Clint's fist hit the wall with surprising strength, considering he had spent the last few days fighting robots. He instantly regretted the decision and crumbled down to his knees, forehead hitting the wall. He cradled his hand and mentally punched himself in the face. His muscles ached and the cuts on his arms stung and his eyes hurt and his heart was heavy. You might be wondering why all of this pain was happening to our poor main character. Well, Clint Barton saw his responsibility die right in front of his very own eyes.

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Clint walks on Pietro crying Disclaimer - I don't own the avengers or any of the characters

A hawksilver fanfic about two hero boys in love

"You didn't see that coming?" "I didn't see that coming." Hawk silver ficlets for your viewing pleasure~

A Hawksilver AU where young Pietro Maximoff is homeless with no where to go. But lucky for him, a saviour has come at last.

A Hawksilver fan fiction

Clint, after the death of Laura and his unborn son, moves to S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters. He's soon in the company of Tony Stark, Bruce Banner, Natasha Romanov, Steve Rogers, and Wanda Maximoff. Clint's proven wrong in thinking that his life might find normalcy after the battle with Ultron as Tony and Bruce succeed in something nobody anticipated or believed possible - bringing Pietro back to life. Slight Brutasha, and Clintasha if you squint your eyes. The main ship is Hawksilver. (If you want any ships to be included, ask in the comments at any time - I can't promise anything, but I'll add/imply ships if I can, starting after chapter fifteen.) Rated mature for possible smut scenes in later chapters.

"Go ask him out." Wanda grinned, speaking over the loud grinding music. "No!" Pietro shook his head. "Let's get out of here, the music is shit anyway." "Ugh, you musicians and your tastes in music." Wanda sighed. "Go on!" She was led away by a strange girl in a short skirt. Pietro looked back at the blonde haired man that sat at the bar, seemingly unfazed by the music. His blue eyes looked down into his shot glass and he looked lonely. "Uh, hi." He approached the man from behind. The blue eyed wonder didn't turn around. "Honey, he's deaf." The bartender supplied. The man seemed to notice, turning around. He smiled slightly. 'Hi.' He wrote on a notepad. 'Hey.' Pietro wrote back.

In which two men, who have never met, fall in love. Warning: mentions of death. This is the ONLY warning.