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[Clint x Reader] Hero

Hello, everyone! I am very excited to announce that I've only got one more part to write for my promised mini-series. I know I announced this a long time ago, but with getting hurt and then having to struggle through the rest of the semester, as well as working more than I was expecting to this summer due to the business I work at being short staffed up until recently, I haven't been paying as much attention to it as I had hoped, but now that I'm in the final stretch, I just wanted to let you all know that I haven't abandoned the project, and that if all goes well it will be up for you soon.

The entire thing will be four parts, and each part will be longer than my usual one shot length. With just the three parts I have now I am already over fifteen thousand words (Holy crap!), and I'm really looking forward to putting it up for you all.

Once I get the final part finished and all parts edited, I'll start posting them, and each chapter will be posted a week apart. If anyone has a preference on what day you think would work best for me to post, leave a comment, and I'll consider it. If no one answers, I will probably just post them on Fridays.

I don't want to give the story away, but I will say that the entire thing takes place on Asgard.

Thanks so much for reading and putting up with my bad habit of not writing as often as I should. Don't forget to let me know what day of the week you want the mini-series, and enjoy today's update!

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You stood at the door to your apartment, semi-hesitant to enter and see what chaos had ensued while you were gone. You had just returned from a particularly profitable shopping trip, finding most everything that you needed including a pair of cleats for your oldest son's junior soccer league, a few new staple pieces of clothing for your youngest son (who seemed to be outgrowing every single thing you bought for him every two months), and a helmet for your middle child to aid in his soon to be acquired mastery of the tricycle. In addition to all that you had also grabbed takeout for dinner and a movie that, you hoped, would entertain your kids for at least a couple of hours.

Oh, and there was also something for you that would strike Clint's particular interest, but that would wait to make it's appearance until much later in the night.

The downside to all your productivity came in the fact that it left your husband alone with the three boys, and while you didn't doubt Clint's ability to take care of them, you also knew that you couldn't count on your home being anywhere near the same state as you left it in. He was, after all, a man who thought target practice was a lot more interesting when explosives were involved. Any destruction caused was just an acceptable side occurrence.

Deciding you couldn't delay the inevitable any longer, you shifted all your bags further up your arm with a sigh, inserting your key into the lock with great difficulty and letting yourself in. Kicking the door shut, you set everything down in the little entry way, not too thrilled to see what disrepair the four children, three of them younger and one of a slightly older age, could do when left alone for a few hours.

The first thing you noticed as you came cautiously into your small kitchen was that all the chairs to your table were suspiciously missing. It wasn't the worst thing you could of come across, but it also begged the question of just what had happened to them.

A panicked cry that was unmistakably from one of your boys had you turning your head sharply towards the living room, worry etching itself into your chest.

"Clint?" you called out, reluctant to just what had caused it.

"Momma!" your youngest screamed, quickly followed by another shout.

"No!"

"Clint?!" you tried again, fear taking over you as you raced to find them. You were just rounding the corner into the living room when Clint's voice finally rang out.