clint barton sees better from a distance (tobeunmade) wrote in welcomethreads, @ 2014-05-24 01:11:00 |
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Entry tags: | clint barton / hawkeye (mcu), grant ward, phil coulson (mcu) |
Who: Clint Barton and Phil Coulson. Open to Nat and Ward since they live there too.
What: Clint is not coping well with Loki being around. It aggravates some damage.
Where: Their apartment. Specifically their bedroom.
When: Morning.
Rating: PG-13 (warning: violent imagery and ptsd).
Status: In progress.
Everything was muted and faintly tinted blue. It should have bothered him, but Clint didn't feel much of anything beyond a sense of purpose and an unwavering loyalty to the god who had opened up his mind and made him morethan he was. The helicarrier was faltering with two engines badly damaged, and everything was going according to plan. His plan. He boarded with the other mercenaries, pulling out an arrow and shooting at the first SHIELD agent that approached. The arrow hit home and the man fell to the ground, motionless. He continued on, dispassionately taking down agents as he went.
When he ran into Natasha on the catwalk, he tried for a shot but she got too close, and he had to switch to hand to hand. It was brutal and bloody and he ached but he didn't care. He just pushed himself further. He wasn't going to fail. He finally got an opening, and drove his knife into her throat. Part of him wondered if he should feel something. She'd been his partner for years after all. But he found that he didn't care and he just continued on his path. stepping around her body.
When he reached the room with Loki's cage, he stopped. Coulson was there with a big gun in his hands, the Destroyer gun. And Loki was there too. The god could have easily destroyed the man, but Clint knew what he wanted. And Clint would do whatever he wanted. If his hands shook imperceptibly as he nocked an arrow, it didn't matter. He would do what he had to. He'd do what Loki commanded. He let the arrow fly, a small part of him screaming internally all the while as it tried to break through the god's hold. But he couldn't and Phil fell and Loki was praising him and it felt so good.
Clint tossed fitfully in his sleep, twitching and muttering to himself under his breath. No and stop and please in various permutations. He was normally preternaturally still when he slept, waking at the slightest provocation. But now, with these frantic movements and the terrified whispers, it was like he couldn't pull himself out of sleep. Then the movements got more violent and he started screaming.