. He was a hero. He is a hero. Quicksilver is a hero

(Scott)
The man was standing in bullet fire, just standing there, his eyes were glazed over, he looked like he was living a different moment. He was a very beautiful, but broken man. He was beautifully broken. I shrink down and run at him, knocking him down to the ground.
"Whose the human shield now old man?" I hissed into his ear. He was laying on the ground and i crawled around looking for bullet holes. He seemed fine until he started to shake, shock taking over his body.
"Clint!" it was all I could think to yell, he was shaking. Tears escaping his eyes. The bullets had stopped and most of the men were on the ground. Within seconds Wanda was hugging Clint.
"He's not dead!" I call and move away letting myself return to normal size.
"Clint!" she calls and we wait, He starts muttering things. Angry things.
"No...." is all he says before shooting up off the ground, leaping to his feet. Arms ready to start a fight, hands balled into tight fist. He throws a punch out into the air then stops, a hand going to the back of his neck.
"Well..." he mutters then sighs heavily.
"You good?" I asked, placing a hand on his shoulder, he turns around and throws himself into me, hugging me tightly. Wanda made the most distressed noise I'd ever heard, He turned to face her, tears forming in his eyes.
"shh, " was all he said before he started to hug me again, his body feeling perfect in mine. The fact I was holding him was perfect. I shake my head.
"Lets go,"

*6 months latter*
Clint and I lay in his bed, kissing slowly. He had big dark bags under his eyes, from the sheer fact he hadn't slept in days. He'd always wake up crying, shaking then he'd do something irrational. We were no where closer to bring everyone back from the snap then we were when we found Clint. We had our legs intangled under the covers, our lips conceded.
"Clint, I love you," I said in between breaths.
"Yeah, I love you too," he sounds plastic but I don't mind. Steve came running in a grin covering his Amricain face.
"We found him! We found Tony!" he yelled and pulled Clint up, his body now no longer wrapped up in mine. I stand up and grab Clint's hand as we walk outside, to see Tony looking older than the last time we saw him.
"We found a way to undo the snap," the words hang in the air and I smiled. Everyone talks about how the snap ruined their lives, but my life started after the snap. Hope was always meant to be with someone else, and so was I. Clint was my better half. I squeeze his hand and he smiles.
"Pietro will come home?" Wanda ask and I look at her the name not ringing any bells.
"Quicksilver will be home yes," Tony said and I nod. Clint had a new look in his eye so I wrap an arm around his shoulder. A few tears biting at his eyes.
"What's wrong babe?" I asked looking at him with worry taking over my gut.

(Clint)
"Oh, Nathsa, my best friend doesn't know i'm gay" 'bullshit old man' "but that's okay, she'll understand," 'i thought you loved me old man!' "but she loves me so she'll understand" 'why do i have to understand? You replaced me with an ant!' Scott smiled and squeezed my hand.
"Okay," he said and kissed my cheek. I stand close to him as we make the plans. Pietro voice speaking deep inside of my head.
'An ant, you have a super fast, super cute Sovokian all over you, you get bored and go for an ant!' the thoughts become more and more promant, taking over more and more of my focus. My head spinning and becoming to load. It's too much. It's all too much. Stop please stop. A hand falls on my shoulder ripping me from my thoughts.
"We will bring them back," Scott has a hand around my waist. 'Do you love him better?' I hug Scott tightly, shutting out any invasie thoughts, holding him takes the pain away, holding him takes the thoughts away. Scott smiles and whispers sweet nothings in my ear. Making me feel loved. More loved.

(Scott)
'Of course I know he still loves PIetro, of course I know Wanda hates me for taking her brothers sweetheart away, but clint, he loves me too, i deserve love too, Pietro has Wanda, I have no one if i lose Clint, I'll lose everything, everything! Clint is all i got' I hold his hand tightly. 'I have to find a way to keep him,' I pull him along behind me, a smile painted on my face.
"Let's go celebrate!" I said and spin Clint around, something like a dance move.

