It was supposed to be an easy mission. Just looking and stopping before anything could go wrong. How could someone fail this? For this answer, you need to ask Clint Barton and James Barnes. The really fucked up.
Wednesday night on the docks of Brooklyn.
Not that far away from Clints apartment he spends more time in than the Avengers Tower. His apartment just got this homey vibe he really liked and it’s big enough for him and lucky. Also lucky didn’t really liked the high view from the windows in Clints Tower room. But from time to time, he still crashed into the tower. Like when there is a movie night and Lucky is with Kate. Two days ago, he was ordered in the Tower to get a new mission, till this moment he thought he would be alone, but then the Winter Soldier showed up and disturbed his quite night.
“Look Buck, I was told I’m coming here alone, and now you are here? That wasn’t told in the briefing, so if you don’t mind, please fuck off.” Clint wouldn’t say he hated Bucky, but he didn’t quite like him also. He just has this wall around him, where he is often isolated and keeps his distance from others. There is of course nothing wrong with that, it’s just Clint also does that on his bad days. Plus, the Soldier always looked like he would be planning an upcoming murder on him. That’s a bit off putting.
“Sorry, Cap told me to look after you in case you fuck up, Mr. Brightside.” Bucky simply said. No way Clint is going to believe this, since when does the cap uses phrases like “fuck”? That’s not the real reason he’s here. But the Soldier doesn’t say more, furthermore, he took Clints binoculars at sat at the edge of the roof Clint positions himself an hour ago. Unbelievable!
But clints knows better than breaking in a crash out. Next to Bucky he goes down and looks at the warehouse further down. His, or now, their goal is an Ex – mafia leader who is currently in illegal weapon deals with upcoming youngsters who want to take down severely high-end New York mafias. Since a couple of those took over his part of criminal connections in the city. Actually, Clint would be full on their side but not with those methods. He knew that this form of anger helps no one. “Do you know the plan?” Clint asked for a little bit of conversation. And because that’s fucking important. Bucky just nods. The man’s over 100 years old and doesn’t give a normal answer. Clint tried again “They should come in 10 minutes; over the last three weeks they meet on a regular basis and today is the big deal. When they show the products, we jump in and arrest them. After that they’re in the hands of the justice.” He explained. “Okay I understand, I will go first in. you cover me from here, if I need your help in there, I give it through the communicator.” “Sounds good.”
Even if Clint doesn’t want to show it, this plan is indeed good. He also prefers to be at a distance and act like a surprise element if he showed up. Maybe Bucky isn’t that bad.
“They’re coming, communicator on.” Bucky said, even without binoculars Clint could see the large, black Van. Out of the warehouse also came three guys. All of them in suits with weapons underneath. Probably the goons from Dante Montague. Clint had once or twice the pleasure of fighting against him. Maybe he was mafia, but he took care of his members and a really precise shooter. He still does have the scar from the wound.
Down there the business was running, squatting down clint looked a bit over the edge and saw how the goons rolled up two large boxes. They opened slightly one of them, wide enough for clint to see a lot of weapons. It is happening, they need to go! Clint tipped at bucky shoulders and pointed down to the deal. He nodded and climbed over the edge. His metal arm was shining in the light of the full moon.
Quite like a cat he climbed down; he hid behind containers and sneaked his way to the target. They didn’t notice him. Clint looked though the binoculars; it looked like they would argue about something. Whatever it was, it would be good for Clint and Bucky.
Bucky was now behind the vehicle and ready to jump out. Clint described the situation to him. “They are busy, so if you want to act, do it now!” He told the soldier and in the same moment he saw how he jump on top of the van. Clint was always impressed by this Super Soldier strength. But he still couldn’t really like Bucky. The archer put away his binoculars and took out his bow and arrow. While the people down there are now fully focused on bucky he can start to take down the vehicle so there is no chance to escape. Bucky was way stronger than the goons or the buyers. His vibranium was an unfair factor for them. He simply blocked the bullets. Clint couldn’t hold back a smile; this one would be an easy one since the car is out of order.
He thought about going down and helping his colleague because those goons didn’t seem to stop, more and more where coming out of the warehouse. Also, the young buyers fought against the Winter Soldier.
Clint packed his things and was on his way to go down, as he wanted to stand up, he felt something against his head. Slowly he turned his head and saw a guy with a colt in his hands. He looked quite serious, so Clint put up his hands. “Turn around and slowly get up.” The man told him. Clint could take him down, but he feared he wouldn’t be faster than the shot. So, he did as he was told. During that he could look down and see that Bucky didn’t notice him. Fuck.
