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Clint was running, chased by a mad woman who apparently had some personal mission against him. She seemed persistent, eager and had a sort of thrill to her. He has no clue who she is, besides the familiar looking braid and fighting style that brought some unwelcome emotions back, but he knew one thing. She wanted him dead, and apparently that wasn't up for debate if the rapidly bleeding bullet wound had anything to say.
Kate, who was hopefully on her way as Clint had rang for her as soon as things started going south, was hopefully on her way to provide backup. But now was NOW and he had to go. Quickly making a turn into where he was hoping he could hide he was met with a dead end. Shit
She appeared. Yelena raised her gun and aimed for his head. “You fucking killed my sister!”.
Clint looked surprised, he did not understand. Sure he killed many during his time as Ronin. He even understood that this could be connected to his time as an Avenger, maybe Sakovia? She wasn't American if her accent was anything to go by.
“I don’t know who you are talking about”. He shivered and let out a wet cough, he was losing blood and fast, “damnit Kate, where are you?..” he whispered to himself.
“You know damn well who you bastard! You killed her and let her die! Natasha was the only family I had!”. Yelena's anger only grew, her grip tightening on the gun. Even though she wanted to cry she knew she had to stay strong, she already had her moment of grief and mourning. It was time to avenge her sister.
Clint faltered, stumbling a bit. That wasn’t right, he didn't kill Natasha. Did he? No. But he let her go. Suddenly, all grief returned. He let his best friend die on that stupid planet. If only he kept a tighter grip, or was faster so she couldn’t catch him before jumping.
“She wasn't supposed to die...”, with a heavy heart Clint replied, grief causing him to fumble on his words. He was a strong man, years of rough treatment in the circus and training with Shield, then Avenging. But even a strong man could crumble following the death of such a close friend...family.
“But you let her die!” Yelena didn't understand. She told me he killed her...He grip loosening on the gun. but with a persistence she knew she was in the right. “She told me you killed her!”.
He had no idea who she was. Surely not Natasha herself? I mean, crazier things have happened. An Alien Invasion, literal Gods walking among us, even a mad titan snapping away half the universe. Had Natasha possibly grown a sense and regretted her sacrifice? Calling to her sister to avenge her murder? No, that sounds silly even in his mind, Natasha would never regret her sacrifice if it meant bringing back half the universe and undoing what that stupid purple bitch did. But he was too delirious from the blood loss and renewed grief that he couldn't think straight, and had to ask. “Natasha told you?..”.
“Wha-No!” Yelena only grew angrier, how was this man not understanding. She seemed to question herself, how could her strong sister, trained through the Red Room and fought alongside the Avengers, be killed by this fool?
“Hawkeye!!! Clint!” Kate suddenly rounded the corner and threw a punch at Yelena, catching her off guard. Yelena turned fast, losing attention on Clint and dodged the next punch that Kate had aimed at her gut.
Clint sighed, in relief and moment of his body relaxing the built up adrenaline and tension he slipped down the cold brick wall and onto the puddle of blood below that was rapidly growing throughout the confrontation. Conscious slowly slipping he thought about needing to help Kate, who was currently engaged in a heated hand to hand combat with the woman. But she appeared to have the upper hand and let himself grow limp, she could take care of it, she was tough.
He suddenly felt the urge to console her for the loss of Natasha, and explain himself. But knew this wouldn't be the last he sees of her. His wound needed treatment and wouldn't allow for him to make sincere thoughts if he wanted to make this right. He needed to rest. He could clear his thoughts and figure out the right words to say. Surely he could make this right?
Suddenly, with a new mission to make things right, and knowing Kate would have his back, sleep claimed him.
I'll fix this mess for you Natasha, I promise.