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Title: Vibranium Hawkeye
Category: Movies ยป Avengers
Author: PeechTao
Language: English, Rating: Rated: T
Genre: Adventure/Suspense
Published: 11-09-12, Updated: 01-31-13
Chapters: 15, Words: 53,593
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Vibranium Hawkeye
By, PeechTao
Chapter 1: Prologue
Was it so hard for others to realize that Clint, for all intents and purposes, was a Hawk? Clint was not a mole, or a rat, or even a vole, or other subterranean critter. A Hawk symbolized his life. When Phil Coulson and he were stationed at a little Crow Reservation in the summer of 2008, three members of the tribal council came up to him and handed over the feathers of three species of hawks. They, having known him for four hours, knew at once he was Hawkeye to his very core.
As for his team? They constantly, intentionally, forgot that he hated cramped spaces and being underground in any form. Now he was trapped, with Thor no less, in the saddest pit hole SHIELD could come up with.
Life definitely sucked.
His one saving grace was a row of sub conduits that sprouted arbitrarily from one wall, cut diagonally across the ceiling, and rejoined the opposite wall. At fifteen feet up in the largest subway opening between there and Fifth Street, Clint satisfied himself with climbing onto the conduit nest and perch. The ceiling wasn't high enough up for him to sit, so he stretched himself out horizontally and tucked in for the long haul. His quiver rested beside him well within easy reach and if he pulled the string to his bow just right he could clear all the pipes and have a perfect shot at three out of four entry points. Thor would have to handle the fourth. No biggie.
Not long since he fractured three ribs during a lunch-gone-wrong at the local Red Robin, Clint attempted to use another medical excuse in order to remain out of the limelight, especially seeing that the last two times the defense summit had been scheduled, Clint ended up bleeding from some heinous wound or other. Unfortunately, Fury didn't exactly agree with his duck-out attempt.
By now Tony was well into his meeting presiding in the squat twenty-three story building just over their heads at the Department of Defense building. The meeting would take three hours. Soon, Clint could leave and that would be the end of that.
Thor and Clint started off talking. The Asgardian never stayed quiet long and with Clint acting as the captive audience, Thor had taken full advantage of chatting his ear off. That lasted for about an hour. After hour one, Thor had inexplicably stopped talking. Clint didn't make any move to restart the conversation that would inevitably return to Asgard or Vikings or Victoria's Secret (where maidens go to change their silken skins or so he was led to believe by Tony).
Even though Clint enjoyed the quiet thoroughly, it was nearing a full half hour since Thor had mentioned so much as the troublesome wear spot in his boot. Always on the alert, Clint rolled a little to look down. Thor remained on his feet, shifting his weight from right to left and still looking bored.
"Hey, what's going on down there, big guy?" Clint asked against his better judgment.
Thor continued to stand there, shifting his feet. He didn't offer a response.
"Thor? Yo, blondy-locks you ok down there?" Clint asked a little louder.
"Hmm? Was that something of an enquiry?" Thor asked after a pause.
"Yeah, sure, whatever. Just checking on you." Clint sighed.
"Who? Does someone speak?" Thor asked.
Clint rolled his eyes. "Yeah, ha ha. I speak to your royal highness from the land beyond the ground floor. How fares the lowly existence?"
There was a sudden violent sound, like a boulder crashing against a pane of glass at the speed of an airliner. Instantly on alert, Clint nocked an arrow and scanned the tunnel on his side. Three paths were clear. He didn't dare call Thor's name to check on the forth. He waited, staying quiet, to see if any foe strayed into his line of sight. Exactly three minutes of nothingness went by. He could hear Thor groaning, shuffling on the floor against something. When nothing apparent came, Clint dropped to the floor. His leap had him crouched directly over Thor. His bow still taught, he scanned the fourth access-way but again found absolutely nothing. Thor lay on his back, his body hardly moving. His eyes were wide, almost bloodshot. His mouth gyrated frantically. Words formed in scattered sentences that Clint couldn't follow.
"Thor?! What happened! Tell me what happened to you! Can you understand me?" Clint should have been whispering, but fear gripped him. Now Thor's face had an unnatural reddish purple hue. If he didn't know better Clint would have thought the man was being strangled before his very eyes.
His mouth continued to move but words barely reached beyond his lips. Clint leaned in, trying to coax life out of him.
"Rruu." Thor choked.
"What?" Clint asked. He bent down, his hands lacing around Thor's neck desperately, perhaps a wire or invisible hands, something sucked the life from him.
"Don't do this." Clint said desperately.
Thor grasped Clint's shirt front with all of his fading strength. He pulled Clint close, whispering into his ear.
"RUN! Don't... Loki...please RUN!" he managed, a burst of strength adding substance to his mouthed words. Thor's hand released and he dropped against the stone floor. His face changed pallor again, now shining white and sickly. A thick sheet of sweat burst across his forehead, pouring into his hair as his clothes began to mat against his chest. Clint watched for a few as the great man struggled to breathe against an invisible foe until at last he seemed to collapse in on himself like a dead man. He lay still, sweating and breathing, but alive.
"Thor?" Clint asked, shaking him. "Thor, wake up! Wake up! Do it now or I swear I will hurt you!" He grabbed Thor's shoulder, now yanking his body around violently. "Don't do this to me! Wake up!"
Swallowing his heart back into his chest, Hawkeye scanned the four halls again for the sign of intruders. There still was no sign that any had even come or gone. Nothing remained but the overwhelming feeling of being alone, all alone, with the warning of Loki.
"Oh my God." Clint whispered to himself, every fiber in his body threatening to tremble to pieces. They trained for this. Maybe not for Loki but for something. But that didn't make any sense. How did he get here? Out of Asgard and back here? Somehow it didn't matter so much the how but the mere fact that Loki was here at all was enough to step up his terror a whole new level.
Without further delay, Clint tapped into his headset. Stark came through, no delay necessary, exactly how Clint stipulated it when he agreed to do the mission at all.
Three seconds later, Stark answered him in a hurried quip. "Hurry up bird-brain we've got issues up here."