“Hey buddy, I’m sure we can talk about everything right?” Clint tried to smooth the tense situation. It didn’t quite work, because as an answer he got a hit from the gun on his head. He stumbled forward, okay enough is enough. The archer turned his whole body around. He was ready to punch, but this guy was also ready to shoot. His fist didn’t even reach the others’ face when he felt the shot going through the shoulder. Fucking hell! Clint stumbled further back; he knew the edge was coming but he couldn’t do anything to stop himself from falling over. Maybe a small scream left his body, he didn’t see Bucky, he didn’t hear anything. Did he lose his hearing aid? That would be bad.
He just felt the hard roof of the container he landed on. Head hanging from the brink of it, an upside-down Bucky looked at him confused but more worried. Slowly Clint lifts his hands to sign. Run!
Bucky looked at him, he wouldn’t leave him here, hurt and in the hands of the enemy. But on the same page he couldn’t take care of Clint right now and fight those guys. Luckly, he learned a few signs in ASL. A last time he looked at the archer groaning and wincing because of the pain, eyes closed. Bucky didn’t hesitate for long, he just ran. He needed to get help. _________________________________________________________________________________________
His eyes shot open as he felt cold water splashing in his face. Clint didn’t even notice when he was out. Was Bucky gone? Maybe he is going to get help, he hopes so. A look around the situation is a bit helpful. He found himself bound to a chair (how original), the problem is that he is bound with cuffs on his wrists and ankles. He couldn’t really move; he saw his bow and quiver carelessly on the dirty floor. Oh, those assholes now really crossed a line! He wiggled around just to groan in pain due to the shot through the shoulder. He felt some fabric over it, did they patch it up a bit? It still hurts like hell. Also, his ankles did hurt, right, he fell from a building on a container. What a night…
Now he saw these people in front of him laughing and talking. Is that Dante Montague? Clint saw their lips moving and he could figure out a few words “what a hero”, but he didn’t hear anything. His hearing aid is gone. How worse can it get? He looked at the man standing tall over him and tried to show a brave smile despite the pain in his whole body. Sarcastic Dante smiled back before he gave him a slap with his backhand and the silver ring on. Clints’ nose was bleeding, he could feel it.
“What a welcome committee” he said, not hearing himself. It felt wrong. Before Dante answered he took something from his pocket. Clints hearing aid. He puts them in the ears of the archer, they are too sensitive. Everything is too loud. Assholes.
“Hawkeye, what a pleasure to meeting you again. It has been a while” the raspy voice of Dante started to speak. He always sounded like he ate a whole cigarette package (he maybe did). Dante continued to hold a monolog, his man behind him always ready with a gun. In the middle of them the guy who attacked Clint. “Why would you destroy my deals? I thought you also hated those cruel gangs in this city, wouldn’t you be glad all of them vanish in just one night? I make your job, so be happy.” Clint needed to say, all criminals gone in just one night would be every superheroes dream. But not with murder. “Dante, I really like you and your idea but the way how you are going to do so is kind of… how should I say? Gruesome. I understand you that they took your position but-“ he was interrupted by a slap against his face again. “Not just my position, also my only son! He was everything I got! But you don’t have kids or anyone who you could care for!” Dante snapped. Clint needed to hold back to say that he got a beloved dog and of course Kate.
But Clint also knew how cruel the streets can be, he grew up on those. Dantes son was involved in gang wars, it was just a matter of time till he died. But the archer didn’t say that Dante knew it himself.
After Montague came down again, he looked at Clint “Where is your buddy? He killed a lot of my men; someone needs to pay for this. Also, he looked like this Winter Soldier, I would give anything to get him to work for me.” He maybe didn’t like Bucky but still he is no traitor. He wouldn’t call out his colleague. He remains silent. Dante sighed, “Okay that game.” He looked around his men, “Get him in the basement, if we asked further here its just a waste of time. But our Mr. Brightside here is going to give us answers.” his man nodded and after realizing clint from the shackles around his ankles he truly could feel the pain from these, there are sprained or even broken, and his shoulder is killing him. Fucking bastards, they let him fully walk on this ankle.
The basement was clean, on the wall hung plastic sheeting and next to an examination table with restraints on, where a few tables with wild looking things on them. Clint gulped as he saw those syringes. A few chains hanging from the ceiling. He would die here. Hopefully Bucky will be quick. _________________________________________________________________________________________
Bucky couldn’t really decide if he should go to the tower in Manhattan or to Clints apartment to ask his student, Kate or what her name was.
