Off the Mark

Ch. 5

Six weeks into his therapy Clint’s limp was virtually nonexistent unless he was utterly exhausted.  His days consisted of doing paperwork for Shield, rehab, and putting in a few hours at the range. It still left way too many hour in the day to be filled.

Now that he was off the pain medication he was barely sleeping at night. He had never been one to do extra work during his down time…

Ch. 3

           The next time Clint managed to pull himself back from the haze of exhaustion and medications Natasha was reading a book in one corner while Coulson worked on paperwork in the chair next to the bed. He watched them for a few moments before Natasha glanced up and noticed his gaze.

“Welcome back, Hawk.”

“Tasha.” Clint rasped, humming gratefully as Phil brought a cup forward…

Ch. 2

Clint surfaced and slid back into a drugged sleep several times before he was able to keep his eyes open for more than a few seconds. He finally woke and stayed that way as a nurse was changing one of the IV bags. She bustled out and moments later a barrage of doctors descended. They at least put in his hearing aids which helped.

He waited through the poking and prodding, silent. He…

Ch. 1

Clint lay on the rough concrete, counting his breaths. His hands were bound tightly behind him, pulling his shoulders and chest painfully tight. He was a mess but eventually someone would come for him. He had to cling to that hope.

He had two trackers that should have been blasting out his location but the one in the meat of his shoulder had been removed on the first day of his…