Avengers x Reader One Shots

One Final Goodbye (Pt. 2) ✨Clint Barton

Clint's POV:
I stare blankly at the casket as it's lowered. (Y/n). I miss her so much that it physically hurts. Nat rubs my back in silence, understanding my pain. She was (y/n)'s best friend.

The weather is bleak, much like how we feel. The sky is clouded over, and a chilly wind cuts through to our bones.

After the funeral, I go back to my room. (Y/n)'s funeral was the first time I left since her death. I grab a bottle of bourbon and just sit there, trying to drink the pain away. Does it work? No. But it does for a moment, and right now, that's what I need.

Your POV:
The hotel you are staying at is pretty rundown, one-star—which makes it far easier to hide at. Since faking your death, you had gotten another fake identity, this one unbeknownst to the other Avengers, from one of your suppliers. You had then subsequently had to kill him, but his face haunted you, as did his words. It's okay, I understand. Go ahead.

Even more than that, Clint's face as you left, tears streaming down it, haunted you. You missed him, and hoped he would move on. There was a physical ache as you slept, ate, walked, trained, and went about your day.

You kept to yourself, staying in your hotel room, but you ran out of supplies and now you need to go to the grocery store.

Grabbing sunglasses and a hoodie, 'standard undercover wear' when you don't have more advanced feature-disguising technology, you head out, locking your hotel room behind you.
It's the wrong day to go to the store, apparently. You're getting some milk when you turn and notice Steve in a nearby aisle. Fuck. You move through even quicker, trying to get out before he notices.
You're about to check out when you notice someone holding a gun up to the scared teenage cashier. Sighing, you leave your buggy in the aisle and walked up to the masked assailant, disarming him from behind...

Steve's POV:
I notice a woman walk by who looks similar to (y/n), but disregard it, putting it down to wishful thinking. Later, when I notice her again, it's shocking how alike the two appear.

I turn to go grab a few last things before checking out when I notice her the second time, pinning a masked man to the counter while holding a gun, which I assume is the man's—I didn't notice her carrying earlier, at any rate.

I stare in surprise, as most onlookers would call the police or something, not confront the perpetrators. But what really stops me from moving on is her hands. They glow like Wanda's, but yellow instead of red—like (y/n)'s had before she died. I move back a little to where she can't see me, observing her subtly as she checks out. She turns to leave, and I move forward—too soon. I know the moment she sees me, as she stiffens and hurries even faster. I push my cart to the side and chase after her, easily catching up.

"Hey," I greet her angrily. She pulls me into a shadowed alley.

"What do you want, Steve?" She asks wearily. I can hear how tired she sounds.

"What the hell?" I ask gruffly. Sighing, I put my hand to my head. "No, don't answer that. Just—what happened, if that wasn't you we buried?"

She waits patiently, then pauses before answer. "You know I can make solid mirages," she explains as if I'm a child. "It's one of my powers, just like reading minds and knowing that right now you're wondering why I would do this is."

"Then answer it."

"I can't."

I slam my hand into the wall. "What do you mean, you can't?!"

"I just told you, I can't tell you." Tears creep into her voice. "I can't have anyone getting hurt."

I sigh, leaning against the wall. "I've missed you, (y/n). We all have."

She slumps down beside me. "I know," she agrees simply. "I have too."

We hug for a moment, sitting there quietly, but she pulls back, standing and brushing her clothes off as she grabs her groceries. Looking down at me with a pained expression, she says sadly, "You won't tell anyone about this, right?" I stay silent. "Right?" She presses. Still nada. "Please, it'll only lead to more pain." She is begging me at this point, and I hesitantly concede with a nod and a sigh.

"Thank god." Her body relaxes as she sighs in relief. One parting hug, and she says the last words I will ever hear her say to me.

"Bye, Steve. I miss you."