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What Happened Before?

One month post-Snap

A shadow skittered across the top of buildings, following after a particular man. A target. The only defining feature was the faint glow of two emerald eyes.

It was enough for Clint- or rather Ronin to track her movements and the person she was hunting.

He followed her for days as she followed her target. She didn't eat or sleep so neither did he. Clint was intrigued. He wanted to see why Emily was acting this way. He hadn't seen or talked to any of the Avengers since they screwed up on a universal scale.

When he found out, he decided to do something about it himself.

He tracked the target down, cornered him in an alley, and slit his throat.

Within seconds Emily was at the scene. Before she even turned to acknowledge Clint she knelt down beside the man's body. It resonated with desert rose aura. Emily sucks the residual life force from him adding it to her own.

The glow fades away and the man laid there without a single trace of life left. Emily absorbed the life force, adding to her own aura. Emily's eyes shifted to dark swampy green, the type you would see in a haunted bog. The rest of her appearance was just as dark. Similar to Clint she was dressed in all black. Not only that but her very presence gave off a murderous intent. Not one person who merely passed by her could escape the goosebumps. She finally shifted her attention to the former Avenger, "Long time no see."

"You're a Death Eater now?"

She didn't laugh or crack a smile. In one swift move, a blade was pressed to his neck, "You interfered where you had no place to. Tell me, why shouldn't I end your life right now?"

He scoffed flippantly. "You seriously think I'm scared of you? You wouldn't kill me. You couldn't even off this piece of trash by yourself."

"I think you'll find yourself very wrong about that."

Clint's eyes softened. He can see the grief behind her violence. It's just like his. "Losing everyone really took a toll on you, didn't it?"

Emily's eyes pierced through him but removed the knife. "My body shred itself to atoms so yeah I guess you could say it took a toll on me." She tsked, looking up at the full moon, "I'm sorry about your family. I felt them fade away. I felt everyone fade away."

Clint followed her gaze. They both stared into the neverending abyss. No tears were shed but the pure sadness and grief were undeniable. You would never see another pair with eyes sadder than theirs.

They stuck together after that day, bound by their sorrow. It was as if the pair were the Angels of Death. Everywhere they traveled even if it was only for a night left corpses in their wake. Every lowlife knew of them. The Ronin made the kill and his Shadow consumed them. A cataclysmic force. They put all their anger into their work

At some point, Emily chose to stop her sadness. Everything else for that matter. When she did that the color of her eyes turned to such a dark green that in the night it as mistaken for black.

She had never killed anyone in all this time. That is until she decided to walk into a bar.

The moment she stepped in, the previously lively bar fell silent. No one could understand why but a feeling of impending doom washed over everyone. They kept their eyes on her as she took a seat on a stool and ordered chocolate milk.

One brave and deeply misguided soul tried to "talk" to her. He was drunk and reeked of it. It made him loose-lipped and handsy. That poor troll. He never saw it coming.

Emily lifted her head, the slightest smirk crawled onto her face. She laughed. It was sweet and deadly, designed to lure in her prey. She played along for about a minute and a half before growing bored. So she killed him. He collapsed to the ground, robbed of his aura.

Everyone else in the bar was the next to go. They were scum off a fisherman's boot. Murderers, thieves, and gang members. Everyone who deserved to die in the Snap. They should be gone. Not Peter. That was a particularly painful death. He kept fighting to live but he couldn't. He couldn't fight off his own demise. It was inevitable.

Tsk. Inevitable. That's what Thanos called himself.

Now Emily is the inevitable one.

When it was barely midnight, every single soul in that building was eradicated in an instant.

No one ever found out what truly happened that night.

There was only one left alive. The one who killed them all. Emily.

Clint found her sitting there, complaining about the bad chocolate milk as if everything was fine. She didn't even seem to notice the bodies littered around her. It shouldn't have bothered him as much it did. He had killed more at this point. Amelia had too once upon a time. But the way she sat there, surrounded by her victims was a wake-up call. He did this. She never would've fallen this far if he hadn't interfered. This was Banner's daughter. The girl who never gave in to the darkness in spite of her past. Now she's a blood-thirsty vampire. "Amelia."

The girl in question spins around in her seat. "Full name. I must be in trouble." She cocks her head, "Sorry but you took too long. I couldn't wait up. I tried. I really did."

Clint had committed many acts that would make his family shudder in horror but this was the worst. He led her further into the darkness instead of sending her straight back to Bruce. For the first time, he felt guilty. What he did next wasn't all that better. He slipped something in her drink. She collapsed into his arms and he left her in their hotel room. He called Natasha on a burner phone and disappeared. He left absolutely zero traces that he was ever there.

When Emily came to she was beyond pissed and a pissed Banner is a thousand times worse when she's highly homicidal.

But that was a long time ago.