Henry Kills the MCU: part 2 (chapter 114)
The door swung open, revealing Clint Barton. His eyes widened in recognition, and a flash of panic crossed his features. Without hesitation, Clint lunged forward, his reflexes honed from years of combat. But Henry was faster. With a swift, precise movement, he struck Clint with a single, powerful punch. Clint staggered, his vision blurring as the world tilted around him, and he crumpled to the floor, unconscious.
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When Clint awoke, his head throbbed with pain, and his vision slowly came into focus. He found himself tied to a chair in the middle of the living room. His arms and legs were securely bound, the ropes digging into his skin. The room was dimly lit, the shadows deepening the sense of foreboding that hung in the air.
As his senses returned, Clint's heart sank at the sight before him. His wife, Laura, and their children were also tied up, their eyes wide with fear. Laura sat across from him, her face pale and drawn, while the children huddled together, tears streaming down their cheeks.
Henry stood in the center of the room, his presence commanding and cold. He held a blade in one hand, its edge glinting ominously in the dim light. He turned to face Clint, his expression inscrutable.
"Ah, Clint," Henry said with a chilling smile. "Good to see you're awake. We have some important decisions to make." Clint's voice was hoarse, a mix of anger and desperation. "Henry, please, don't hurt them. Whatever you want, take it out on me."
Henry chuckled softly, shaking his head. "You see, that's not how this works. I want you to feel the weight of your choices, to understand the consequences of your actions. This isn't about revenge; it's about teaching you a lesson." Henry walked over to the children, his gaze lingering on them with a disconcerting intensity. "You have such a lovely family, Clint. It's a shame they have to suffer because of your failures."
Clint strained against his bonds, his voice breaking with desperation. "Please, let them go! They have nothing to do with this!" Ignoring Clint's pleas, Henry continued, his tone conversational yet laced with malice. "I wonder, Clint, if you had to choose between them, who would you save? Your wife, or your children?"
Clint's heart wrenched at the question, the impossibility of it tearing him apart. He shook his head, his voice choked with emotion. "No, I can't... I won't choose."
Henry sighed, feigning disappointment. "Such a pity. But decisions must be made." He moved with a terrifying calmness, stepping behind Laura. The fear in her eyes was palpable, yet she held Clint's gaze, silently conveying her love and strength. "Stop it!" Clint screamed, his voice raw and filled with anguish. "I'm begging you!"
Henry paused, considering Clint's words, then shook his head slowly. "You should have thought about the consequences before crossing me." With a swift, brutal motion, Henry drew the blade across Laura's throat. She gasped, her eyes widening in shock as the life drained from her. Clint's scream echoed through the cabin, a sound of pure torment and despair.
Henry watched impassively as Clint's world shattered. He then turned his attention to the children, who were trembling in their bonds. Clint's pleas became incoherent sobs as he struggled helplessly against the ropes. "Please, no, please... don't do this," Clint begged, tears streaming down his face. Henry moved methodically, his actions precise and calculated. The children whimpered, their small bodies shaking with fear.
Henry knelt down beside them, speaking softly. "Your father had the chance to make things right, to keep you safe. But he failed." With each life he took, Henry's expression remained unchanged, devoid of empathy or remorse. Clint's cries filled the room, each one a testament to his agony.
When it was done, Henry rose to his feet, surveying the devastation he had wrought. The cabin, once a haven of love and warmth, was now a tomb of silence and loss. Clint slumped forward in his chair, his spirit broken, his heart shattered beyond repair. The world he had fought so hard to protect was gone, and he was left with nothing but the echoes of his own grief.
Henry looked down at him, his eyes cold and unyielding. "Remember this moment, Clint. Remember, all debt have to be paid back"
As Henry stepped outside the cabin, he paused in thought, reconsidering his previous actions. He turned back to look at the structure, silhouetted against the evening sky. A cold, calculated decision crossed his mind, and he raised his hand, conjuring flames that engulfed the cabin in a sudden, voracious blaze. The fire roared to life, devouring the wooden structure with relentless ferocity.
The heat washed over Henry, but he remained unaffected, watching the inferno consume Clint's home with impassive detachment. Inside, the last vestiges of Clint Barton's life were reduced to ashes. The flames reflected in Henry's eyes as he turned away, leaving behind a smoldering ruin, ensuring that there would be no chance for Clint to cling to memories or a home. "yeah no," Henry mused to himself with a chilling casualness. "I don't want to deal with a man who lost everything."
He strode away into the woods, each step purposeful, as he contemplated his next move. His mind drifted to his next target, "Sam Wilson, was it?" he thought, a hint of indifference in his voice. The thought was enough to stir him into action, and with a surge of magical energy, he disappeared into the night.
-Scene Change-
Sam Wilson, known to the world as the Falcon, stirred awake in a darkened room. The air was heavy with a sense of foreboding, and his head throbbed with a dull ache. As his vision cleared, he quickly realized that he was strapped into his own winged exosuit.
Panic set in as he assessed his surroundings, his heart pounding in his chest. Before him, a horrifying sight met his eyes—his sister, Sarah Wilson, and her two young sons were strapped to an F-2 jet. Their expressions were filled with fear, their bodies immobilized by thick restraints.
"Sarah!" Sam's voice was hoarse, a mix of desperation and fury. He struggled against the bonds that held him, but the restraints were unyielding. A shadow shifted in the dimly lit room, revealing Henry standing nearby. His presence was calm, almost casual, as he observed Sam's awakening. "Good, you're awake," Henry said, his tone devoid of emotion. "I wanted you to see this." "What the hell is this?" Sam demanded, his voice edged with anger and fear. "Let them go!"
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A/N to be honest, I didn't want to include the death of the children but I really, really wanted to convey Henry's anger but I still couldn't get into graphic details so, yeah, he killed children and yeah, he is despicable evil.