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#ooc

No one wants to tell me who I am. Maybe I am being held hostage, here.

#The Eyes of an Empty Mind #ic

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Hawkeye/Loki fan art by KanKung on deviantart

#[[i ship it because fuck you that's why]]#clint barton

Natasha turned back into her normal self, she had forgotten she looked younger. "You already know me, Clint." She said crossing her arms in front of her chest. "You need to come back to me, please." She said already wanting to cry. "You need to come back, you need to remember. I miss you." She couldn't believe this was actually happening, she wanted nothing more but to be able to hug him and tell him everything that had happened, but he didn't know her. She was a stranger to him.

Clint eyed the girl who had just morphed into a woman before him. Now she was begging him to come back. Come back from what? What was there to come back, from? He could feel the slight pounding sting of a headache beginning to tug at his temples. "I... I'm sorry, but I don't know what you're talking about." That could have sounded nicer- though it didn't sound mean.

#The Eyes of an Empty Mind #natasha-theblackwidow #natasha theblackwidow

"You're Clint." Natasha said quietly, biting her lip. Did he really not remember anything? She had missed him so much and now that he was finally awake, he didn't even know her. "I'm Natasha." She said already sounding desperate, "You're my best friend. You're my partner." She knew that there was something else she had to add, but she couldn't come up with anything. The magic anons had messed everything up.

Clint. He was Clint. Well, that was definitely helpful. It was becoming aggravating- not knowing who he was. Best friend? She looked like she was twelve years old. Partner? Partner of what? The archer wished everything would stop being so confusing. He didn't need confusing at the moment, especially with the excruciating pain coursing through his veins. "Uh, okay... Nice to meet you, Natasha." For some reason, his own voice sounded foreign. Not that he knew what it sounded like, before.

#The Eyes of an Empty Mind #natasha-theblackwidow #natasha theblackwidow

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pilgrimkitty

awesome.

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I’m going to repeatedly reblog this.

notahero-justaliar

So much hope.

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This gave me chills.

.: | The Story [so far]. | :. [cont.]

Clint has finally woken up after twenty-four days of being unconscious, but things haven't gotten any better. He has temporary amnesia, leaving him completely unaware of who he, and everyone he ever knew, is. There are scars littering his entire body, and he'll be in intense pain for a while. He'll feel weird about the agents of S.H.I.E.L.D, because he'll think he's being held hostage.

[The plot will be called The Eyes of an Empty Mind. All posts regarding this plot will be tagged as such. Make sure if you want to talk to Clint out of the plot, you tag it as "AU", or else I'll reply with amnesia!Clint.]

#the story so far

Natasha walked into his room, "Clint?" She asked giving him a small smile.

Clint looked up, raising an eyebrow. "Clint? I don't know who that is," he said honestly, biting his lip. Honestly, if he had a nickle for every time another girl walked into the room...

#The Eyes of an Empty Mind #natasha-theblackwidow #natasha theblackwidow

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.: | Restore Me | :. [Drabble/Open]

Everything seemed much quieter around S.H.I.E.L.D headquarters. Well, at least, that’s what Agent Spencer Jones thought. No one argued much, no one even really talked much. And though no one wanted to admit it verbally, they were all scared for Clint’s life. Who wouldn’t be? Yes, he was annoying as hell, but at the end of the day, he was an amazing man. The thought of him not pulling through this broke everyone, inside. Even the bravest of them.

Everyone visited the lifeless man every once in a while, but in brutal honesty, it hurt to see him. To watch as he tried to hold on to the last string of his life. No one wanted to see the serene look on his face, to know that it would probably be the last facial expression he ever made. The nurses checked up on him everyday, making sure he was at least as comfortable as an unconscious man could be. Other than that, it was very quiet in the man’s room. No one bothered him- felt it was rude, even though he couldn’t see or hear.

For Eleanor Barton, everyone wanted to hate her, but no one could. Especially since she’d been under one of Loki’s spells. They felt bad for her, really. Sure, they were upset with her- but how could they not be? It hadn’t lasted that long, because everyone realized how ridiculous they were being. It wasn’t her fault, and that was it.

It had been a couple weeks since Clint had been in the infirmary, and people came and went. No one stuck around for long, they said a quick “hey, buddy… don’t die, alright?” before leaving in a depressed heap of unspoken feelings.

