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Jason Todd x Avengers Crossover

It wasn’t a secret that Jason isn’t the easiest person to get along with. It was why so many people in the Justice League kept him at arms length until they needed him. So imagine Jason’s surprise when he manages to find a family in the avengers.

or: that one time Jason decided to be a decent human being and helped someone fight off a bunch of ninjas.

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Ao3 // Wattpad

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Unexpected (part 1)

Today was the day that Jason decided that he hated ninjas.

It doesn’t matter how cool their tricks are, he’s seen better by now. Hell, he could probably do better.

Jason was on his way back to Gotham. He had a mission in New York that included finishing off a rapist.

The guy wasn’t dead, but Jason made sure that he would never be able to rape another child again. He also made sure that the guy couldn’t ever walk again.

All in all, he was pretty satisfied with his work. Especially due to the circumstances.

Jason made an agreement with Batman a while ago that as long as he doesn’t kill in Bruce’s territory, he would still be allowed to patrol in Crime Alley.

So he doesn’t kill in Gotham anymore and Jason doesn’t try to make it a habit to kill out of Gotham either.

The bats would find out and frankly, Jason wasn’t in the mood to get beaten up again.

He still remembers the day he shot Penguin like it was yesterday. The fists continuously pounding against his skull as he let Batman drag him across the rooftop, too lost in the thoughts of Artemis and Bizarro disappearing.

When he glanced up, he could see everything in slow motion. He saw how Batman wasn’t pulling his fists, hitting Jason so hard that he was surprised he wasn’t already dead.

It was only because of Roy that Jason was still breathing. Without Roy, Jason doesn’t know where he would be right now.

It was Roy that held Jason when he dreamt of the Joker and crowbars. When he dreamt of Batman choosing the clown over him. When he dreamt and sometimes even felt the batarang slicing his throat open once more.

And more often than not, he dreamt of Batman’s hateful gaze as he continued to beat Jason— his son!- up for shooting a blank, talking about how he never should’ve given Jason another chance.

How he never should’ve taken Jason in.

But of course, the moment he returns to Gotham, Bruce demands for his help on a mission.

Jason couldn’t decline. He could argue with Batman, fight him even— but not Bruce. Never Bruce.

The mission was a success and everyone went on their separate ways. Meaning that the bats went back to the cave and Jason went to his nearest safe house, left to tend for his own wounds.

It was like nothing ever changed.

Like last time, it didn’t take long for Jason to get overwhelmed.

His missions with the bats began to happen more often and they were beginning to prod into his personal life.

Jason’s been switching his route every day for the past few months, hoping that no one would follow him back to any of his safe houses.

The last thing he needed was for them to find something personal and use it against him.

More than once, Jason could see his eyes flashing green. His head yelling at him, the voices getting louder as they urged him to kill Batman.

Jason needed to leave. He couldn’t lose control of the rage again. He doesn’t think he can handle the guilt this time.

It was pure luck that he heard that Arthuro Strump was on his way to New York, hoping to leave Gotham before karma caught up to him.

It gave Jason an excuse to leave the city, get his mind off of things, and give that scum what he deserved.

Arthuro decided to take advantage of twenty-seven kids from Crime Alley, thinking that no one would notice them since they were nothing but runaways.

But Red Hood noticed. And he would always notice, especially when a mixture of both boys and girls missed their weekly check-in with him.

With the bodies continuously piling up in the Alley, it didn’t take a genius to figure out what had happened.

Jason promised that he would protect Crime Alley, and unlike others, he doesn’t break any of the promises he’s made.

Which is why Jason doesn’t know why he decided to help this dude fight off a bunch of ninjas.

He aimed his gun towards the leg of one of the men and fired, successfully taking out the last ninja.

Jason spun his guns around his hands before putting them back to the holsters. He turned to face the archer, “First time being chased by ninjas?” he asked, tilting his head.

“I wish.” the archer scoffed, “You’d think they’d have given up by now.”

Jason laughed, “What can I say, they’re motivated.”

The guy smirked, “Must be the paycheck.” The blonde held his hand out for a fist bump, “I’m Clint.”

He returned it, “Jason.”

They talked for a few minutes and he had to admit that it felt nice talking to another vigilante that didn’t act like Jason was a psychotic murder.

When Clint finished tying up the last ninja, his rant about someone eating the last pop tart ended as well.

