FIC: revenge is sweet(bitter) (T/M; warning in A/N; 2/2)ashen_keyAugust 20 2012, 12:12:39 UTC
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Clint allows himself a drink, because it's been a shit day in a shit week at the tail-end of an operation that he's been quietly hating for months now. It's been nearly two years of cleaning up the world of contract-killers, and he is tired.
He allows himself one drink, because two will turn into too many.
“She waited until everyone was at the crime-scene,” says Agent Waechter. She's Interpol, pretty competent, currently probably suffering from delayed shock. She also has his work number and was the one to get him on this particular case. A case that happened to involved two Red Room girls, one of whom he was going to go after anyway.
He hates the Red Room cases.
“She waited, and then she shot someone else.”
“Sniper,” he says, and swallows his drink. “We're patient.”
“The victim,” says Waechter, “had been on probation when the Zharkova fuck-up went down.”
“So, Usp...So, Olga, is getting out of control. I'll eliminate her.”
He is going to work out how to say her last name. He knows how to spell it now - Uspenskaya - and he is going to be able to say at least once before he shoots her.
The Red Room girls get to him, and always fucking have since the first one.
“When?”
“When,” Clint says, and he can hear the strain of keeping his voice even, “I know where she is. And when I know where Romanova is at the same time. I can't get Olga if I can't get to Romanova before she knows, and vice fucking versa. Because really? I don't want either of them coming after my team.”
“Uspenskaya has directly killed ten people in the past two years, all either Interpol or the local police, and Romanova helped her. I'm not even counting the other fatalities from that five car pile-up Uspenskaya caused.” Waechter's voice is calm, yet strangled around the edges.
Clint finishes his drink. “Then the local police and Interpol should have thought about that before driving their sister to kill her kids and then commit suicide. I'm going to bed,” he adds, and walks away from the hotel bar before he says something else more unprofessional.
He knows what Uspenskaya and Romanova did. The first two, Kaufmann and Seiler, they had been responsible, and so they had to die. One by three bullets, the other by drug-induced-asphyxiation, both methods reflecting the different M. O.s of the two assassins.
Clint could - and did - respect their logic. He'd be a hypocrite of the worst order if he didn't.
He falls back against his bed, and scrubs his face with a groan.
First people he ever killed; a bunch of stupid kids who had hit his boyfriend in a drive-by shooting, sent him crumpling to the ground in an awful parody of his normal stage bow. They hadn't even aiming for him; Ramón had simply been in the wrong place in the wrong time.
Clint had hunted them down, and killed them.
And then Ramón had stared at him in horror, and Clint ended up running off to the Army as soon as the circus reached the States again because both of them had been unable to handle it, and his act of vengeance had set him on the path to SHIELD and here.
Here, in this three-star hotel room, on the hunt for two young women who had committed their own acts of vengeance. Are committing, in Uspenskaya's case, and he disapproves of the amount of collateral she is collecting.
That aside, he knows without asking that they won't regret it. Regret how things turned out, maybe, regret that it probably won't bring much (if any) peace, but not the act itself. To some people, revenge is neither sweet nor bitter.
It's just simply the right thing to do.
(He really should have taken at least one more drink.)
Re: FIC: revenge is sweet(bitter) (T/M; warning in A/N; 2/2)ittykatAugust 20 2012, 20:06:17 UTC
Mmm, it's like you're psychic. I had a terrible day yesterday, and then this arrived, and I feel all gooey inside and I love it and you and everyone in this bar <3
I love the mutual understanding, and the parallels between these two. And I love how I can almost, almost put my finger on how it goes from here... But not quite.
Re: FIC: revenge is sweet(bitter) (T/M; warning in A/N; 2/2)ashen_keyAugust 20 2012, 23:10:13 UTC
I wrote this to cheer myself from my own bad day, so :D! to extending that. <333
Thank you so much!
This is going to be part of something much, much, muuuuuch longer that I need to do ALL THE RESEARCH ON, so one day the whole story will be revealed. In the meantime, I'm really pleased you're enjoying the mystery.