On the twenty-fourth night of being in that infirmary- body never having moved an inch, Clint Barton woke from his deep sleep. His eyes fluttered open, revealing the dark mocha orbs that no one’d seen in weeks. The first person to see it had squealed, running and yelling for Director Fury. The archer didn’t understand what was going on, and as he looked down at his hands, his eyebrows furrowed.

“What the…?”

Who was he? Where was he? What was he doing here? This definitely didn’t look like a place anyone should be. And what the hell was up with the people in the matching uniforms? Was he being held hostage? No, it couldn’t be. If he was, he wouldn’t be in the infirmary.

Come to think of it, he didn’t even know his own name.

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Cassidy had roamed the halls of the infirmary for about an hour. Not really sure what to do, her bones and wounds were healed, but still tthey ached with every motion at every moment. She found herself needing help from the wall to keep her up. They had really done a number on her again. When the nurses had askked her for a wheel chair or any help, she just waved them off and said she was fine.

She had gone her second round when a shrieking caught her ear. She saw a woman running from a room, calling for a Fury. She was curious and even though her father’s voice of him saying “Curiousity killed the cat.” She couldn’t help herself but pry a little.

She found herself peering into a room with a man on his bed, looking just as confused as she was. She wanted to say something, a simple hi or a wave, but she couldn’t something seemed off about him and she didn’t know what. So she went to leave, but she stubbed her toe on the corner of the door and let out a half shriek and half groan, grabbing her toe and hopping infront of the door.

So much for sneaking away.

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Clint hear distant squealing and people gasping and asking if she was serious. Who she was, he'd never know. But, that was big coming from the man who didn't even know who he was. Though, taking the time to get a look at his surroundings, he finally came to the conclusion that he wasn't being held for interrogation or anything of the such. His arms were littered with burn marks and healing wounds. His limbs ached as if he hadn't moved in a month. The archer would have guessed that that's what happened, but he really didn't know.

He hadn't even noticed that someone'd entered the room until he heard the groaning cry of the woman. It scared him, and his head snapped up. Raising an eyebrow, he looked at her, trying not to move. His entire body was in excruciating pain, and he was too tired to aggravate his limbs.

The girl didn't look familiar to him at all. Though, that wasn't surprising. Clearing his throat, Clint licked his lips.

"Uh... hi?"

#thearrowman #The Eyes of an Empty Mind

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#clint barton

the-ghost-king-nico replied to your post: .: | Restore Me | :. [Drabble/Open]

(I’d reply, but I don’t know what my character would be doing for Clint in this situation. XDD)

[[XD Lolol, that's alright!]]

#the-ghost-king-nico

.: | Restore Me | :. [Drabble/Open]

Everything seemed much quieter around S.H.I.E.L.D headquarters. Well, at least, that's what Agent Spencer Jones thought. No one argued much, no one even really talked much. And though no one wanted to admit it verbally, they were all scared for Clint's life. Who wouldn't be? Yes, he was annoying as hell, but at the end of the day, he was an amazing man. The thought of him not pulling through this broke everyone, inside. Even the bravest of them.

Everyone visited the lifeless man every once in a while, but in brutal honesty, it hurt to see him. To watch as he tried to hold on to the last string of his life. No one wanted to see the serene look on his face, to know that it would probably be the last facial expression he ever made. The nurses checked up on him everyday, making sure he was at least as comfortable as an unconscious man could be. Other than that, it was very quiet in the man's room. No one bothered him- felt it was rude, even though he couldn't see or hear.

For Eleanor Barton, everyone wanted to hate her, but no one could. Especially since she'd been under one of Loki's spells. They felt bad for her, really. Sure, they were upset with her- but how could they not be? It hadn't lasted that long, because everyone realized how ridiculous they were being. It wasn't her fault, and that was it.

It had been a couple weeks since Clint had been in the infirmary, and people came and went. No one stuck around for long, they said a quick "hey, buddy... don't die, alright?" before leaving in a depressed heap of unspoken feelings.

On the twenty-fourth night of being in that infirmary- body never having moved an inch, Clint Barton woke from his deep sleep. His eyes fluttered open, revealing the dark mocha orbs that no one'd seen in weeks. The first person to see it had squealed, running and yelling for Director Fury. The archer didn't understand what was going on, and as he looked down at his hands, his eyebrows furrowed.

"What the...?"

Who was he? Where was he? What was he doing here? This definitely didn't look like a place anyone should be. And what the hell was up with the people in the matching uniforms? Was he being held hostage? No, it couldn't be. If he was, he wouldn't be in the infirmary.

Come to think of it, he didn't even know his own name.