Jason held out his hand to pull up the Avenger.

“So, where’d you learn how to fight?” Clint asked, patting dirt off of himself. “Not anyone can use guns the way you do and not accidentally kill a person or two.”

For some reason, Jason felt his face heat up. He couldn’t help but feel grateful for his helmet at times like this.

“I happen to have very good aim.”

“You don’t say.”

Jason couldn’t help but roll his eyes, “I’ve had a lot of teachers,” he admitted. “I can’t even remember half of them.”

And Jason didn’t want to either.

Over half of the teachers Jason had during his time with Talia were dead. He killed them.

Jason didn’t regret it one bit.

He did miss Ducra though. That old woman taught him so much in those few months.

Jason wouldn’t be the person he is today without her.

Clint gave him an understanding look and to Jason’s surprise, he didn’t pressure him to talk about it. Instead, he reached onto one of his pockets and gave Jason a business card.

“You helped me, so it’s only fair that I can help if you ever need it,” Clint answered when Jason gave him a questioning look. “You can text me whenever though. I have some friends that’ll love to meet you.”

“Thanks,” Jason took the card. “So do the Avengers just hand out business cards with their personal number on it whenever someone decides to be nice?”

Clint laughed and shook his head, “No, we just give them to the people we like.”

Under his helmet, Jason flushed harder. No one ever said that they liked or even enjoyed his company.

“Thank you.”

Clint gave him a salute before running towards the jet in front of them, “You’re welcome. Text me soon!”

Jason’s tongue couldn’t form sentences properly so he nodded.

The Avengers were not as bad as Batman made them out to be. But then again, no one ever was.

Jason should know by now that he shouldn’t trust Batman as much as he does. Especially when he opens his mouth and slanders people like Tim drinking his eighth cup of coffee. But it’s hard.

When he asked Talia about it, she said that it’s like a bad habit.

Something that you know you should stop doing but you just can’t. It’s a lack of self-control.

At least he has something to brag about when he meets up with Roy. He knows that the red-head looked up to Hawkeye.

If Jason decides to text the man, maybe he can arrange for them to meet up.

Or maybe not.

Jason might’ve felt overwhelmed by the bats but they were still his family. No matter what the green in his head whispered.

And even then, at least Jason knows that they still considered him worth keeping. Even if it was only for missions.

Plus, if anyone found out that Jason became -friends- acquainted with an Avenger, they would cast him out again.

He couldn’t risk that. Not again.

Jason should crumple the card and throw it away. He should burn it and let the evidence fly away.

But Clint was so easy to talk to. He didn’t judge Jason. And Jason didn’t feel like he had to put up an act around him.

Jason didn’t have to play the act of the brash, arrogant, impulsive vigilante.

He was just Jason.

Before he could change his mind, Jason saved the number on his personal phone— the one Roy made- with the contact on a hawk and an arrow.

Jason didn’t have to text the man. But it was nice having another number on the device that wasn’t Roy or Kori.

The bats didn’t need to know about the meetup. If Jason was good at one thing, it was keeping secrets.

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Note:

guess who finally decided to write the jason todd x avengers crossover that’s been on her mind for weeks now.

me.

this chapter is short but it was required so that I could properly set up the next chapters. I have so many ideas for this and I can’t wait to start writing for this fanfic.

school is coming up next week though so I don’t know how frequently I can update but hopefully I’ll be able to post the chapters somewhat frequently.

I’m gonna be a sophomore in high school so wish me luck. Especially since I have no idea what I’m doing.

please, please, please, leave a comment. i love reading them and they’re an amazing tool of motivation for me when I feel like not writing. and if you don’t wanna leave a comment, that’s fine. hit that kudos button though. (i felt like a whole youtuber typing that out.)

and if you just wanna chat or if you want to request any ideas, message me on my tumblr. i would love to talk to you!

Jason Todd x Avengers Crossover

It wasn’t a secret that Jason isn’t the easiest person to get along with. It was why so many people in the Justice League kept him at arms length until they needed him. So imagine Jason’s surprise when he manages to find a family in the avengers.

or: that one time Jason decided to be a decent human being and helped someone fight off a bunch of ninjas.

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Ao3 // Wattpad

next

Unexpected (part 1)

Today was the day that Jason decided that he hated ninjas.

It doesn’t matter how cool their tricks are, he’s seen better by now. Hell, he could probably do better.

