Iron-Hawk Short Stories

Are We Really Going To Be Okay? [ desolate AU ]

AN: here's a little more wack idea for yall ! Kinda set in the future/dystopian kinda esque

This thing is 4k words ahaha, I just didn't stop AHHA.

Third Person's POV

He carefully wrapped the bandages around his leg as he sat down on the pavement, a painful grimace flashing across his face. As he secured the wound his hand delved through the bag, he had in search of something that'll help with the puncture would through his shin.

He eventually found a syringe filled with bright yellow liquid. It was biotechnology that Tony had helped develop in recent years that would quicken the pace of healing. He popped off the cap and injected it in his arm, feeling the immediate relief of the medicine.

It should help with the prevention of infections and lessen the time needed to heal his wound.

As he was about to stand and head home, a young girl approached him. Her hair was matted, and her dress was stained and torn but she had a smile on her face.

"Thank you for saving me today Mr!" She chirped and he couldn't help but smile back.

He got down on one knee as fucking painful as it was and spoke back, "It's alright, are you and your family okay?"

"Yes, we are safe." She responded and did a quick glance towards her mother. The young girl then leaned in so only he could hear what she was saying. "You're Hawkeye, right?"

He blinked, slightly taken back. He hadn't heard that name in an awfully long time and he was shocked that the young girl knew and recognised him considering almost a decade had passed.

"How about we keep that a secret between you and me?" He murmured with a gentle smile. The world had changed, nobody wanted heroes anymore and if it caught wind, he wasn't sure what the officials would do to him.

She nodded eagerly before waving at him and running back towards her family.

He took one last glance at them before he retreated towards his motorcycle, leaning his body weight against his healthy leg. He needed to get out of here before the actual authorities saw him.

As he reached his home on the outskirt of the city he couldn't help but feel somebody follow him even though there was no evidence to prove otherwise. He shook the feeling off and stepped into the small household.

The boots were left by the door and he hung his leather jacket on the hanger in the hallway. He placed his bag down by his jacket before he ventured further into the estate. The floors creaked underneath him but it was a noise that he had gotten used to over the years, so much so he doesn't even hear them anymore.

His husband was in the kitchen, reading the label on a jar that he held. The man however paused when he noticed the other presence in the room and perked up.

"Are you okay?" Tony asked him and approached him; his hand immediately reached out to touch Clint's face.

He let out a tired breath and leaned into the warmth of his partner's hand. "Just tired."

A soft smile appeared on the other man's lips, "I heard you saved everyone there, did anybody catch you?"

"No." He whispered as he shook his head slightly, "At least I'm fairly sure."

Tony's expression dropped and his hand moved down towards Clint's chest. He took a hold of his husband's hand and the two stared into each other's eyes, as if trying to find a response from there.

"If they ever caught you, you'd be executed."

Another breath left his lips, "I know."