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Bingo Again

Another Bingo card done. Only 793 words this time... Angst warning instead of sex warnings. Oh... CANON CHARACTER DEATH


fandom Avengers (post movie)
pairings Clint/Phil (past), Clint/Bruce
author notes to be read in the following order

Title Adrift
promptLost
word count 100

He could come up with lots of cliches to describe how he felt. A ship without its rudder. Adrift without his anchor. But in reality. He was just lost without Phil. Without his home. The place where he and Phil lived, loved, laughed together, was destroyed. One of those Chitauri beasts landed on it. He helped clean the rubble, he found bits and pieces of their life, an odd photograph, a Captain America collectable. A fucking suit. Phil's favourite.

Sitting down on the bench, he rested his elbows on his knees, head in his hands and cried. He'd lost everything.

title Alone
prompt isolation
word count 150 words

SHIELD cut him out, locked him up left him alone with his grief and guilt until it ate at him and he was ready to go out of his mind. And he wasn't sure if he hadn't by the time the doors were opened and Tony and Natasha stood there.

Tony got him out with who knows what kind of threats. Gave him a home at the tower. But it didn't change anything. Not really. Tasha was his friend, the rest of them he barely knew beyond the files he'd read over and over with Phil. And even though they tried to make him welcome, but it didn't change the fact he felt so alone and no one knew about his grief.

Not until Bruce came to talk to him, listened to him pour out his feelings, or just sat with him so he didn't feel so alone and isolated.


title That's Blackmail
prompt blackmail
word count 143

"Tell him."

"No."

"Tell him or I will."

"Damnit, Tasha, mind your own business."

"You are my business. Tell him."

"How did I become your business?"

"Coulson left me you in his will."

"Fuck you!"

"Not a chance. Now tell him how you feel about him or I will."

"No. He's my friend. I don't want to mess that up."

"You won't Clint, trust me."

"How do you know that?"

"Because Bruce is my friend too and I see things, I know things. Now are you going to tell him how you feel or do I have to?"

"Damit Tasha, can't you leave well enough alone. I can lose him Tasha, he was the only one who could keep me together after New York, after Coulson. I can't lose his friendship."

"You won't. You have three days, or I'm telling him."

"Damn you..."


title Fear
prompt rejection
word count 400

Clint stood outside Bruce's door. He couldn't believe he was succumbing to Tasha's blackmail. Where he always just came and went from Bruce's suite, now he was nervous to knock on the door. He couldn't believe he was afraid of being rejected by the one person who took the time to put him back together after what Loki did to him and Phil's death.

Taking a deep breath, he knocked and waited.

"Clint? Come in. You know you don't have to knock."

"Can we talk?" Clint asked, brushing against Bruce as he walked in.

"Of course."

Clint headed through Bruce's suite to the large picture windows that over looked Central Park. He really had no idea what he was going to say or even how to say it, he just knew his deadline was coming closer and his fear of Bruce rejecting him growing with every minute that passed.

"Clint?"

"I have to... Need to... Damit... Bruce, I..."

"Clint?"

With Bruce standing a foot away from him looking at him with a worried expression, he still couldn't say the words. So he did the only other thing he could. He reached out to touch Bruce's cheek and leaned in to kiss him. When he felt Bruce's hands on his chest he expected to be pushed away. He didn't expected those hands to curl in his shirt and pull him closer.

"Bruce?" He asked pulling back slightly. He was really confused and it must have shown on his face because he felt Bruce cup his cheek, using his thumb to caress along his jaw.

"Yes Clint. I feel the same way. I was afraid you'd never get to the point where you could care for me too."

"I have. For a while. I was afraid of you rejecting me because I was so messed up."

"Never. Now let's go sit down before you have a heart attack from nerves."

He let Bruce guide him to the sofa and push him down. He watched as Bruce knelt down and pulled his shoes off before sitting next to him and pulling him into his arms. For the first time in a very long time, he felt whole again. Like he really could go on and live again without worrying about whether he'd be rejected. He still missed Phil and probably always would, but the empty space inside was slowly being filled by Bruce.

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