!Proverbial AOU SPOILER ALERT!

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True Description: This is my take on Clint's new family, separate from my Hawkeye Initiative universe which is ending with "I Can Hear the Drums". In this story, Hawkeye must come clean about his new family after a threat he never expected shakes down his very house. Desperate, he forces the others to help him find his kidnapped family again, before he loses them all forever. But how will the team react to this secret he has kept hidden from them? Hawkeye Whump, shattered romance, tragedy, and an ADORABLE Lila Barton.

Avenge Me

Author: Ezra Cross (formerly PeechTao)

Prologue

"He—Hello? Hello, is this the Avenger's Tower?"

"You have reached Stark Industries in New York, can I ask where I may direct your call?"

"I need to speak to Clint Barton. Is he there? Please, tell him it's Laura and he'll understand. I need to speak to him! It's an emergency!"

"Ma'am, if you are calling in reference to an emergency, we recommend you hang up, and dial 911. Your local—"

"You don't understand! I need him, I need Clint. If you can hear me, please. Please, it's Laura! Something's happened. Something terrible! Can't you understand, I need to hear him?!"

"Ma'am, I can hear you are under some kind of duress. I must insist you hang up the phone and dial 911."

"Clint! Clint, please!"

A woman screamed. In the background there is the sound of metal screeching into metal like the slam of an incoming train. The operator calls out to the woman, desperate to get her back on the line but there are only her continued cries.

Glass is smashed. Something collides with the phone, sending it skittering to a thudding stop where the world becomes muffled around it.

"Ma'am?" the operator calls out into the bleakness.

There is no reply.

Metal now tears against metal. Something peels apart and hits the ground with a crash. An engine roars to ferocious life as tires squeal into a quick retreat.

"Ma'am?" the operator asks, more quietly. All hope is now lost. He thinks, perhaps, the woman has simply been kidnapped. By who remained to be seen, but there is hope nonetheless present when he transfers the recording to a flash drive and extracts it from the computer hub personally. As he removes his headset and clutches the woman's final words in his fist, he has already decided to deliver this missive personally to the private Avengers' floor. They could listen to it, or not. No doubt they had multiple calls like this every day. It is hope that drives him up to those private quarters.

He has no idea that the woman, hundreds of miles away, is already dying in a pool of blood, hanging lifelessly out of her smashed car door while her assailants beat a hasty retreat.

A typical opening for one of my wild rides!

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