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A discarded snippet of the current C/N story (nearly finished)!
It's an alternative POV scene from 'A Woman Of Edges':
The helicarrier is quiet and dark as Clint moves through it. Every now and then he comes across bodies, or hears footsteps and voices, and he stays out of the way of both friend and foe.
Right now, nobody knows where he is, and that's all to the good.
Probably better than being on the grid, which Maria and Cap certainly are if the trail of destruction being talked about on-comm is any indication. Maria plays it cold and calm most of the time, but Clint's seen her when she's fired up, and he knows better than to get in the way.
"Pickup for the cleaners," comes the next report. "Section B570, near weapons locker B5. Four dead, two injured."
"Copy that, Lieutenant."
"Do we have a bird in the hand?"
"The mews are open and ready for business. Although I don't know why you'd want--" The techie pauses, as though suddenly remembering that Clint's on this line, too.
Clint hears voices that aren't through his tranceiver, and slips into a side room. He takes a moment in the darkened washroom to take a few long, deep breaths.
Saving the world alongside the Avengers earned him a little leeway, but not much. Too many agents died in Loki's helicarrier attack. Too many friends. At least Fury gave him the grace of not bringing it up, and it goes down against Clint's record as a 'mind control' episode.
The fact that they have a definition for this kind of thing should probably terrify him.
It's an alternative POV scene from 'A Woman Of Edges':
The helicarrier is quiet and dark as Clint moves through it. Every now and then he comes across bodies, or hears footsteps and voices, and he stays out of the way of both friend and foe.
Right now, nobody knows where he is, and that's all to the good.
Probably better than being on the grid, which Maria and Cap certainly are if the trail of destruction being talked about on-comm is any indication. Maria plays it cold and calm most of the time, but Clint's seen her when she's fired up, and he knows better than to get in the way.
"Pickup for the cleaners," comes the next report. "Section B570, near weapons locker B5. Four dead, two injured."
"Copy that, Lieutenant."
"Do we have a bird in the hand?"
"The mews are open and ready for business. Although I don't know why you'd want--" The techie pauses, as though suddenly remembering that Clint's on this line, too.
Clint hears voices that aren't through his tranceiver, and slips into a side room. He takes a moment in the darkened washroom to take a few long, deep breaths.
Saving the world alongside the Avengers earned him a little leeway, but not much. Too many agents died in Loki's helicarrier attack. Too many friends. At least Fury gave him the grace of not bringing it up, and it goes down against Clint's record as a 'mind control' episode.
The fact that they have a definition for this kind of thing should probably terrify him.