*Later*
Clint is curled up into my body, his short blonde hair mussed up over his head, his eyes dancing around behind his eyelids.
"Shh Pietro stop," he mutters then moves closer to me, and his arm is now thrown over my middle, his breathe comes out short and harsh.
"I'm scared okay!" he yells this bit and sits up his arms held up like fist. "I'll hurt you!" he is getting more and more worked up. Hes shaking, the fear now obvious. He throws a punch and I grab him from behind pulling him down onto the bed. He makes a startled sound and his eyes fly open. Tears race down his face, he looks pale small and weak.

(Clint) *soul room*
Pietro frowns his arms crossed over his chest.
"Where have you been? It's been a week Clint!" He yelled and stays behind everyone, likes he protecting himself, the hero who would normal shield everyone else needing to be shield.
"I've been busy," I mutter the guilt is chewing at my gut, killing me slowly. He has tears in his eyes.
"Too busy to sleep? To see us? To give a fucking damn!?" he yelled and races forward, now standing in front of me. His teeth bared.
"This is not so good!" he is breathing heavily. Anger covering his face.
"Pietro..."
He cuts me off by raising a hand.
"Do you not understand?" he holds back, the next sentence sitting on his tongue. His head drops and he lets a choked sob.
"Shh Pietro stop" I whispered and he looks up tears rolling down his face.
"Your not going to hurt us?" He sounded like a child, the fear of losing people of being left behind becomes the face of this beautiful sovokin.
"I'm scared okay?" my voice breaks, i know i'm lying, I'm scared of what will happen when he comes back, the fact i replaced him. Traded him.

(Pietro)
"I'll hurt you," he mutters and everything stops moving, my too fast mind, something that never falls behind stops running, it falls behind. It stops keeping up. It breaks.
"What?" I asked feeling sick to my gut. He throws a weak punch. My brain has stopped. It's like its broken. Then he's gone. No trace left, just a broken heart left in his wake. I feel a hand fall on my shoulder and I glanced back at Nat.
"He doesn't mean to be mean," she said but i'm already gone, running away from my problems is what I do best. I screwed my eyes shut, and sit under some sort of shelter someone had made. Maybe I can shut this all out. Then something grabbed my leg.

(scott)
I hold Clint, letting his sobs rack though his body with no control, with no breathes as it shakes though his whole body. His heart is breaking, in the palm of my hand. Another sob breaks through him and i hold him a little tighter, his head resting on my chest, his face red and puffy. His eyes bloodshot.

"I don't want to go to sleep," he whined his body shaking, i wasn't sure where the bags ended and the rest of his face started. He looked like a mess of red, purple and yellow.
"I think it's best you sleep love," I mutter petting the top of his head slowly, his arms wrapped tightly around my body. He let out a yawn followed by whine.
"No, I don't want to sleep" he sounded so broken so weak. "I see them Scott, all of them," he was whispering fear covering his voice. I nodded and listen to him talking.

"They are so sad Scott, there dying, I see them every time I sleep, my eyes close and i see them for a second, they are in so much pain ...Scott i can't watch this any more," another sob over took his body, and he kept his eyes open. He didn't really blink, he looked like he was dead, his breathes small and hardly moving. Coming out ragged when he finally relaxes enough to breathe. I Pull him closer and he shuts his eyes. A sob escaped his lips and they fly back open.
"Coffee," is all that he said before standing up and walking out of the room, heading straight to the kitchen. I stretch out my legs, but I follow after a few moments. As a walk in Clint put the pot of coffee to his lips and drinks the whole pot rather quickly.

"One more then I'll be good," he mutters his body shaking, his hands trembling as he goes for the coffee machine, he makes another pot of cold coffee.
"Clint..." I said and step forward putting a hand on his shoulder He pushes my hand away and starts drinking the coffee.

"I can't sleep, I can't sleep!" he yelled the last word before drinking more coffee. He sits on the couch still clutching the half empty coffee pot, he lets out a slight yawn before making grabby hands at me. I sigh and look outside the moon in the middle of the sky. I sit close to him before his lip connect with mine.

"Clint.." I whisper but he kiss me harder.
"No talking," he said and bites my bottom lip. Making it clear that father discussion is not welcome.

