Title: Closure
Author:
strangevisitor7Fandom/Universe: Avengers (Marvel Movie 'verse)
Beta:
ithildyn Rating: PG
Characters: Clint Barton - Hawkeye, Natasha Romanoff - Black Widow.
Summary: A prompt from
ithildyn, who wondered what Tasha whispered to Clint in the last scene of the Avengers movie that made him smile
A/N: If you haven't seen the movie, this could be considered spoilery.
Closure
Clint wondered if he'd ever be able to put the massive mind fuck that Loki had given him to rest. Emptying his quiver into a score of invading Chitauri had helped. He'd lost himself in the heat of battle; no ambiguity, just kill or be killed. He’d liked that.
In the days that followed, the adrenaline had worn off and he'd been forced to deal with his appointed SHIELD psychiatrist. The guy had babbled on about closure and dealing with his feelings. Closure to Clint would have been putting an arrow into Loki's eye, but that was no longer a possibility.
He'd tried to beg off when Tasha had insisted that he accompany everyone to Central Park to see Thor off because it meant facing Loki again. Even seeing the bastard trussed up like some Medieval BDSM submissive wasn't as satisfying as it should have been. As he stood there with the others, his hand twitched, longing for the bow which he'd been forced to leave behind. His thoughts were in turmoil and he really just wanted to just get away from here. Everyone was so happy because the Avengers had saved the world, but he was just annoyed by all the self-congratulations; especially from Stark. Deep down Clint worried the he might never be at peace as long as Loki was alive and beyond his ability to extract revenge.
He was brought back from his dark thoughts when he sensed Tasha at his side pressing something into his hand. He glanced at the tiny data disc before sending a questioning look her way.
She leaned toward him and whispered, "Stark Tower security footage," in his ear. Clint allowed himself a small smile. Could it be that Tasha had handed him exactly what he needed?
As soon as he could he'd retreated to his apartment. He slid the drive into his computer and opened the file. As the video played, he couldn’t stop smiling. By the time he'd watched the Hulk pummel Loki into the concrete floor for the sixth time; he knew that he could get beyond all the bullshit that was plaguing him. Clint leaned back in his chair and hit replay again. It wasn't an arrow to the eye, but it definitely felt like closure.