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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: 6
Words: 1068
Warnings: nothing
AN: Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays.

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Clint was sitting on his couch, staring at an application that he had grabbed from his desk on the way out of his base on a whim. Nibbling at his bottom lip, he wondered what he had been thinking on the way home. He knew he could have gone to college on scholarships that he could have claimed from his archery mastery, but he hadn’t wanted it then and he didn’t want it now. He knew that he would have ended up going to parties when he should have been studying and studying when he should be sleeping.

He had a hard-enough time not falling into shit like that even six months before he had graduated high school.

He had known when he had decided to jointhe military that it would be harder, but it was keeping him on track for his degree in sound engineering. And his base had the best teachers for that, along with a paycheck and future opportunities for the best of them. Both within the military and outside of it. And he was happy with it!

He really was.

Looking up, he smiled at his mother as she wiped her hands off on a towel. “Okay, love, what has you thinking so hard?” she asked. Clint sighed.

“There’s some new opportunities for me,” Clint admitted as he played with the application.

“You were offered a position on a team as a sniper?” Maria asked him, Clint nodding in agreement. “They know about your hearing issues yes?” she asked, noting that he had a new hearing aid in one ear.

“Yeah. Apparently, that Tony Stark guy learned that some of the military guys were dealing with hearing issues. Designed to be smaller and work better, I’m testing one of them now. A few other guys are testing them out in the field. So far it works,” Clint said, gently popping the hearing aid out and showing his mom. Instead of the huge battery that rested behind one ear, it was smaller, a smaller loop to hold it in place around the ear clear and soft. “But yeah, they know. They don’t mind. They’re working with integrating the communications units in with a working hearing aid for those who are worse than me. But for now I can use a normal unit in one ear and keep my hearing aid in the other.”

Maria hummed and looked at the application, reading over what they wanted from her son. “It looks as if for now you’ll be finishing your training with a team before starting in smaller runs over seas,” she read.

“Yep. They want to see if this line of work will agree with me. I’m not sure what to think. It means I’ll be killing people. I mean, I know Bucky Barnes was my hero when I was a kid instead of Captain America, but…” He sighed, running a hand over his face.

“You don’t know if you can kill another human being,” Maria guessed. Clint smiled at her. “Honey, it says that the first few missions will be milk runs to say the least. Just light weight, you’re hidden out of the way and staying safe, providing backup while the rest of your team goes in. You knew that joining would probably lead you to going overseas and killing a person in defense,” she said.

“Yeah, but this is…it’s just hitting me. I guess. Seeing Uncle Ro’ have that nightmare…” Clint groaned. “I never knew that he knew some of the Howling Commandos.”

“Your grandfather’s team did work with them on some concentration camp clear outs,” Maria mused. “So, it’s not surprising that your Uncle got to meet them,” she said. “I think your father still chats with some of their grandkids.”

“I didn’t know that,” Clint grunted, shaking his head. “I just wasn’t expecting to be tapped to be a sniper. Yeah, I’m good with aiming and dad made damn well and sure that I knew how to fire a gun from a young age, but…”

“But to be tapped? It’s a surprise, true, but they must have seen you working on your archery skills during free time,” Maria said.

Clint sighed. “Most likely. Think I should do this though? I mean really?” he asked, tapping the papers with a frown.

Maria smiled and patted his arm, standing up. “I think you should let it percolate for a few hours in the back of your head while you come help me make the bread for the New Year spread,” she told him. Clint sighed and shoved the papers back into their envelope, stashing the envelope in the one locked drawer that only his mom had.

With it locked up for the moment, he followed her with a smile, intent on making bread. When he had gotten home, she had already made the bread for Christmas dinner and wouldn’t let him help with making the cinnamon rolls, but he loved making fresh bread. Between the two of them, they had a steady production of bread, rolls, and other treats that would be set out later that night for the dinner feast.

Two hours in, his cousins, aunts, uncles, and father all tramped back in from their afternoon at the local park and in the snow. Maria tutted and had them all go pull off their wet shoes and jackets before going for showers. The smaller cousins were taken to the bigger bathroom and allowed to clean up while everyone else took short showers if they felt like it.

While they were showering, Clint and Aaron started to make fresh hot chocolate for the kids, coffee for those adults that liked it, and tea for the others. After a light lunch and their chocolate, the younger kids were all sent to take naps in the various beds while the adults all sat around and watched a movie.

Clint napped a little in a recliner but otherwise thought of what he was going to do with sniper training. By the time the kids were up and running around again, screaming happily while the adults watched them, he had made his decision and grabbed the paperwork, going to his room to fill it out.

With that done, he put it away into his duffle, returning to the party, laughing when his mother handed him a caramel glazed cinnamon roll along with a cup of mulled wine.
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