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Clint
Clint held a quiet rage to him, almost vibrating with anger as he watched the TV in their hotel room. Some fool, some unnamed alpha was wearing his old suit and gallivanting about, giving his old alias a bad name. Aside from that fact, which was in itself making him want to rip someone apart, he was also remembering a time where he was Ronin. Where he did quite literally rip someone…multiple someone’s apart due to losing his family.
And now, he had his family back, they were in the hotel with him, watching the news, not knowing that it was him, that Ronin used to be him. And the fact that they were talking not so subtly about his acts did not quell the feelings swelling up inside of him.
Clint had to do something and it had to be after the children went to bed. They couldn’t have an inkling about what he was about to do. They could not know that he meant to beat the shit out of the alpha who had dared to put his suit on. Whoever they were, they would rue the day they ever laid eyes on the thing.
And then he was going to burn it and bury himself to the hilt in some Omega whore. Or the other way around. Either way he was going to be doing those two things and it would have to be tonight.
They were going home for Christmas and he could not jeopardise that.
Clint put on a strained smile as the kids stayed up late watching TV. He was there laughing along at all the right moments, but he wasn’t really there. In his mind he was planning his ambush and preparing for any scenario, mentally adding up how to go about catching his quarry.
Fists or bow and arrow were the choices he kept flitting between. The bow and arrow would be quick and painless yet he would not be able to feel the satisfaction of hitting them himself. And who was he to deny himself the pleasure of spanking the bastard as soon as stole the suit back from him. It was well within his right to and he would regret not being able to at least somewhat let out all the emotions the Ronin suit was bringing back to him. He would pull their trousers down wherever they stood and spank them there, in front of everyone, consequences and news stories coming out of it be damned. And he would enjoy it. Very much so.
However, if he just took his bow he could take them out silently, and he would be back on time for their flights, hell he’d probably be back before anyone noticed he’d left the hotel. A choice which would allow him more time with his family but less time extracting vengeance.
Choices, choices.
Clint sat there, for the two hours of the film they were watching, imagining all the ways in which the night would go.
Never once in all of his planning did he ever even consider that the perpetrator would be a female or a female omega to boot.
Dr Strange would cuss at him for it if he ever found out.