Jessica almost felt sorry for him. Maybe she would completely if he hadn’t of shot her. Osborn had done something to him, something that seemed almost familiar. She had seen this brand of crazy before, she would put good money on it. She just couldn’t place where. Probably because she had a squirming Barton in her hold, wanting her to kill him. Her day was just getting better by the second.
“You want me to what? Shoot you?” she snapped, still flooding him with fear. “Barton, we don’t get the easy way out. You should know that by now.” She released one fist from her hold on his shirt and blasted him in the face, this time not completely holding back. She couldn’t kill him, not if he still had a chance. Fury and SHIELD, heck even Banner, McCoy or Stark had to be able to so something. If not she would personally burn their fancy PHD’s in front of their faces.
Clint waited for her decision with bated breath while his mind was ravaged by the goblin’s menacing voice and his own conscience, both screaming at each other and tearing his sanity apart. ‘Fool! You’d rather die? You’re more of a coward than I thought, Barton.'No, this isn't cowardice. I have to—I don't want to hurt anybody else. Not the people I care about.' And on and on it went until Jessica's venom blast knocked him back to his senses.
Or rather, to near unconsciousness. The blast knocked him down. The direct impact to his head did the trick more easily than if she had hit him anywhere else, or if the goblin had been in control. His vision swam, his head pounded, and he swore he could hear his blood roaring in his ears. Jessica’s face came into view just as his vision tunnelled. “No…” he said groggily one last time before he sank gratefully back into the darkness.
The hope she had that he might come peacefully vanished. She finally cracked. Only so long could she put up with seeing him like this— him being like this. Whatever he now was. Did he seriously just talk like he was possessed? Not good. Clint was her friend, but there was no way she was going to play this game all night long. Time from Plan B.
His shoulder spread was a temptation. So were his words. Merely seconds after he finished his new spew of bullshit, she grabbed hold of him by his tee and pulled him to her. Spider enhancements meant she could lift tons, and in comparison Barton was a pebble. “Shut up!” she said, more a command if anything.
Now that he was in her grasp, she flooded him with pheromones. However this time they weren’t the nice kind. “You want me to hit you?” she snarled. “That what you want? I can do that all day, but I just don’t want to. I’m sure I can think of worse ways to hurt you.” She wanted to goad the fear in him. There was no idea how he would react to this, but right now she really hoped he was absolutely terrified of her.
Clint felt his airways constrict once more, and there was that smell again, something that he couldn’t possibly have picked up as Clint Barton, but the goblin could, and it did. It shrivelled and writhed inside of him and Clint mentally wrestled it down. Somehow whatever it was Jessica was doing to him, it was working to put the goblin down. Weaken its hold over him. But at the same time it was doing all kinds of funky things to his body.
Like suffocating him for instance.
"Jess… please…" he gasped out, but was cut shortly by a throaty laugh. "Nice try, Drew. But I call the shots here!" He snarled at her—no, not him, it was the goblin—but Clint pulled him back in time. "Jess, I—." His voice was broken, pleading. And suddenly he knew what he had to do. "Put me out of my misery." His eyes darted to where the gun lay on the floor. "Please."
“What the hell was that for?!” she shouted. She couldn’t believe it. What did he think this was? Some sort of training exercise? A sparing match? All Jess could think was that he seriously had some screws loose right now. “Barton you just shot me, punched me in the face and probably wanted to kill me a minute ago.” She watched him for a moment, taking in his new act. He didn’t even make a move to retaliate. Either he was just that good at acting, or he was Bipolar. Something along those lines.
“Look, as I said I’m taking you in,” she said as she grabbed his hand. If he didn’t want to come, she at least had the upper hand to try and knock him out before he went whacko again. ”I’m taking you back to SHIELD and Fury to sort out whatever is happening with you. Now since you seem to be having a moment of sanity, can you please just cooperate and so I can stop hitting you.”
The whole time she was talking, Clint had given her an incredulous stare. He knew what he had done, but it hadn’t felt like him at all. It wasn’t him who had ordered his fists to strike at Jessica. It wasn’t him who had pulled the trigger—although it was him who had forced himself to miss at the very last moment.
The moment she grabbed his hand, he retaliated immediately by jerking it out of her grasp. “No, no…” he said, his voice sounding confused. What are you splitting your head over, Barton? They’re not your friends anymore. It’s as simple as that. They want to use you.
“It’s too late, Drew,” he said with a dry and harsh laugh as he spread his arms, the thin fabric of his gray shirt stretching over the broad of his shoulders. “You can hit ‘im all you like. He’s beyond saving."
Headbutting is always a last resort in Jess’ eyes. Mainly because unless you are Thor with his super crazy density, the Hulk, or Tony in his suit, hitting another human skull hurts you and your victim. Now her head killed, but at least it had done the trick because Barton was feeling exactly the same, just also had the shock to go with it. As she felt him move off of her body, she scrambled to her feet. He looked different, acted different, but no. She wasn’t going to fall for it.
She approached him with a smile, friendly and tired. He was backing away, perhaps ashamed of what he had done, or just making an attempt to escape. Whatever it was, she didn’t care. “Me? Oh I little sore around the edges.” Her smile turned sour, and with one swift glowing visit, she punched him in the jaw, mirroring his own jab that resulted in the blood on his face. “Are you?”
Clint was more than relieved to see that smile on her face. There were traces of blood around the edges of her mouth but his reserve dropped. He was about to say that he was glad that he hadn’t hurt her all that badly when she gave him a blow to his own jaw. He reeled and coughed and spluttered.
