Fix Him

Title: Fix Him

Fandom: Avengers

Characters: Fury, Clint

Chapter: 21

Word Count: 1,553

AN: I'm finishing these off until after I finish posting Sing Me a Lullabye. :D Enjoy.

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Barton stared at the file that had been placed before him by Fury, who was smirking at him, eyes narrowed at it. “What exactly am I doing now?” he asked slowly, tapping his fingers on the chair arm, rather put off with the whole thing.

“We need you to go to a club and hunt for someone who has been hunting in our territory. I’m sure you’ve seen the reports about the males that have gone missing, only to turn up after they were tortured and dead on the news,” Fury stated, Barton nodding his head.

“Yeah. Coulson has been looking for more articles and news information about it. I think he’s also been tapping into the police computers to gather any information that wasn’t put out by the officers working the cases,” Barton replied, flipping open the file and finding several names that hadn’t been mentioned in the list. “What’s up with the other names? I don’t remember them.”

“We had our profiles create one for our target and Coulson found several cases that lead up to the newest cases, a sort of lead up for the torture and murders. Several of the males on the list are out of the comas and catatonic states that they had landed in but they don’t remember anything from what happened,” Fury stated, frowning heavily, his eye dark with anger. “It seems that the task force looking for this man has decided to keep their names out of the media to protect them but has interviewed them and documented their cases.”

“I see,” Barton said absently, eyebrows furrowed as he read over the information in the file, taking in the rather graphic pictures that had been added in. The males were on the pretty side, for the most part, lean and fit, no taller than six feet, and all of them were known to hit various clubs that catered to whoever needed a place to escape to. It had seem though that their escape had turned into a horror show. “What makes them the target for this guy though? That’s my question.”

Fury hummed and said, “Page five. They’re all cross dressers, either full time in their life or only when they go out to the clubs and the such.” Barton’s eyebrows rose at that piece of information about the victims. They had all different coloring for their eyes, hair and skin but he hadn’t expected that all of them were cross dressing males. It was rather interesting to learn that fact.

“So what am I supposed to do?” he asked, looking up from the case file with narrowed eyes, not trusting the smirk on Fury’s lips.

“You, Hawkeye, are to go to the provided hotel room with the provided clothes and take out this man, either killing him or capturing him so we can talk to him. We think he might have taken out a couple of our agents who do this for stress relief, but we’re not too sure since no one is able to find out anything at the moment,” Fury stated, getting a nod from Barton as he stood.

“Very well, I’ll go and get ready for this,” the archer replied, nodding his head once more before leaving the office, heading for a carrier to get to the Avengers Tower. Once he was there, he took the elevator down to his shared apartment and sighed as he closed the door behind him. Making some coffee, Barton was quick to head to his office, mind already swirling with thoughts of what he was going to have to do for the mission.

Locking the door behind him, Barton settled at his desk and stared to really read over the file, including the full profile that their people had worked up. The victims had been tortured for several days before they had died by someone who was very assured in himself but more than likely couldn’t find a normal bed partner who would play his games. He took sadism to the extreme, had probably been cast out of many a club and banned from ever having a partner like that. He was more than likely to be a large male, well over six feet tall himself, healthy and probably well known to work out often if not religiously.

Sighing, Barton sat back and moaned softly, rubbing at his face, already knowing just what was going to happen. He was going to be playing bait to a sociopath that had probably attacked and killed S.H.I.E.L.D. agents if what Fury had told him was true, not to mention the other victims that he had killed for his own sick and twisted pleasure. Though, who his handler and contact was for this mission, he didn’t quite know, making him frown heavily to himself.

A knock to his office door made him frown as he stood and opened it, finding Coulson standing there with a package that Barton had a feeling was his outfit for the mission. “I’m going to be your contact this mission. I hope you have your information already read over and memorized. I have to head out soon to get to the club that you’re hunting in. The file also has who we think it might be so you’re gonna want to read that before you head out to,” Coulson stated, making Barton groan.

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll have the information read before I catch a cab to the hotel, no worries. You know I do my job to the fullest extent,” Barton promised, taking the boxes with a nod of his head. Coulson smirked at him and nodded before heading off to the club to set up the back room that would be set up for him to watch over his agent.

The owner of the club hated the fact that some sociopathic psycho, as he called their target, was hunting in his clubs and wanted him gone for good.

Sighing softly, Barton packed up his bag, not even looking at the dress, the accessories and the shoes that went with the dress, and caught a cab down to the roach motel that had been chosen. Going to his room, he found a case that held the cell phone that he was to carry, his ear bud and his microphone, and a bag full of bathing supplies. Tossing the bag with his clothes on the bed, he grabbed the bathing supplies and headed into the bathroom to shower and shave all of the unneeded hair on his body, muttering about how Natasha was better suited to do bait and kill missions.

Once he was clean and dried, he walked out into the main room in his towel and grabbed his bag with a scowl to a well hidden camera as the phone rang.

“What?” Barton growled as he turned it onto the speaker, setting it on the counter once he walked into the bathroom once more.

“No need to get snippy,” Coulson chuckled over the line, smiling in the office as he watched the door close to the bathroom on the screen before him. Barton grunted softly and unzipped the bag, finding the dress and pulling it out with wide eyes.

“What the fuck?” he yelped, staring at the leather dress. He could already tell it would fit his body perfectly, hiding most of his muscles under long sleeves and rather soft leather fabric. All around, it was a type of dress that Natasha would wear to bait someone into making a stupid move.

“I choose that particular dress because I knew that it would fit you properly without any need to alter it should it come down to that. I also chose it because it fits the descriptions of what the previous victims were wearing,” Coulson stated, getting a sigh from Barton.

“They wore leather of some kind. Either the normal black leather you see, or softer types dyed in various shades. All in varying degrees of how much they wore,” the archer replied, quoting from what he could remember from the file.

“Exactly. This dress and the accessories work for this mission. Now get dressed. Remember the layout of the club and all exits if you need to make a fast get away?” Coulson asked as Barton started to dress in the dress and the accessories, taking his time in making sure that he got everything right, including the hair piece that came with it all.

“Yeah. Are the other’s set up already?” he asked, zipping the dress up and smoothing it down before moving out into the main bedroom with his shoes and phone in hand.

“Yes, they are. They’re waiting for any signal from us to move in if you need us to. Remember, I’m your friendly eye in the sky,” Coulson stated, getting an affirmative sound as Barton finished getting ready to head out.

Once he had finished dressing, including all of the small things that would keep track of him, Barton caught another cab to the club and paid his way in, ready to hunt down an idiot that was daring to go around and kill the innocent in such a dark way. He would have fun with this, no matter how much he still thought that the mission was something better suited to be done by Natasha.