Come Home

It may not be exactly as the film has happened; its more AU with the film thrown in if that makes sense. Also Clint may seem out of character but I’m trying to show his softer side. I own nothing although I really wish I owned Clint…I do however own Izzy and the parts of the plot you don’t recognize. The ending isn’t really how I wanted it however with FFN cracking down on ratings and such I don’t want to take a chance with what I had in mind…However as soon as I get my AO3 account I will be posting the alternate there. This oneshot WILL be turned into a full length chapter fic so keep an eye out!.  hope you like it and please don’t forget to review even if its just to say that you like it ^.^

            I feel like I have spent hours waiting, pacing up and down the small space I have in the quarters that I share with my boyfriend on the helicarrier operated by SHIELD. Said boyfriend is the reason why I am pacing.  Well, I can’t say that he is the only reason but right now he is the main reason. Earlier the helicarrier was attacked by none other than my mind controlled boyfriend, my uncle Phil was killed and now, Clint, who now has his memory back and has sworn to avenge my uncle, and the rest of the Avengers are fighting to save the world while I am stuck here having nothing to occupy my time. I had tried to be on the bridge, watching from the monitors with the crew. Director Fury squashed that plan because of the fact that I wasn’t part of the crew. The only reason that I was even on the helicarrier was because of my uncle, he’d been looking after me since I was 7 years old and my dad died. So he got special permission for me to come along with me, home schooling me and making sure that I was educated. He also was the one to introduce me to Clint, who I have now been dating 3 years. Now Uncle Phil is gone and I have to worry about my Clint. While I’m upset about my uncle, I have to focus on Clint now, who knows how long it could take for him to come back to be. And that’s if he comes back.

            The problem is that if he never comes home I have lost it all. But I’m not going to think like that. I need to be positive. I already lost one person; I don’t think I’d survive losing Clint as well. He is my rock. It has been hours since he and the others left to go after Loki and stop him from destroying Earth. Its not like I expected this to go quickly but I was hoping it would be over with a little faster. I stopped pacing and sat on our bed, trying not to chew my fingernails off, something I do when I’m stressed and Clint absolutely hates it.  Its times like these that I wish either he wasn’t a part of SHIELD or that we had a television in our rooms so that I could watch what was going on because I guarantee that some news channel was getting the coverage. I could watch on my laptop I suppose but when I think about it, they probably found a way to block that as well.  In a way, blocking the access to the news footage was a good thing, it would not be good if I happened to be watching and see someone being killed.

             Poor Clint had felt horrible when he had first woken up earlier, realizing the he had killed members of SHIELD as well as various other people, plus the numerous people he had assisted in injuring. Unfortunately I was one of those who had been injured. While the helicarrier was under attack, I had foolishly left my quarters, trying to figure out just what was going on when I had quite literally run into him. I will never forget the look in his eyes, he was void of all emotion, determined to do what his master had said, no matter who got in his way. I knew instantly that this was not my Clint. I had been stupid at this point, attempting to stop him by standing in his way. It was then that I thought my Clint had shown through. Everyone else who had gotten in his way had found themselves on the opposite end of an arrow, but for some reason, even though he was still under Loki’s control he hadn’t shot me. He had moved to, but stopped as if realizing that it was me. So he had grabbed me, pushing me against the wall and strangled me instead.  I had pleaded with him, begging him to stop as much as I could with my air supply cut off. I believe that he was listening, that he wouldn’t kill me, especially when he had let go, only to find himself knocked out by Natasha after fighting for several minutes. She believes that he heard her but I’ve decided just to let myself believe that I had somehow gotten through to him.