Who: Clint Barton What: Clint gets another nightmare Where: His and Natasha's bedroom When: July 24, afternoon Rating/Status: Medium/Narrative
Though he had had the one night of the vivid Nightmare, his dreams had been peaceful since. Having come off a midnight patrol, Clint got ready for bed before sliding under the covers and closing his eyes.
Clint had just finished speaking with Fury when the Tesseract activated. As the man in strange garb began his assault, Clint tried to get in a few headshots but it was no use. Dodging the blast, he regained his footing only to hear the words, "You have heart..." Then the scepter was pressed against his chest softly, as if it were a caress from a lover.
He could feel cold tendrils seep into his chest and he wanted to whimper in pain, to claw at them to get them out but he couldn't move. He could feel the icy fire burning it's way up from his heart into his brain. And that was when the worst pain began. He began to relive every bit of pain he had ever caused, feeling each rip of the bullet and arrow he had sent to end their targets. It felt like and eternity and he started whimpering for it to stop. Soon he had no idea if he was the killer or the victim of the bullets and arrows. It just felt like he was going insane.
His mind no longer felt like his own. Almost like each bit of pain was ripping away his soul. Then his mind began playing tricks on him with his mission to kill the Black Widow. Only this time he chose to end her, watching as her blood poured from her chest from his bullet. Or was it his chest and her bullet. He watched as she walked up to him before pushing her finger into the wound and twisting it.
"Life for life, death for death..." she whispered, her voice horribly distorted...
Clint woke screaming, grabbing at his chest, his eyes wild with fear. As his pulse calmed down and he realized he had been dreaming, he got out of bed and quickly changed, not wanting to talk to anyone. Once he was dressed, he left his room and began roaming the city, trying to calm himself down.