Marvel Imagines

009 - Hawkeye imagine - Warrior

Imagine : working with Hawkeye and losing your cool in a fight

You thought at that moment - as you landed a kick in the centre of a man's chest and swung your blade at his torso - that you'd never felt more alive. It was a downside of your strength; the bloodlust. 

Clint looked across at you with a look that landed somewhere between admiration and fear. "Y/N, you can stop now."

The warehouse snapped back into focus and you realised that you were surrounded by unconscious bodies. You released the grip on the collar you had hold of and let the man you were about to punch drop to the ground with an echoey thud. The metallic clang of your sword followed soon after. It had happened again; you'd let yourself lose control.

Anything could have happened and you knew it. You could have killed your partner. And the worst thing was, in the state that overcame you when the bloodlust took over, you wouldn't have even cared. He would have just been another body tacked onto your kill list in a SHIELD filing cabinet. 

"I'm... I'm so sorry," you started to stutter, tears filling your eyes as your bloodstained hands went to your mouth. Clint took a few steps towards you, but you staggered back - almost tripping over on a man's outstretched arm.  "Don't come any closer".

"Baby..." he said softly, standing with his arms towards you but respecting your wishes.

"Don't," you replied, "Don't try to make me feel better. You always do it. Stop it".

"Stop what?"

"Trying to make people see me as anything other than a monster. Trying to make me see myself as anything but a monster". You pause, a tear rolling down your cheek and a bitterness filling your mouth. "Tony was right; I should have been locked away on the Raft."

Clint changed at those words. His face morphed from an expression of sadness to one of anger. "Don't you dare say that! Not now; not to me!"

You pouted and looked down at your feet like a scorned child; wanting to leave but frozen in place by the hurt and venom in his voice. After a moment had passed, you snuck a glance at his face and saw his wild, furious eyes and reddened cheeks. His arms were at his sides, fists clenched, and his feet were apart slightly like he was gearing up for a fight. 

"Do you know what you are? And don't you dare say a monster."

You dared to look up again, meeting his eyes and holding them this time. "I don't know."

"You are my friend. My best friend. I love you for god's sake". Now was his turn to look at the ground. "I know that I could never love a monster. And I love you so that means that you could never be one".

You run to him and collapse into his arms, melting into his embrace. He held you tightly like he was scared you might vanish if his grip loosened even for one second. "Do you really mean it? That you love me?"

"I'd never lie to you".

So, the two of you stood there in that warehouse, holding each other like it was the last time or, maybe, the first. Only when the sun began to rise did you decide to leave. You did it like you did everything else from that night onwards; together.

A/N : Hey guys, I really enjoyed writing this one. Let me know if you'd want a part two! 

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