Whumptober 2023 - Day 23
"Stalking"
Clint never wanted to be famous. Sure, he had a reputation as an assassin, but that’s not really the same. But then the Battle of New York happened and Clint became an Avenger and from one moment to the next the whole world knew his name and his face.
Tony and Pepper dragged him and the rest of the team through all kinds of TV shows and to official receptions and to conventions and, and, and… Clint had no idea anymore where he was after a while, he just tagged along.
He had to write his name so, so many times, on pictures, on magazines, on posters, on tits and other body parts and had to pose for photos and videos and had to smile and give interviews and, and, and…
Clint didn’t exactly hate it… but he wasn’t the biggest fan. Not at all.
But then - a year or so after New York - the weird letters started. Someone sent him letters, told him that they loved him, that they wanted to be with him. Clint ignored it. Then the person sent pictures. Pictures of him. Pictures of him in all kinds of situations, of him leaving or entering Stark Tower, of him walking his dog, of him eating pizza, of him with other Avengers… of him on the range, of him in his apartment.
That’s when Clint eventually talked to Pepper and she said that he had a stalker. Clint laughed. Pepper didn’t laugh. And when the first package arrived Clint also stopped laughing. It was his favorite chocolate. Only Nat knew his favorite chocolate… and apparently the stalker.
Every few days a new package arrived from then on and Clint got more and more nervous. But when there were traces of someone lying in his bed in Stark Tower. According to Tony no one was supposed to get into this part of the tower aside from the Avengers and people they invited in.
He talked to JARVIS, he talked to Tony but they both said no one was inside of his apartment. But Clint could <i>see</i> that someone was there. It was obvious to everyone with eyes in their head.
“You’re overreacting,” Tony said. “No one can enter my tower. Trust me.”
Clint had glared at him for a long moment before he turned around and left the communal area. He took the elevator to get down to the parking garage, a duffle bag on his shoulder. He would move back to SHIELD base, at least for a while. But just when he wanted to mount his bike something hit him in his neck. Clint reached up and had a tiny arrow in his hand. His eyes went wide when he slid off of his bike and landed on the ground. Someone appeared above him, a woman. He had seen her at one of the receptions but he forgot her name.
She hunkered down beside him, a sweet smile on her lips.
“Hello Clint,” she said and placed a hand on his shoulder. “It’s so nice that you finally came to me.”