Jason was on his way back to Gotham. He had a mission in New York that included finishing off a rapist.

The guy wasn’t dead, but Jason made sure that he would never be able to rape another child again. He also made sure that the guy couldn’t ever walk again.

All in all, he was pretty satisfied with his work. Especially due to the circumstances.

Jason made an agreement with Batman a while ago that as long as he doesn’t kill in Bruce’s territory, he would still be allowed to patrol in Crime Alley.

So he doesn’t kill in Gotham anymore and Jason doesn’t try to make it a habit to kill out of Gotham either.

The bats would find out and frankly, Jason wasn’t in the mood to get beaten up again.

He still remembers the day he shot Penguin like it was yesterday. The fists continuously pounding against his skull as he let Batman drag him across the rooftop, too lost in the thoughts of Artemis and Bizarro disappearing.

When he glanced up, he could see everything in slow motion. He saw how Batman wasn’t pulling his fists, hitting Jason so hard that he was surprised he wasn’t already dead.

It was only because of Roy that Jason was still breathing. Without Roy, Jason doesn’t know where he would be right now.

It was Roy that held Jason when he dreamt of the Joker and crowbars. When he dreamt of Batman choosing the clown over him. When he dreamt and sometimes even felt the batarang slicing his throat open once more.

And more often than not, he dreamt of Batman’s hateful gaze as he continued to beat Jason— his son!- up for shooting a blank, talking about how he never should’ve given Jason another chance.

How he never should’ve taken Jason in.

But of course, the moment he returns to Gotham, Bruce demands for his help on a mission.

Jason couldn’t decline. He could argue with Batman, fight him even— but not Bruce. Never Bruce.

The mission was a success and everyone went on their separate ways. Meaning that the bats went back to the cave and Jason went to his nearest safe house, left to tend for his own wounds.

It was like nothing ever changed.

Like last time, it didn’t take long for Jason to get overwhelmed.

His missions with the bats began to happen more often and they were beginning to prod into his personal life.

Jason’s been switching his route every day for the past few months, hoping that no one would follow him back to any of his safe houses.

The last thing he needed was for them to find something personal and use it against him.

More than once, Jason could see his eyes flashing green. His head yelling at him, the voices getting louder as they urged him to kill Batman.

Jason needed to leave. He couldn’t lose control of the rage again. He doesn’t think he can handle the guilt this time.

It was pure luck that he heard that Arthuro Strump was on his way to New York, hoping to leave Gotham before karma caught up to him.

It gave Jason an excuse to leave the city, get his mind off of things, and give that scum what he deserved.

Arthuro decided to take advantage of twenty-seven kids from Crime Alley, thinking that no one would notice them since they were nothing but runaways.

But Red Hood noticed. And he would always notice, especially when a mixture of both boys and girls missed their weekly check-in with him.

With the bodies continuously piling up in the Alley, it didn’t take a genius to figure out what had happened.

Jason promised that he would protect Crime Alley, and unlike others, he doesn’t break any of the promises he’s made.

Which is why Jason doesn’t know why he decided to help this dude fight off a bunch of ninjas.

He aimed his gun towards the leg of one of the men and fired, successfully taking out the last ninja.

Jason spun his guns around his hands before putting them back to the holsters. He turned to face the archer, “First time being chased by ninjas?” he asked, tilting his head.

“I wish.” the archer scoffed, “You’d think they’d have given up by now.”

Jason laughed, “What can I say, they’re motivated.”

The guy smirked, “Must be the paycheck.” The blonde held his hand out for a fist bump, “I’m Clint.”

He returned it, “Jason.”

They talked for a few minutes and he had to admit that it felt nice talking to another vigilante that didn’t act like Jason was a psychotic murder.

When Clint finished tying up the last ninja, his rant about someone eating the last pop tart ended as well.

Jason held out his hand to pull up the Avenger.

“So, where’d you learn how to fight?” Clint asked, patting dirt off of himself. “Not anyone can use guns the way you do and not accidentally kill a person or two.”

For some reason, Jason felt his face heat up. He couldn’t help but feel grateful for his helmet at times like this.

“I happen to have very good aim.”

“You don’t say.”

Jason couldn’t help but roll his eyes, “I’ve had a lot of teachers,” he admitted. “I can’t even remember half of them.”

And Jason didn’t want to either.

Over half of the teachers Jason had during his time with Talia were dead. He killed them.