In the end he ran to the apartment, not many people were walking around so no one noticed him. He saw the apartment with no light on. He pleaded that someone would be there who could help him. In the past he would storm the warehouse alone, but the changes are high that Clint get killed before he can reach him.
The door was closed and there was no sound from inside he could hear, and he does have Super Soldier ears. Where would Clint have a spare key? He looked down at the doormat. He wouldn’t...? He’s not that dumb or…?
In his thoughts he thanks Clints dumbness. Inside was dark and he saw a dog sleeping on the couch. If that is supposed to be a guard dog, he’s doing a shitty job. Bucky flicks the lights on. The dog wakes up and runs towards him, normally Bucky would pet him, but this is an emergency. “Do you know where Kate is? I need her help.” “I can help.” Bucky heard a voice behind him. He looked around a saw a guy in a red costume climbing through the window. On his back he’s carrying two swords, Bucky took out his gun. “Who the fuck are you? And why did you come though the window?”
“Hi, I’m Deadpool, big fan of you and your arm. I said I can help you, I’m good at doing things.”
Maybe Bucky should have shot him the moment he came in. But after Deadpool told him he and Clint are friends and he is kind of invulnerable, Bucky took whatever he got. Clint is fucking hurt and needs help. He also figured out that Kate is out tonight. He didn’t have time to call the Avengers, they told him they got an emergency in Mexico, so no one would be here in time.
Together they made their way back to the docks, the warehouse was full of lights and two guards were standing in front of it. The van was still there, after all Clint shot the wheels. Fast the guards were out.
The pair sneaked through the building, around a few edges’ guards where standing. They were no problem and one of them even told them where they could find clint. Both were pretty angry; they didn’t care who they were killing. Bucky and Deadpool just wanted to reach Clint and rescue him. They fought the way though the goons and in they heads, they made a promise to kill the motherfucker who is responsible for this shit.
They reached the basement, not because somebody told them, but because of the horrifying screams coming from that direction.
What they saw was just horrifying. Clint was restrained to a chain with cuffs around his wrist. Sweating and heavy breathing, his eyes were closed and the legs shaking, though the lack of a shirt Bucky and Deadpool could see the wound on his left shoulder bleeding wild through the bandage. Also cuts and bruises all over his body that needed to be patched up immediately. In his arms were little wounds from syringes, what did they inject him? Bucky ran towards him and cut him loose from the chains.
“Clint, can you hear me? Please answer me!” Bucky held Clint in bridal style, first after he screamed at his friend, he realized he doesn’t have hearing aids in. But Clint still noticed something had changed, slowly he opened the eyes. The first thing he saw was the worried face of bucky and the ugly visage from Deadpool. He couldn’t speak, his throat was too sore, so he did the sign everyone in the world understands. Fuck off. _________________________________________________________________________________________
Dante Montague and his men fled from the scene but couldn’t go far because a shark on four legs kept attacking them. Deadpool just stood there and cheered to the shark called “Jeff”. Clint was dozing off again, too tired to understand this… whatever this is, so Bucky remained silent while he watched the shark while he was hurting and eating parts of them.
Later they faced the real “justice” from Deadpool, as he was slowly killing them with his baby knife. While that Bucky thought he heard the man humming “Bye Bye Bye”, his list with questions just got longer. _________________________________________________________________________________________
The weeks after that encounter passed slowly. They found out what the bastards injected him, sodium thiopental. They really wanted to figure out where the Winter Soldier is, but Clint resistance was stronger. No word left his lips due the strong training in S.H.I.E.L.D.. He didn’t say a damned word before Bucky and Deadpool came. Clint was long on the Infirmary, his friends visited him, also Deadpool once passed by to say hi and to explain why he was breaking into his apartment. After Clint figured out, he wanted to borrow his dog for a “Road Trip” nothing could hold him back, he wanted to shoot an exploding arrow in the others butt. But to Clints sorrow, his bow, like his hearing aid were carelessly broken. Stark immediately took the position to build something new for his friend.
“How’s going Mr. Brightside?” Bucky asked as Clint moved back to his apartment in the tower. The avengers believed it would be best if he stayed first in the tower for medical attention. Lucky didn’t really like it, but he wanted to stay with Clint. Clint sat down on his bed “Why are you keep calling me that?” “I like the song, and you remind me of it.” “What as someone who is hopeful optimistic but life always runs him over like a train until he can’t take it anymore?” Clint chuckled.
“No, you always try to be optimistic even in the worst situations, I saw the video these assholes made. You were not going to give any information about me when they beat you up, you even cracked jokes. Fucking idiot.”
“What can I say, that’s what I am.” He said as Lucky jumped on his bed to snuggle himself against Clint.