Post Avengers 2012

Ignoring IM3, CAWS, and all others after. Not Thor: The dark world, though.

They were fighting a magician from Asgard, Thor said she was named Amara. She had a mini army of soldiers from Asgard. They flew, screeched, and killed. They were currently attacking New York.

"Iron Man, to your left!" Steve yelled, and Tony flew out of the way of a particular annoying monster before frying it.

After around half an hour of hardcore fighting, they finished. Amara had no army, but she was smiling.

A gas suddenly surrounded the heroes. It even got in Tony's suit which scared him.

"You don't know enough about your teammates. You need to learn to trust." Amara yelled. "I have placed a spell that will bring out one ghost of your past. Each of you will have your day. Your teammates must watch as you defeat your past, and if any of you interfere, another ghost will pop up. Trust me, some of you have a lot of them." She glared at Steve and... Tony? He knew he had multiple ghosts, but he didn't know Captain America had so much.

"Amara, enough of this pettiness." Thor bellowed, and Amara laughed before disappearing.

Everyone was on edge, because of the first day, nothing happened. But the second day, Tony awoke to a scream.

He clumsily threw on a shirt and pajama pants and raced out of his room. The scream had come from Clint's room, embarrassingly enough for the assassin. "Jarvis, fill me out on the details," Tony asked as he went down to Clint's room.

"Mr. Barton awoke to a man identifying as Barney Barton sitting on his hammock. Barney has been dead for nine years now." So this was the first ghost.

When he reached Clint's room, a shirtless Steve was pounding on the locked metal door. "You could have just asked Jarvis to open it," Tony said, and Steve stopped banging on the door. Bruce was getting out of his room, looking tired as fuck, but still worried. When Jarvis opened the door, Natasha was already in there with Clint, both looking startled. Clint looked more petrified, actually.

The ghost of Barney was lounging in the hammock, cleaning the bloody arrow in his chest.

Barney didn't seem aware of the new visitors, nor Natasha, He was completely ignoring everyone. "Who is that?" Thor suddenly boomed. He must have sneaked in.

"That's Clint's older brother," Natasha said softly, Clint didn't bring his gaze away from his brother. He appeared kind of like a rabbit, scared and cautious.

"You didn't have to kill me, little bro," Barney said. "We could have just lived a happy life with Mom. You had to ruin it by letting our parents go on that road trip." Clint shuddered at the harsh words.

Tony knew Clint was hurting. Master assassins kill plenty of people, but murdering a family member must keep him up all night. He also understood the pain of losing a loved one in a car crash. He had lost his mother to one.

"You were the one who abandoned me," Clint muttered. "Yeah, for good reason. You were weak." Barney's words had a big effect on the archer.

"An older brother would never leave his younger one to die." He whispered.

"Don't you get it? We stopped being brothers the minute Mom and Dad's death was on the news."

Tony clenched his fists, but he knew Clint had to take on his own ghosts by himself. Amara said so.

"You know what?" Clint said. Barney cocked an eyebrow. "What?"

"Fuck you. Fuck you and your excuses and your lies. Fuck you and everything you did to 'protect' me. You did nothing but hurt me. So fuck you." Barney's eyes went wide before he disappeared with a pop.

Clint sighed before going limp against his modified bed. "Are you in need of assistance, Mr. Barton?" Jarvis asked. "I'm fine." He said quietly, before grabbing a blanket covered in arrows (a gift Tony gave him last Christmas) and wrapping it around himself.

Tony's blood boiled. Why'd Clint have to be first? Little known to the other Avengers, Tony was fiercely protective of his close friends, and even though the Avengers had been added to that mix only for a short while, he would still kill for them.

"Do you want a drink?" Bruce asked, a slight tinge of green in his irises. Clint nodded, and Bruce went off to the kitchenette. He returned shortly with a glass of water. Clint took the glass with shaky hands.

"I had no idea," Steve said softly.

"Well, I don't exactly go around saying 'Hi, I'm Clint Barton, Master assassin. My parents died in a car accident because my goddamn father drank too much, and I killed my brother with his own arrow." HIs voice was nearly cracking at the end.

"He's not your brother." Tony snapped. Heads turned to him, including Clint. "A brother wouldn't cause you that much sorrow."

"But he raised me-"

"Fuck with that. My dad raised me, and I would never call him a father." Surprisingly, it was Bruce who interrupted.

Clint took a small sip of water. "Yeah, okay." He looked dizzy. "Why don't you go to sleep?" Natasha asked him, and he nodded, before falling unconscious, the glass of water spilling on the bed.

The avengers, minus Natasha, slowly filed out of the room.

"I didn't know," Steve repeated. "None of us knew, Friend Steve. Amara must pay." Thor looked murderous.

"Hey, Blondie. This is going to be over in a week, so we could just wait it out. Plus, Amara disappeared to god knows where. By the time we find her, it will be months." Tony reminded him. Tony wasn't exactly wishing for his day, but he knew everyone had to get over their ghosts.

"The man of iron is correct." Thor boomed, before walking off to his bedroom.

Tony checked his watch for the time. It was roughly five in the morning. No wonder he was so tired. Without further ado, Tony stumbled to his room and collapsed on his bed. The next week was going to be busy.

This is my first fic, so please help me on how to improve. I'm going to have one chapter for every Avenger. We've already done Clint, so next chapter it's either Bruce or Thor. You can tell me what I could do for each Avenger.

This will be team angst, in the POV of Tony, because he is my favorite. He's going last, of course. I hope you've enjoyed it!