Jason didn’t regret it one bit.

He did miss Ducra though. That old woman taught him so much in those few months.

Jason wouldn’t be the person he is today without her.

Clint gave him an understanding look and to Jason’s surprise, he didn’t pressure him to talk about it. Instead, he reached onto one of his pockets and gave Jason a business card.

“You helped me, so it’s only fair that I can help if you ever need it,” Clint answered when Jason gave him a questioning look. “You can text me whenever though. I have some friends that’ll love to meet you.”

“Thanks,” Jason took the card. “So do the Avengers just hand out business cards with their personal number on it whenever someone decides to be nice?”

Clint laughed and shook his head, “No, we just give them to the people we like.”

Under his helmet, Jason flushed harder. No one ever said that they liked or even enjoyed his company.

“Thank you.”

Clint gave him a salute before running towards the jet in front of them, “You’re welcome. Text me soon!”

Jason’s tongue couldn’t form sentences properly so he nodded.

The Avengers were not as bad as Batman made them out to be. But then again, no one ever was.

Jason should know by now that he shouldn’t trust Batman as much as he does. Especially when he opens his mouth and slanders people like Tim drinking his eighth cup of coffee. But it’s hard.

When he asked Talia about it, she said that it’s like a bad habit.

Something that you know you should stop doing but you just can’t. It’s a lack of self-control.

At least he has something to brag about when he meets up with Roy. He knows that the red-head looked up to Hawkeye.

If Jason decides to text the man, maybe he can arrange for them to meet up.

Or maybe not.

Jason might’ve felt overwhelmed by the bats but they were still his family. No matter what the green in his head whispered.

And even then, at least Jason knows that they still considered him worth keeping. Even if it was only for missions.

Plus, if anyone found out that Jason became -friends- acquainted with an Avenger, they would cast him out again.

He couldn’t risk that. Not again.

Jason should crumple the card and throw it away. He should burn it and let the evidence fly away.

But Clint was so easy to talk to. He didn’t judge Jason. And Jason didn’t feel like he had to put up an act around him.

Jason didn’t have to play the act of the brash, arrogant, impulsive vigilante.

He was just Jason.

Before he could change his mind, Jason saved the number on his personal phone— the one Roy made- with the contact on a hawk and an arrow.

Jason didn’t have to text the man. But it was nice having another number on the device that wasn’t Roy or Kori.

The bats didn’t need to know about the meetup. If Jason was good at one thing, it was keeping secrets.

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Note:

guess who finally decided to write the jason todd x avengers crossover that’s been on her mind for weeks now.

me.

this chapter is short but it was required so that I could properly set up the next chapters. I have so many ideas for this and I can’t wait to start writing for this fanfic.

school is coming up next week though so I don’t know how frequently I can update but hopefully I’ll be able to post the chapters somewhat frequently.

I’m gonna be a sophomore in high school so wish me luck. Especially since I have no idea what I’m doing.

please, please, please, leave a comment. i love reading them and they’re an amazing tool of motivation for me when I feel like not writing. and if you don’t wanna leave a comment, that’s fine. hit that kudos button though. (i felt like a whole youtuber typing that out.)

and if you just wanna chat or if you want to request any ideas, message me on my tumblr. i would love to talk to you!

what would you guys like to see in my Jason Todd x Avengers crossover??

what would you guys like to see in my Jason Todd x Avengers crossover??

Jason Todd x Avengers Crossover

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Ao3 // Wattpad

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Unexpected (part 2)

Two days have passed since Clint was saved by Jason. And for some reason, he still can't get the vigilante out of his mind.

Natasha teased him about it but he knows that if she sees Jason in action, she would be intrigued as well.

The way he fought was mesmerizing. Every bullet that was shot was so precisely aimed that the wounds weren't deadly.

Sure it knocked them out, but they weren't gonna die.

That form of marksmanship was only earned through years of hard work. And Clint's worked with Bucky enough times to know that Jason somehow predicted the next move of the attackers, aiming at the non-lethal body parts.

He has a feeling that Bucky and Jason would make an incredible duo.

Which is why he needs them to meet.

Clint doesn't usually do this but the more he thought about the bucket-wearing vigilante, the higher his list of questions got.

He took out his phone, leaning against the couch as he searched for the man that saved him.

vigilante wearing red bucket

He scrolled through google trying to find a decent article on the guy.