*Later*
I wake up on the couch, my hair ruffled, my neck sore and red. Though all my clothing remain on so i sighed in relief, till I see Clint, downing even more coffee.
"Idiot ...my idoit.....but an idiot nonetheless" i said and slowly walked over to him, my hand slipping into his shakey free hand.
"Come on Scotty! It's just coffee!" he said with a slight chuckle.
"Scotty?" I asked laughing as Wanda walked into the room.
"What? You didn't see that coming? A nickname?" He said and Wanda gasped, anger taking over her normally pretty features.

"You monster!" she screams before stepping towards Clint, without thinking I stepped in front of him, going straight into a proactive stance.
"That's Pietro saying! PIETRO!" she screams and Clint rest a hand on my shoulder.
"Babe? Can you go to our room?" He asked rubbing small circles into my collar bone. I simply nodded, walking down the hall into our room, messy and smelling strongly of coffee and orange. A strange mix that had become so homely in the past few months. I sit down on our bed and looked at Clint's photo album, it had Pietro the silver haired speedster glued to the front, the man had a very attractive smile, with even more beautiful eyes. Shaggy white hair hung off the side of his head, He had a subtle covering the bottom half of his face, looking neat and slightly childish on his soft face.
"So what if you save him from bullets, I'm saving him from you Quicky," I hissed at the picture.

(Wanda)
Clint stands in front of me frowning.
"He's not coming back Wanda! Move on!" He yelled and I step forward slapping him hard across the face, his head moving with the slap as it collides with the side of his face.
"He loves you! He was shot for you!" I screamed moving backwards away from the idiot that my foolish brother had somehow fallen in love with. Clint places a hand over the slap mark.
"Don't you dare say that," He whispered and makes the most pained face i'd seen in a very long time. "Don't you dare say that Wanda!" His voice rasing.
"He didn't just get shot for you Clint! Part of him died for you! And you just forget him!" there are a few moments when nothing happens. Before clint throw the coffee jug down onto the ground, it shatters on the floor, leaving glass shards everywhere.
"Shut up!" is all I hear before he runs out of the room, heading straight for Pietro old room, now where he and Scott sleep together. Scott taking the role of my brother. I grab a broom and start sweeping up the shards of glass.

'Missing Pietro maximoff. Missing assumed dead Vision. Dead Mrs. and Mr Maximoff. In a coma Pietro maximoff. Shot in battle Pietro maxifmoff. Wanted for crimes against america PIetro maximoff. Team cap has been found. Wanted for illegal expermeation the maximoff twins,'

I places the glass in the trash and sit down on the couch. PIetro voice in my head.
'Thank you sister'

(Pietro)
"We know where you boyfriend is" a voice hissed in my ear, still holding tightly onto my leg. I look down to see a thin gray thing, clutching onto me.
"What?" I asked standing up to move away from whatever the hell it is.
"We can show you, show you your Clint," it's voice coming out as a low groan.
"Show me Clint?" I asked looking at the little gray beast.
"Show show!" it said clapping it hands.
I offer it my hand and it smiles.
"Smart smart" it said pulling out a thin blade running it across my hand in one foul swoop. I grimace in pain but try my hardest to not throw my hands up. Clint used to call it my "street fight stance" and I would laugh and call him an old man. The gray thing takes a drop of blood and places it in a bowl of something green.
"See see"

Clint drinks more and more coffee, he is shaking and crying, a man walks in and takes the jug out of his hand and helps him into a bed, pulling the covers over him, clint starts to fight back, but after a while he falls asleep. The man sits on the bed, slowly petting his head, watching Clint in his restless sleep.

Note to self: thank that guy for looking after the love of my life. Clint popped up next to me.
"What are you doing?" he asked stepping closer to me.
"What his name?" I asked and smile slightly at Clint, my arms crossed over my chest, hiding the cut that took over most of my hand.
"Scott, why?" he asked looking at the man with a smile resting softly on his lips.
"I want to thank him for looking after you," I said before hugging Clint, burying my face into his neck. Breathing in his smell. Breathing in Clint.