Re: FIC: revenge is sweet(bitter) (T/M; warning in A/N; 2/2)hufflepuffsneakAugust 20 2012, 21:03:17 UTC
This just rings so true to me. Dark, while still in character.
P.S. Now I really want to see Natasha's sister relationships if (when, it should be when, goddammit) she gets her own movie. Totally filching your headcanon.
Clint allows himself a drink, because it's been a shit day in a shit week at the tail-end of an operation that he's been quietly hating for months now. It's been nearly two years of cleaning up the world of contract-killers, and he is tired.
He allows himself one drink, because two will turn into too many.
“She waited until everyone was at the crime-scene,” says Agent Waechter. She's Interpol, pretty competent, currently probably suffering from delayed shock. She also has his work number and was the one to get him on this particular case. A case that happened to involved two Red Room girls, one of whom he was going to go after anyway.
He hates the Red Room cases.
“She waited, and then she shot someone else.”
“Sniper,” he says, and swallows his drink. “We're patient.”
“The victim,” says Waechter, “had been on probation when the Zharkova fuck-up went down.”
“So, Usp...So, Olga, is getting out of control. I'll eliminate her.”
He is going to work out how to say her last name. He knows how to spell it now - Uspenskaya - and he is going to be able to say at least once before he shoots her.
The Red Room girls get to him, and always fucking have since the first one.
“When?”
“When,” Clint says, and he can hear the strain of keeping his voice even, “I know where she is. And when I know where Romanova is at the same time. I can't get Olga if I can't get to Romanova before she knows, and vice fucking versa. Because really? I don't want either of them coming after my team.”
“Uspenskaya has directly killed ten people in the past two years, all either Interpol or the local police, and Romanova helped her. I'm not even counting the other fatalities from that five car pile-up Uspenskaya caused.” Waechter's voice is calm, yet strangled around the edges.
Clint finishes his drink. “Then the local police and Interpol should have thought about that before driving their sister to kill her kids and then commit suicide. I'm going to bed,” he adds, and walks away from the hotel bar before he says something else more unprofessional.
He knows what Uspenskaya and Romanova did. The first two, Kaufmann and Seiler, they had been responsible, and so they had to die. One by three bullets, the other by drug-induced-asphyxiation, both methods reflecting the different M. O.s of the two assassins.
Clint could - and did - respect their logic. He'd be a hypocrite of the worst order if he didn't.
He falls back against his bed, and scrubs his face with a groan.
First people he ever killed; a bunch of stupid kids who had hit his boyfriend in a drive-by shooting, sent him crumpling to the ground in an awful parody of his normal stage bow. They hadn't even aiming for him; Ramón had simply been in the wrong place in the wrong time.
Clint had hunted them down, and killed them.
And then Ramón had stared at him in horror, and Clint ended up running off to the Army as soon as the circus reached the States again because both of them had been unable to handle it, and his act of vengeance had set him on the path to SHIELD and here.
Here, in this three-star hotel room, on the hunt for two young women who had committed their own acts of vengeance. Are committing, in Uspenskaya's case, and he disapproves of the amount of collateral she is collecting.
That aside, he knows without asking that they won't regret it. Regret how things turned out, maybe, regret that it probably won't bring much (if any) peace, but not the act itself. To some people, revenge is neither sweet nor bitter.
It's just simply the right thing to do.
(He really should have taken at least one more drink.)
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I love the mutual understanding, and the parallels between these two. And I love how I can almost, almost put my finger on how it goes from here... But not quite.
You're the fantastic-est.
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Thank you so much!
This is going to be part of something much, much, muuuuuch longer that I need to do ALL THE RESEARCH ON, so one day the whole story will be revealed. In the meantime, I'm really pleased you're enjoying the mystery.
:D <3
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I am very eagerly waiting more. I'll be over here in the corner, jittery with excitement.
:D <333
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P.S. Now I really want to see Natasha's sister relationships if (when, it should be when, goddammit) she gets her own movie. Totally filching your headcanon.
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(and I love Nat's sisters that I've created, so wheeee, thank you!)
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