After thirty whole minutes of barely finding information, Clint wanted to throw his phone across the room. So far, all he's figured out was that Jason's territory was in Gotham and that his vigilante name is 'Red Hood'.

Which was... creative in a way?

At least it wasn't 'Red Bucket' or 'Bucket Head' or anything like that. It was definitely better than 'Green Arrow'.

After another failed search, he decided to finally give up. There was nothing about Red Hood. All the articles were mainly about Batman, Nightwing, a restaurant place, and a Robin!

He groaned and put his face in his hands. He doesn't care about those overrated heroes, he wants to find out more about Red Hood.

The guy was so cool... he wonders why there were barely any pieces written about him. The few sentences that he's read about the vigilante almost always depicted him in a bad light.

Which was honestly unfair.

He stared at his phone, contemplating on whether or not he should ask Natasha.

On the positive side, he knows that the assassin would have information on Red Hood. Natasha has information on everyone.

But...

Clint didn't want Natasha to tease him even more! If she keeps up with the sarcastic comments then the other Avengers would be curious. And curious Avengers meant nosy people.

He felt himself shiver, really nosy people.

He swears that if he had a sister— older or younger, they would act exactly like how Natasha was acting right now.

He could practically imagine the smirk she was wearing on her face when she picked up.

"Hey, Clint." she casually greeted, "How are you?"

He refrained from gritting his teeth, "I'm doing good." he paused, eyes closing as he took a breath in, this hurt to admit. "I need your help."

"I know."

"What do you know about the Red Hood?"

"The Red Hood?" she hummed under her breath, "Let's see."

Clint heard her moving things around, then he could distinctly hear the noise of paper being flipped. "Do you just have documents of random vigilantes lying around your room?" he couldn't help but ask. "Is this an assassin thing?"

Does Bucky do this too?

"I'm getting you the information you need." she reminded, "How I keep track of the data I have is none of your business."

"Okay, okay." he surrendered, a smile making its way onto his face. "But why don't you just keep it on a computer? Wouldn't that make things easier for you?"

She ignored his question, "Red Hood is an excellent marksman," she stated. "He made his debut as a crime lord by showing a bunch of people a duffel bag filled with the heads of notorious criminals."

Clint let out a whistle, "That is an intense introduction. He's even better than I thought he would be."

"Yeah," Natasha agreed. "He's easily one of the most dangerous and capable vigilantes in Gotham. In a matter of months, he's managed to bring crime down Crime Alley by at least fifty percent. Something that Batman himself, couldn't do. His methods were vicious, but they worked. Extremely well. He's killed a lot of child molesters, human traffickers, and rapists."

Even though Natasha couldn't see him, he tilted his head to the side, biting the inside of his cheek. Clint could care less about what methods Jason used. If they worked, they worked. And it's not like those criminals didn't deserve it. It's just-

Killing takes a lot out of you. Especially when you're young. Clint would know.

He had no doubt in his head that Jason was an incredible fighter. Not to mention that he was also huge— in both height and muscle.

He can see why he has a majority of Gotham fooled.

But, for about a minute, after they won against the ninjas, Jason removed his helmet in order to get a breath of fresh air.

A mask might've been covering his eyes, but Clint's been in the vigilante business for years now. He remembers clear as day, just how young the vigilante looked under the sun.

When Clint first started, he was thankful that he had Natasha to talk to whenever things got hard. Whenever he felt guilty for taking someone's life. No matter how much they deserved it.

Hell, he's still thankful for Natasha now. Without her, Clint would probably be dead. His body found bleeding out in an abandoned area, a neat row of scars on his thighs and arms.

He hopes that Jason has a friend like Natasha. Someone who'd be there for him no matter what. Someone who'd remind him that he was worth it. That he was loved.

Cause if not, then there is no way that the kid is okay.

Natasha's sharp voice interrupted his thoughts, "That was a few years ago. As far as I know, he doesn't kill anymore. The farthest that Hood would go now would be to permanently cripple someone. And even then, he would only do that when the person did something unforgivable."

After a few seconds of silence, Clint opened his mouth. "Is that it?" he couldn't help but question.

"Nope," Natasha admitted. "But it's all I'm willing to tell you."

"Fine then," he smirked. "Keep your assassiny secrets. I got more than I expected anyways."

