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Changing Lives	By : Strailo Category: Marvel Verse Movies > Avengers, The Views: 1441 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Avengers, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Title: Changing Lives
Fandom: Avengers
Pairing: Phil/Clint
Chapter: 4
Words: 1745
Warnings: nothing, talk of death
AN: I am tired, but here is the next chapter. I’m hoping to get back to a normal schedule now that Thanksgiving is done. Enjoy.

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He had just finished his apprenticeship when the news that his uncle had died during a training trip with a small group of snipers came to them. When he arrived home that morning, he found his mother crying and writing a list of things that needed to happen. His father talked with a man from the Army about when his uncle’s body would be returned to the family.

“Mom?” he called, pulling his bag off his shoulder and dropping it onto a chair in the living room. The man winced and smiled sadly at Clint before nodding.

“I’ll call you tomorrow once I have all of the information,” he promised. Nodding to Clint again, he pulled on his cap and left with his briefcase, leaving Clint to stare at him before looking at his father with a curious, worried look on his face.

“Clint, you might want to sit down,” his father said. Sitting down, Clint received the news that rocked his world and made him truly think about life and what he wanted to do in the long run with his life.

The funeral was planned by his mother with the help of his uncle’s partner from his years as a sniper, giving him a full military send off. Clint was the one to receive the flag as his uncle’s only heir, the man not having any love that he could acknowledge due to the Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell bullshit that the military had.

Staring at the flag and holding the letter in his hands, Clint let out a slow breath as he rubbed at his face. His uncle had admitted that he knew a mutant, one who couldn’t see but could See things. She had told him that Clint would help change the world. Would find friends and love and happiness in a world of Shadows, fighting against the Evil of the worlds.

But he had to make a decision, figure out what he wanted to do with his life. He was at a split in the path of his life. Standing up, he found his computer and started to do some research, biting at his bottom lip in thought. There was a lot of information that he read over before he made an appointment at a local recruitment office.

Standing up, he talked with his parents about wanting to join the Army on a sniper path with a nursing side. Aaron and Marie shared a look before smiling at each other. Aaron’s brother, Clint’s uncle, had told them the exact details on what their child could do with his life should he chose to go into the military.

Agreeing that they would help him, the three gathered his college transcripts from the first semester and set it up so that he could finish off his summer classes without any issues from the college. He then took some of his college trust fund to invest in CD’s that would put the interest into his fund.

In just three months, he was signed up to start in September with the chance to go home for Christmas since he was specializing as a sniper with his nursing continuing. His uncle had apparently talked up his nephew long before Clint had even thought of joining the military.

He most likely wouldn’t leave the United States after his first six months but there was also a chance that he would. He knew that there was a chance of him coming back broken in some way from his time as a part of the military. Mental or physical, there was that chance.

He still felt that it was the right thing to do.

As soon as he finished his classes, he took those credits and transferred them getting the final official copies of his school records, both high school and college. He hid copies of them in various places for future use. His parents knew where he had them, along with copies of his birth certificate, social security information and bank statements for the last four, going on five, years.

With his information gathered, he left home and headed to his base camp for training. He had known that it would be hard, but he found that it was a lot like the time he spent training with his archery team. And his coach had been brutal in them keeping up with their physical fitness. He was just glad that he had carried on that need to stay fit and in the right shape for using a bow even after her graduated.

He made friends in his division, especially a guy named Myers who was looking towards finishing up his time in the military in four years with a degree. He already had a therapist who specialized in soldiers to keep himself somewhat balanced, the military willing to pay for him to see her when he had to. She had a contract with the government and was paid well to keep secrets.

Clint signed up with her for preventative therapy. He was thankful for he had done it a month into his training. He discovered that with her help, his patience was getting better, his thought process smoothing out and settling in. He also found that he was able to get over his uncle’s death and the fact that the man had never been able to be himself. Not really.

He didn’t tell her about his uncle and his sexuality, but she had just given him a small smile of knowledge and hadn’t said a thing about it after wards.

When he went home for the holidays, he arrived that Christmas morning around four. By the silence of the house, outside of the snores of multiple people, his mother still hadn’t woken up. But his cousins, all of them a lot younger then him, had all piled up in the living room with old holiday movies on repeat playing quietly on the TV. Smiling and pulling off his boots after closing the door, he put his duffle bag down and walked around his cousins, smoothing hair down and pulling blankets up.

With that done, he stroked the banked fire in the large fireplace under the TV back to life, making sure the grate was pulled closed. That done, he headed into the kitchen to start the five pots of coffee that would do to give the coffee drinkers in the family their first cup. He had been traveling with Myers for the last two days when their plane got snowed in and he had called them to tell them that he would be a day late.

When Myers had offered to drop him off if he didn’t mind switching off driving for two days with a short stop at a hotel for some quick food and a shower three hours before he had arrived, he had taken it.

Humming softly, he turned on the radio that his dad kept in the kitchen and turned it down so that the Christmas music wouldn’t disturb anyone while he was setting up the coffee. Singing to Jingle Bell Rock as he started to dig around in the rather full refrigerator for the start of Christmas breakfast, knowing that his mom would be waking up soon, he missed the fact that she was standing in the doorway of the kitchen, staring at him as he laid out eggs, butter, and various other things.

“Oh, Clint, baby,” she breathed once he had put the eggs down and grabbed a loaf of fresh-made bread. Spinning around, he beamed at his mother and put the loaf of bread down, walking over and picking her up into a hug.

“Mom,” he sighed, putting her onto the ground again, the two clinging to each other, nearly crying at the fact that he was finally home. “Merry Christmas.”

“I thought that you would have been home tomorrow,” she said, sniffing softly as she finally pulling away, noticing that he was wearing civilian clothing.

“I would have been, but a friend and fellow trainee got a car. We got either the option to get a car, a refund, or a new flight and I was going to get a new flight, but Myers said if I got the refund and put gas in the car, he’d go for the truck. So that’s what we did. Drove here the last couple of days,” he told her.

Marie sniffed and pressed a kiss to his cheek before looking over him. “Go on up to your room and get a shower, sweety. Then wake your father, would you? I’ll get the bread sliced up,” she promised, getting a bright smile from him.

Giving her another kiss, Clint headed up to his room for a shower, carrying his pack up the stairs along with his shoes. Stepping into his room, he breathed in deeply and smiled at the fact that his parents had burnt some incense for him and changed blankets out. His cousin that he was closest to was knocked out on a blowup bed in one corner, snoring and drooling all over his own pillow.

Shaking his head, Clint put his bag onhis bed, found a new pair of jeans and a sweater that his mom had bought him back in September before he had left for basic training. He had worn it soft in the last few months and loved the color of it so wanted to wear it once more. Going into his attached bathroom, he closed the door and flipped on the light before taking a very hot shower.

After he was done, he walked out and smiled at his cousin who just gazed sleepily at him, blinking a few times before a broad grin spread over his face.

“Hey, brat,” he greeted.

Mark chuckled and ducked his head. “Hey there, Army Boy. Welcome back,” he teased.

Clint chuckled. “Thanks. Come on. I’m gonna make hot chocolate for everyone. The good old-fashioned way and everything,” he teased. Mark scrambled out of bed and ran for the bathroom to brush his teeth and get dressed.

Shaking his head, Clint headed down the stairs and right into hugs from his various aunts, uncles, cousins, and grandparents. He was so happy to be home even knowing that the path that he had started down had been the start of a hard one.

He knew that he would always have his family there waiting for him to come home after all.
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