Unexpected

Chapter 6:

Unexpected (part 6)

This was a bad idea.

Clint knows it.

But well-

He wouldn't exactly be an Avenger if it wasn't for his bad ideas. None of them would be so... Clint will call this a bad idea with a hopefullymaybe  good outcome. Heavy emphasis on the hopefully.

Currently, he was on a vent.

Jason wouldn't have opened his door. And knocking and asking the kid what was wrong wouldn't have done anything. The only thing it probably would've done was make things worse.

Scratch that-

It definitely  would've made things worse.

He would know.

Clint suddenly stopped. If he was right, then he would be right on top of Jason's room. He sighed, too late to turn back now.

Clint carefully- cause Tony would kill him if anything in Jason's room was anything less than perfect; took off the grille and tapped his fist against the flat surface next to him.

Jason looked up, not bothering to hide the surprise on his face. "Clint," he said in disbelief. "What the fuck."

Clint gave the kid a small wave. "What's up?"

"What's up?" Jason said, voice still shocked as he pointed at him. "Well, apparently, what's up- is you." Jason didn't say anything for a few seconds. "Clint," he repeated. "What the fuck are you doing hiding in the vent? In fact, how the fuck do you even fit?

Clint tilted his head, "Can I go down first?"

Jason gave him the 'go ahead' gesture, a manic look in his eyes as Clint hopped down the open space.

He hit the floor with a decently loud thud.

Clint turned to Jason. The kid had his eyes shut and Jason's fists were clenched so hard he was surprised that they weren't drawing blood. He could see Jason breathing in and out in a steady pattern.

In for four.

Hold for seven

And out for eight.

Then repeat.

Clint didn't say anything. And he didn't do anything either. It would only make things worse.

Yeah, he's definitely close to the fucking up territory.

It didn't take that long for Jason to regain his composure but when he opened his eyes, they glowed.

Clint could feel his heartbeat rapidly rise as his mind conjured up images-

Conjured up reminders of things he buried deep down his mind in a desperate attempt to forget the events.

It didn't matter.

The effort was for nothing.

He was forced to watch as Loki pointed the scepter towards his chest. He can still feel the sharp end of the weapon poking his skin.

Clint heard his breathing grow heavier. He watched as Loki muttered under his breath. He watched as his eyes turned black before they began to glow blue.

Clint tried to run forward. Maybe if he got the scepter away from Loki-

Maybe- maybe he could rewrite the past.

Maybe he could change it so he wasn't responsible for the deaths that he caused. It doesn't matter that his body was being forced to move. In the end, it was still his body that Loki used.