"What did you get yourself into, Clint? Why all the sudden interest in him? Why all the sudden interest in a vigilante in Gotham?"

He knows that Natasha was just looking out for him. She was worried. "Do you remember a few days ago when I was saved by this Jason guy?" he asked.

"Yeah? You've been talking about him nonstop. He saved your ass and you gave him your number." she paused before adding, "Your private one."

He nodded, "Yeah. Well, he's the Red Hood."

"You're kidding."

"Nope. I searched him up and he had the same costume and everything."

"And he actually said that his name was Jason?"

"Yep." he tried to casually say, "It's probably cause Jason's a popular name and stuff."

"Maybe." Natasha hesitantly agreed, "But anyway, since you gave him your number, I think you should know that I've always wanted to meet him so if he texts you soon..."

Her voice trailed off and Clint couldn't hold in his sigh, "Yeah, yeah. I'll arrange a meet-up or whatever."

Her voice automatically brightened, "Actually?"

The corner of his mouth lifted, "Sure. But I wanted to introduce him to Bucky first."

Natasha made a shocked sound of betrayal, "Wha- but Clint!" she whined, "I'm the one who's asking. Not him."

"I know."

It took everything in him to stop the laugh from escaping his mouth.

Complaints about how unfair Clint was being made their way onto his ears and he relished each and every one of them. It wasn't often that he had something Natasha wanted.

Revenge was sweet.

After a few minutes, he let out an incredibly fake gasp. "Sorry, Natasha. I gotta go. I have a kitchen emergency."

"What the fuck, Clint." she demanded, "You don't even know how to cook. Remember the omelet incident? What emerg-"

He hung up.

Clint's definitely going to regret ending the call later. He knows it.

But right now, he could care less.

He has something Natasha wants, so she won't murder him.

... hopefully.

He hopes that he runs into the vigilante soon. Jason was cool and pretty fun to talk to. Clint definitely won't mind fighting at Red Hood's side once more.

They worked really well together.

While they were fighting, he knew that Jason was gonna have his back. He knew that Jason wasn't gonna let him get hurt. It was weird, considering that was the first encounter he's ever had with him.

He doesn't know when Jason is gonna decide to use his number, but he hopes that it'll be soon.

He has questions. And whenever Jason was ready, Clint hopes that he can answer.

Starting with the one that's been clouding his head; why did the Red Hood stop killing?

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notes:

okay, I didn’t expect to write a chapter this soon. but reading all the comments you guys left on the previous chapter motivated me. to be honest, I didn’t expect this fanfic to get as many hits as it did.

I don’t know when I’m planning on posting this chapter but right now, my goal is to write as much as I can.

I also don’t know exactly how busy my sophomore year of high school will be, but I feel like it’s better to be safe than sorry. Especially if I make the school volleyball team.

I finished writing this chapter on August 8th, and I have tryouts on the 9th through the 11th from 4-6 pm. (wish me luck!)

like always, please, please, please, leave a comment. i love reading them and they just motivate me so much! Whenever I get author’s block, I just re-read them and they help so, so much. If you don’t wanna leave a comment, that’s fine. If you liked this fanfic, please hit that kudos button though.

and if you just wanna chat or if you want to request any ideas or prompts, just message me here.

ooh, and if there’s anything specific you want to read in this series, please tell me. It never hurts to have any extra ideas. plus, I really want to make this fic more enjoyable for everyone.

Jason Todd x Avengers Crossover

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Ao3 // Wattpad

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Unexpected (part 2)

Two days have passed since Clint was saved by Jason. And for some reason, he still can't get the vigilante out of his mind.

Natasha teased him about it but he knows that if she sees Jason in action, she would be intrigued as well.

The way he fought was mesmerizing. Every bullet that was shot was so precisely aimed that the wounds weren't deadly.

Sure it knocked them out, but they weren't gonna die.

That form of marksmanship was only earned through years of hard work. And Clint's worked with Bucky enough times to know that Jason somehow predicted the next move of the attackers, aiming at the non-lethal body parts.

He has a feeling that Bucky and Jason would make an incredible duo.

Which is why he needs them to meet.

Clint doesn't usually do this but the more he thought about the bucket-wearing vigilante, the higher his list of questions got.

He took out his phone, leaning against the couch as he searched for the man that saved him.

vigilante wearing red bucket

He scrolled through google trying to find a decent article on the guy.

