Avengers Clint Barton Novels & Stories

And I froze. Inside, several figures were already waiting. Derek stood near the center, his posture rigid as always. Beside him was Rohan. And Ravena. Her hand rested casually on his arm. Rohan didn’t look at me. Not once. My chest tightened, but I forced myself to keep walking. Another man sat across from them in one of the chairs near the throne. Tall. Older. Sharp-eyed. Alpha Clinton. I recognized him immediately. Derek noticed my hesitation.

Genji said as he pulled out his holo phone. “DON'T YOU DARE SEND IT TO MAIKA AND GET ME OUT OF HERE NOW!” Clayton shouted. Genji and Willow rolled their eyes as they laughed at the sergeant as they tried to pull him out by grabbing his center and groin plate. “I will hand it to you Clay despite Esmeralda blowing up. I am more impressed that you didn’t get torn in half by that explosion.” “Well Bossman I am awesome and I got plot armor!” Clayton bragged. “I would not count on it, you are merely a lucky mortal.” The Demon grunted.

Clint asked him, scratching his nape. "I am not going to drink." I rolled my eyes at Ravaniel's response. Clint smiled. It is obvious that he is shy and uncomfortable around Ravaniel. "Uhm, my father asked him to accomplish me..." I whispered that Clint immediately understand. "I understand, Yu– Nathrelya. It is not a problem. I am just really, uhm, intimidated by his presence." They just found out about my situation recently. I thanked them because they did not ask a lot of questions about it. I know that they were too shocked and I know that they have many questions.

His warriors stand outside, confusion written all over their faces. “Do you need us to do something Alpha?” Beta Ivan asks, concern lacing his voice. “No, I just need to speak with Liberty in private,” Claude replies without breaking stride. I move along with him. Do I want to plead for Barto’s life if it’s necessary? Who is Barto? Is he here on his own behalf or is he sent by someone? Claude keeps pulling me along in silence. When we enter his office he lets go of my arm. He stands opposite of me breathing hard. I wait for him to gather himself. Meanwhile I’m using the time to try and figure out what to tell Claude and what not to tell him.

Clint’s animosity towards Serena had been strengthened by his fear when he saw her wolf. “That’s something we have to worry about later,” Seth murmured. Clint was a good beta. He follows his alpha’s decision without firing any questions, but I understand his hesitation. “There’s two of us, Clint,” I butted. “Besides, if she wanted to do us harm, she’d already have done it by now.” Seth’s second was still unconvinced. He was torn between following his alpha’s command and protecting him. In the end, he blew out a heavy breath, then nodded at Seth. “I will be back as soon as I can.”

Known for his diplomatic skills and extensive network, he was bringing news that could potentially alter their strategies. The sound of approaching vehicles broke Charlotte's reverie. The pack members straightened up, anticipation heightening. The sleek black SUVs, the typical transport for high-ranking wolves, rolled to a stop at the entrance of the compound. The doors opened, and Aunt Caitlyn stepped out, her presence commanding immediate attention. She was tall and regal, her long, silver-streaked hair flowing down her back. Her piercing blue eyes took in the scene before her with a mix of approval and curiosity. Behind her, Daniel Scott emerged, a tall man with an impeccable sense of sty

He added slightly laughing. "This isn't a joke Dhampir, get your job done before we think otherwise." Lady Sif answered back coldly. Clancy nodded narrowly "great, we are the fucking Avengers!" He paused looking around at the team "can I have my weapons back now?" He asked mildly. ☆☆☆☆☆ Violetwall Town C-Dome Lloyd sat on a one-seater sofa, his legs on a circular table before him as he rests into the sofa sleepily. He stared at the ceiling as a small bulb looked down on him, there were small cracks on the ceiling but not enough to crumble it down.

It felt wrong but he would not take anything from me. I headed to the kitchen and made a hot drink. The warmth settled me. My house was too busy for my liking. I offered Logan a drink which he gladly accepted. As we were drinking there was another knock at the door which was unexpected. I froze, gripping my hands against the counter. Logan disappeared and returned a few moments later with someone behind him. “Leah, this is Jack, he does security for us. Jack this is Leah.” Jack was shorter than Logan and a lot stockier. He was muscular and had a shaved head. He reminded me more of an army man than anything else. His arms were covered in tattoos, and his stance screamed military. He stepped f

Bart didn’t owe him anything, least of all respect. “Fine. Fine. Don’t let your fur get too ruffled. It’s not a good look on you.” Bart couldn’t respond because the line went into a queue with that annoying auto-tuned music from days gone by. It was so bad that Bart couldn’t tell what the music had once been. Club music. It was a travesty at the best of times. “Bart. What in the world is going on over there? What’s this I heard of the local alpha going into fires to save humans? What are we now? Shape shifting superheroes?” His boss, picked up the call and demanded to know. So much for a friendly hello.

He paused and glared hard at me, trying to pry open my fingers on his torso. “Stop now, and tell me who he is?” I asked him calmly, suppressing my anger, and took a deep breath in the end. “Lauren’s first trainer, Vincent. Remember that military retire guy? He was the first one who tried to kill Lauren during a practice match.” Caellum yelled aloud. My blood went cold. How could I forget that person? Steve Rogers… A veteran and highly skilled in martial arts. Lauren was only seven at that time. I slowly moved my gaze to the person lying on the floor.