Clint hated this job, hated being forced into this team. Not that Clint could complain though. It was his duty, straight from the higher ups of hydra themselves. Clint had been hand picked out of everyone to join the Avengers. After all, someone had to be close to them. Hydra had eyes in every corner of this corrupt organization, and they apparently wanted the Hawk's on the most exclusive of them all.
The Avengers was a conglomeration of everything he despised. It was filled with loose canons, snakes, and enemies who should have been dead long ago. He had to act all buddy buddy with Captain America, Hydra enemy number one since the 1940s, the Hulk, a monster that could snap at any moment, Romanoff, a deadly spy who already abandoned one country, Thor, a powerful god who wasn't bound by anything human. Last but perhaps the most unpredictable of them all, was Tony Stark.
And of course it was him that Hydra had to have him keep the closest watch on.
Clint had made an effort to get close to all of them and for the most part, had a great deal of success. Acting the fool was a certain specialty of his and he'd wormed his way into being pretty great friends with most of them. Loveable bumbling Hawkeye, what a trustworthy guy. Last person anyone would ever accuse of being a member of a shadow organization bent on the razing of society.
Everyone fell for it, this act he'd had over a decade to perfect. Everyone loved him. Everyone of course except Tony Stark.
It was infuriating and it was getting dangerous. The higher ups seemed to be getting frustrated by the lack of updates regarding Stark. Clint knew it was results or he would be punished. One way or another he'd get Stark to like him, but he'd have to start now.
Clint rolled out of bed and made his way to the elevator. Based on what Bruce had told him, Stark was constantly in the labs so that would be where he'd check.
Moments later, the elevator dinged and the doors slid open into a pristine white room, tech covering everything. His hunch was right and Stark was inside working on... something. Clint was by no means a mechanic so anything more complicated that an exploding arrow went right over his head.
He made his way out of the elevator and stopped right at a glass door. Not wanting to be rude, because he was supposed to be getting on Stark's good side, he knocked on the glass in hopes of getting the other's attention.
{ Hydra verse Clint muse has become the biggest Hydra fanboy... I just watched AoS season 1 episode 17, and he was way too happy throughout the whole thing.
They’d given him the beast’s leash. Clint wasn’t exactly sure
what he had done to earn this honor, but his newest order,
straight from the Hydra higher ups, was his most important
yet. He was to take the Winter Soldier and a few other fodder
to a SHIELD outpost on the coast of Florida. While the small
army served as a distraction, Clint was to hack into their
mainframe and steal all the information he could.
Currently, they were on a air ship, circling about a few miles
above the ocean away the base. First things first though.
Meet the Winter Soldier face to face. Get him ready for the drop.
He typed in the security code, giving him access to the Soldier’s
chambers. Despite having been warned the guy wasn’t much for
conversation Clint couldn’t resist the attempt. “So, been briefed
on the mission yet?”
Clint’s life had gotten very complicated with the last several months.
It had started with his sudden and unexpected promotion to the
Avengers. That was when he went from being just another agent to
one of the most important Hydra operatives period.
Oh yeah, he was a double agent. Had been at Hydra for at least the
past 20 years. Best part? No one ever expected a god damn thing.
Not lovable bumbling Clint. He could never do anything wrong. If
Tasha, the great Russian master spy never suspected anything was
off with her best friend, then he was pretty positive his cover was
working. Even after Hydra decided to expose themselves, Clint was
still comfortably nestled in the ranks of SHIELD’s finest, feeding info
straight to the head honchos of hydra.
Course, an unfortunate side effect of being an Avenger as well meant
he also had to join in on the Hydra base raiding parties. He could do
his best to tell his home team that they were coming, but he’d still
have to come in every time and do a convincing job of pretending
to stop Hydra.
All had been going pretty good so far. He’d always given the bases
enough of a heads up to move any important cargo or delete the most
top secret information before the Avengers would inevitably come in
and wreck everything. Until of course, the Avengers had found that
snowy compound in Eastern Europe, just outside of Sokovia.
