Fic: What Stays And What Fades Away (Avengers/Supernatural; PG-13)
Title: What Stays And What Fades Away
Author: misachan
Fandom: The Avengers/Supernatural
Characters/Pairings: Clint&Natasha&Coulson, Fury, Meg, Lucifer.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Brief depictions of violence, including one instance of violence against self.
Word Count: 10,390
Spoilers: Pre-movie; set shortly after SPN 5.10, Abandon All Hope.
A/N: Thank you to morganoconner and aerilex!
Summary: "You don't understand. Have you ever had someone take your brain and play? Take you out and stuff something else in? You know what it's like to be unmade? "
"You know that I do."
The true purpose of the Red Room is worse than anyone could have imagined. The morning after Death rises in Carthage something dark and secret wakes in the soul of Natasha Romanoff and in the blink of an eye Clint finds his stolen life collapsing around him. When the world is in the grip of the Apocalypse sometimes the only choice you have is to deal with the Devil. Angel!Clint.
Sometimes, when the night was quiet and the building was secure Clint could almost convince himself this was what he'd been created for. The faint blasphemy of the thought kept him warm on cold nights.
Author: misachan
Fandom: The Avengers/Supernatural
Characters/Pairings: Clint&Natasha&Coulson, Fury, Meg, Lucifer.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Brief depictions of violence, including one instance of violence against self.
Word Count: 10,390
Spoilers: Pre-movie; set shortly after SPN 5.10, Abandon All Hope.
A/N: Thank you to morganoconner and aerilex!
Summary: "You don't understand. Have you ever had someone take your brain and play? Take you out and stuff something else in? You know what it's like to be unmade? "
"You know that I do."
The true purpose of the Red Room is worse than anyone could have imagined. The morning after Death rises in Carthage something dark and secret wakes in the soul of Natasha Romanoff and in the blink of an eye Clint finds his stolen life collapsing around him. When the world is in the grip of the Apocalypse sometimes the only choice you have is to deal with the Devil. Angel!Clint.
Sometimes, when the night was quiet and the building was secure Clint could almost convince himself this was what he'd been created for. The faint blasphemy of the thought kept him warm on cold nights.