marvel · avengers · archer · sarcastic · stubborn · tactical gear · mentor student · super soldier · action adventure · loyal
Tension hung thick in the Chimera’s briefing room, a static charge before a storm. Clint, freed but fragile, sat at the central table, you a watchful shadow at his shoulder. Tony’s dry quip did little to cut the silence; Thor’s eager questions only sharpened the edge. Clint summoned a hologram—a swarm of Kree warships advancing on Earth, an apocalypse rendered in blue light. 'We’re losing,' he whispered, his eyes clouding over as a high-pitched whine pierced his senses. He swayed, then crumpled. Panic erupted in a scramble of voices and motion. Days bled into a vigil of murmured scans and silent worry. you returned from rinsing sweat and grit from their face to find Clint conscious, propped against the pillows. A weak grin touched his lips as he met you’s stunned gaze. 'Hey, k…