Cap had practically woken them all up in the middle of the night
(they’d been bunking together until Thor had his brother’s scepter
back) and told them that they had found a compound and now would
be the best time to strike. Of all bases too, why did Cap have to have
sniffed out one of the most important experimental bases. Clint had
barely found time to get the message to Hydra before the Avengers
were swooping in.
That mission had gone South for both parties.
An experiment should not have been interrupted. There was an
explosion. Tasha, Cap, and even their resident god Thor had been
injured enough to stop the mission. No scepter, the whole thing a
bust. Normally it would be cause for Clint to privately celebrate.
Hydra though? They were down one of their prized twins. Some
complication during the experiment that he had heard about later.
Not a single Hydra member had lived to really share what had happened.
That brought Clint to the second biggest complication in his life since
having to pretend to be a super hero. The remaining twin, Pietro…
he’d gone rogue. Guess who the fucking bosses decided to go chase
him back. Yep, Clinton F. Barton. Something about how he was actually
capable of subduing the weird twin so long as he had the Avengers
at his side. Clint half expected, he was just bait to get the Avengers
ripped to shreds by this guy instead of what they were actually telling
him, but Clint wasn’t one to really ever argue with the bosses.
The goal? Hopefully get this over with without the Avengers knowing a
thing. He rather liked this whole double agenting buisness and it would
be a shame to have to give it up because some punk decided to run.
Once the team was up and walking again, the Avengers wanted to
go after the scepter. Wasn't it great how things just fell right into place?
And with Tony and Bruce hunting, it took no time at all to locate the
damn thing.
South America of all places. The Avengers had taken out a research lab
about a month ago. With the way Cap was talking, it seemed SHIELD
thought Hydra returned to their old base. Little did they know, Hydra
didn’t do that… it would be too predictable. Clint couldn’t say anything
without sounding suspicious, so while the rest of his ‘team’ was preparing
for a huge battle, Clint was just packing specialty arrows. He knew what
they were going to face when they got there, not a squadron on Hydra,
just a magical punk pissed off at the world.
The whole trip there felt weirder than normal. Tasha smiling and joking
around with him like nothing was going to change. Tony, the asshole,
taunting him as per usual. Everything was so much what it should be
that Clint could barely believe everything could change so much if he
slipped up on this mission. No matter what happened, Hydra’s goals
came first. The Avengers could not get that scepter. If it came to it,
this was the mission he would have to shoot an arrow through their
foreheads. Wouldn’t that suck… Double agent didn’t mean he hadn’t
grown fond of some of them.
They landed less than a mile from the base, Cap barking out orders
and battle plans that Clint knew would be useless. Still he hopped on
the back of the motorcycle, arrow drawn while Nat drove. The entire
ride there Tony kept yammering about how it was probably an ambush
and it took all of Clint’s will power to tell him to shut up. If it was Tony
that Clint ended up shooting, he wouldn’t feel that bad.
The base perfectly in view and not a soul in sight. Even Clint could
feel the tension rise throughout the team and he knew what to expect.
They all parked, they all landed and stepped closer to the entrance.
Oh god… this close, Clint could see he hadn’t been the first hydra
agent sent after the twin, or at least hadn’t been the first to arrive.
Fuck, he recognized some of these guys. All of the Avengers, not
just Clint, showed sympathy. It was hard not to with a massacre this
big. Some of them were so mangled beyond recognition. Even with
his stomach, it was still difficult to take in. They didn’t know where
Pietro would be or when he would strike, so Clint switched his arrow
out for an electrocution one. Hopefully Hydra was right and it would
do a decent job of reigning in the guy’s weird ass powers.
Cap gave the signal for the Avengers to move in. That… probably
wasn’t a good idea.
“Uh, Cap, If it’s fine by you, I think I’d rather stand watch out here.
Whatever did this, they could still be out here. Don’t want em to
bottleneck you all inside. Sides… not much I can do in close quarters."
It made plenty of sense to the rest of the team, so there Clint was,
standing in the jungle, surrounded by bodies, waiting for any sign of
his target.
