Avengers Clint Barton Novels & Stories

These characters from Marvel Comics could destroy a few rooms with a single punch, or topple the place with a casual kick. In just a few minutes, the once lavish Angel Building was already in rubble. It was a horrible sight. "What... what's going on?" Veron slapped the table and roared. Qin Haodong sat back on the sofa, crossed his legs, and looked at him smilingly. "I can give you an answer. Angel Company has done too many bad things. God has sent you guys avengers." Veron's eyes were bloodshot as he cried out, "Nonsense! You're behind this, right?"

No wonder Horton kept lingering here, refusing to leave. Lyana probably came over because this place looked safe. It was not long before a middle-aged man wearing a suit of elegant brocade appeared in the side hall with two young men who looked like his disciples. "I'm the villa lord of Snow Reflecting Mountain Villa, Barton Cliff, also known as the Snow Reflecting Divine Blade. Pleased to meet you." Barton looked like he lived a comfortable life. He looked more like a noble than a pugilist. Chase stood up and said, "Nice to meet you, Lord Barton. I'm Chase Collins, the master of the Miracle Doctor Sect."

But I figured I'd give this right to the one whose father got murdered. Before everyone could blink, Dawn and Beta Alvin darted for the gate. Nobody moved for a while, but then Clinton let out an Alpha Command. “Get back here immediately!” he growled. “Then kneel before everyone and admit your crimes.”

Not because they were unjust, but because someone finally stopped accepting the rules without question. Clint hadn’t stolen money for power. He’d stolen it for escape. That distinction mattered more than the cartel wanted to admit. They would never forgive him for that. Not because he took from them, but because by doing so he reminded them of the one thing they never gave to their subjects. Choice. I checked my messages again. Savannah still hadn’t responded. She was being careful. Or maybe she was being stubborn. Either way, she was still inside the perimeter. That meant she was still useful.

Unlike Carson and Kenneth, almost everyone in the squad had no military experience so they were prone to errors that professionals would not make. Kenneth was a veteran soldier while Carson had military training. Linum looks at Bart for a minute. Bart just shrugs. “Do you believe this shit?” Bart looks around and when he sees that the coast is clear, he speaks. “Yeah. I can.” Linum frowns. He did not expect that. “Wait, really?? You’re not angry? Pissed off that we’re here?” Bart looks around again as he scans the forest. “Nah. I’m not.”

“A woman who has chosen hiding rather than family, you came to play the good guy?” “No.” I tilted my head. “I came to warn you.” His wolf bristled. “About what?” “You’re playing a cold game,” I whispered, stopping his wolf with a flick of my finger. “And you’re losing. You are just failing to see it.” The silence that followed was thick, suffocating even for them. Lorenzo’s voice dropped, dangerous. “To who?” “Xavier Blackthorn.” I locked eyes with him. “And Valerie. The Luna you’re underestimating more than anyone. The weak pawn that you think you can play.”

"But Daemon's not the type to leave survivors. He'll consolidate power and you'll be next on his list. At least with us, you have allies." "Allies who can't even control their own territory." "Yet," I said. "We're building. We're strategic. We're not reckless like Daemon. That makes us better long-term partners." Barton was quiet for a long moment, studying me with those calculating eyes. Then he smiled, slow and sharp. "You make a compelling case. I'll admit, I'm impressed. You've got balls coming here, I'll give you that." "So you'll help us." "I didn't say that." He leaned forward. "I said I'm impressed. But impression doesn't pay bills. If I'm going to commit resources to your little war

Vansh looked at Avni to hear her opinion when he saw Avni signalling him to go by Shana's wish. "Thank you, dida" giving Avni a flying Kiss, Shana squealed. "Do you have an extra pair of eyes behind your head" amused, Avni questioned. "Hehe, I have some awesome power you are unaware of" giggling, Shana answered. "Ofcourse, Captain Marvel." "Nopes, call me Ironwoman." "You too will die like ironman." "Hey, do not say anything about him. I literally cried when I saw him dead." "Yes yes, we know how much you like Ironman, to be precise Junior Robert Downey."

“No, I don't know who did this, and I do not care. May I be excused for the day?” He nodded solemnly, as if he wished that I was brave enough to come forward, but understood and accepted my reluctance, “Yes, Avery. Go. And if you need tomorrow off as well, just call me.” I told him thank you, as I proceeded out of the front doors. On my way, I run into Conner and Clint who abruptly separate, allowing me to effortlessly pass. I inwardly laughed, because it was like Moses parting the Red Sea.. Clint's POV

It had happened more than a decade ago, after all. Clint had been a week outside taking his final vows and being inducted into the order when he’d found Alva, standing on the doorstep of his small apartment, trembling in the middle of a harsh winter snow, with mascara trails going down her cheeks and those angry bruises and fractured jaw. He’d taken her in and cared for her like a broken bird. He’d given her sanctuary from Elliott .