"What the hell was that for?" he demanded with a hint of anger, bracing himself, for whenever his temper flared was when the goblin usually dared to climb out and bare its fangs to the world. But this time he could feel the goblin slipping away, but he wouldn’t hide for long, he feared. It was something that he hadn’t encountered throughout his self-imposed exile.
Whatever Clint had in him packed a punch, she could say that at least. But being spider-woman came with it’s perks. Like added durability. His punch hurt like hell, but she had been kicked around by worse and still walked out of there. She felt dazed and there was blood in her mouth, hopefully not from a broken tooth. She couldn’t stay down. She had to keep going.
Without any warning she spat it into his snarling face and gave him a bloody grin. Crude, Drew. Really now, that isn’t your style. “Oh honey you are going to have to do better than that.” He only one hand holding her down, a clumsy mistake. If she wanted him seriously hurt, he would probably be over the other side of the room right now, yet instead of throwing him off, her smirk widened as she pulled her hands sharply, jarring his hold on her and followed it up with a rather forcefully headbutt.
Shit, there was blood on his face, and it wasn’t his own. The splutter of blood hit him squarely between the eyes, disorienting him for a moment and giving Jessica just enough time to escape his hold. The next thing he knew, something hard and solid had made contact with his head. His ears rang and his vision swam for a few moments as he slid off her and groaned, squeezing his eyes shut as he did so to get his focus back.
When he next opened his eyes he felt the grip of the goblin had left him. Clint blinked and looked at Jessica like a man who had been trapped in a cave seeing the light of day for the first time. “Jessica—” his fingers touched the blood on his face. Her blood. “Jesus, I’m—” he got to his feet slowly and backed away. “Are you okay?”
The floor boards splintered as the pair crashed to the ground. This wasn’t Barton. Clint would be down by now. Any average human would be. Unless Steve or Nick had shared with Clint some sort of super serum, the archer had been altered by someone else. And she didn’t need three guesses to guess who.
“Someone gave you an upgrade?” she winced out, her hands trying to move free, her legs kicking at him to just get him off of her. “Normally, I could take you in seconds without a bow. That is your only useful aspect after all.” Now freed, her hands were around his neck, still glowing. “How about you eat it!” Innerly regretting what she now had to do, she tightened her grip and blasted him again.
He had put all his weight on her but somehow she managed to wriggle underneath him vigorously enough so that he didn’t manage to pin her hands down. Clumsy, clumsy, clumsy, the voice rasped in his ear that sounded eerily, this time, like his old mentor, the Swordsman. You really are good for nothing, Clint Barton. What a waste of space.
Before he knew it, Jessica had zapped him in the neck, causing him to let out a sharp, strangled yelp. His windpipe constricted in pain and his stomach turned violently but somehow he found the strength to grasp both her wrists and yank them away. The agony ended instantly but in its place was an anger he couldn’t control. He pinned her hands above her with one hand while the other curled into a fist. “This will put you down for good, you pesky spider!” he snarled maniacally and delivered a hard blow to her jaw.
Fuck! If Jessica didn’t spend most of her time dodging bullets for a living, then that would have seriously hurt. The lack of distance between them didn’t exactly give her enough time to react in the most prefect of ways and the pain now present at her side meant that she didn’t dodge it at all. A graze most likely, not a enough pain to have actually hit something vital but, fuck it hurt.
“Call yourself a master marksman? I can shoot better than that.” She was angry now, pissed beyond believe and he had a gun. Arrows are easier to dodge than bullets and that gun needed to be out of his grasp. But that would come after she hit him with something that hurt. She gave him a wicked smirk as her hands began to glow yellow. “Here look, I’ll show you” With that she raised her hands and fired a Venom Blast his way.
Shit, was all Clint could think of when he discovered that he had missed. How had he—how could he? “Jessica?” he said suddenly, the grip of the goblin loosened on him somewhat so that it left him a window of consciousness.
However it didn’t last long. Before he knew it, her hands had glowed and he knew what followed next. The goblin kicked in instantly, moments before her venom blast him squarely in the gut. It made him reel for just a few seconds. Normally it would be enough to knock Clint Barton out, but he wasn’t exactly him at the moment. “I’ll make you eat your own venom, Spider-woman.” He threw his weight at her and tackled her to the ground.
Someone had flipped the crazy switch on Clint Barton and Jess wasn’t sure how she could handle this. This was not as simple as it should have been. “Clint all we know about Osborn is what he has broadcasted on the TV. We will know if you tell us!” She gained he distance he had put between them, there was no way she was losing him.
God this was frustrating. This wasn’t going to end well and he wasn’t going to tell her anything. At all. The look in his eyes, the tone of his voice. Every instinct she had was telling her he was going to bolt, and that just wouldn’t be good. There was no way she was doing this again. With an almost bored sigh, she looked to her fist as he blabbered on about killing Osborn. Now would be the perfect time to smack him one, and that is what she did. Her fist met his face, and she really didn’t feel bad about it. “What did he turn you into then? Huh? You know I’m sick of the woe me bull crap. I’m here to help you, but with you acting like an asshole I’m really starting to not want to.”
Clint had forgotten how hard Jessica could actually hit. The impact registered only for a second, though, reminding him that his pain threshold had increased. “You hit like a girl, Drew,” he taunted as he got to advanced towards her. “Frankly, I’m disappointed.”
Normally he wouldn’t hit a woman, much less his own colleague, but he wasn’t in control now. Without any hint of reserve, he raised his gun at her and fired.