After thirty whole minutes of barely finding information, Clint wanted to throw his phone across the room. So far, all he's figured out was that Jason's territory was in Gotham and that his vigilante name is 'Red Hood'.

Which was... creative in a way?

At least it wasn't 'Red Bucket' or 'Bucket Head' or anything like that. It was definitely better than 'Green Arrow'.

After another failed search, he decided to finally give up. There was nothing about Red Hood. All the articles were mainly about Batman, Nightwing, a restaurant place, and a Robin!

He groaned and put his face in his hands. He doesn't care about those overrated heroes, he wants to find out more about Red Hood.

The guy was so cool... he wonders why there were barely any pieces written about him. The few sentences that he's read about the vigilante almost always depicted him in a bad light.

Which was honestly unfair.

He stared at his phone, contemplating on whether or not he should ask Natasha.

On the positive side, he knows that the assassin would have information on Red Hood. Natasha has information on everyone.

But...

Clint didn't want Natasha to tease him even more! If she keeps up with the sarcastic comments then the other Avengers would be curious. And curious Avengers meant nosy people.

He felt himself shiver, really nosy people.

He swears that if he had a sister— older or younger, they would act exactly like how Natasha was acting right now.

He could practically imagine the smirk she was wearing on her face when she picked up.

"Hey, Clint." she casually greeted, "How are you?"

He refrained from gritting his teeth, "I'm doing good." he paused, eyes closing as he took a breath in, this hurt to admit. "I need your help."

"I know."

"What do you know about the Red Hood?"

"The Red Hood?" she hummed under her breath, "Let's see."

Clint heard her moving things around, then he could distinctly hear the noise of paper being flipped. "Do you just have documents of random vigilantes lying around your room?" he couldn't help but ask. "Is this an assassin thing?"

Does Bucky do this too?

"I'm getting you the information you need." she reminded, "How I keep track of the data I have is none of your business."

"Okay, okay." he surrendered, a smile making its way onto his face. "But why don't you just keep it on a computer? Wouldn't that make things easier for you?"

She ignored his question, "Red Hood is an excellent marksman," she stated. "He made his debut as a crime lord by showing a bunch of people a duffel bag filled with the heads of notorious criminals."

Clint let out a whistle, "That is an intense introduction. He's even better than I thought he would be."

"Yeah," Natasha agreed. "He's easily one of the most dangerous and capable vigilantes in Gotham. In a matter of months, he's managed to bring crime down Crime Alley by at least fifty percent. Something that Batman himself, couldn't do. His methods were vicious, but they worked. Extremely well. He's killed a lot of child molesters, human traffickers, and rapists."

Even though Natasha couldn't see him, he tilted his head to the side, biting the inside of his cheek. Clint could care less about what methods Jason used. If they worked, they worked. And it's not like those criminals didn't deserve it. It's just-

Killing takes a lot out of you. Especially when you're young. Clint would know.

He had no doubt in his head that Jason was an incredible fighter. Not to mention that he was also huge— in both height and muscle.

He can see why he has a majority of Gotham fooled.

But, for about a minute, after they won against the ninjas, Jason removed his helmet in order to get a breath of fresh air.

A mask might've been covering his eyes, but Clint's been in the vigilante business for years now. He remembers clear as day, just how young the vigilante looked under the sun.

When Clint first started, he was thankful that he had Natasha to talk to whenever things got hard. Whenever he felt guilty for taking someone's life. No matter how much they deserved it.

Hell, he's still thankful for Natasha now. Without her, Clint would probably be dead. His body found bleeding out in an abandoned area, a neat row of scars on his thighs and arms.

He hopes that Jason has a friend like Natasha. Someone who'd be there for him no matter what. Someone who'd remind him that he was worth it. That he was loved.

Cause if not, then there is no way that the kid is okay.

Natasha's sharp voice interrupted his thoughts, "That was a few years ago. As far as I know, he doesn't kill anymore. The farthest that Hood would go now would be to permanently cripple someone. And even then, he would only do that when the person did something unforgivable."

After a few seconds of silence, Clint opened his mouth. "Is that it?" he couldn't help but question.

"Nope," Natasha admitted. "But it's all I'm willing to tell you."

"Fine then," he smirked. "Keep your assassiny secrets. I got more than I expected anyways."

"What did you get yourself into, Clint? Why all the sudden interest in him? Why all the sudden interest in a vigilante in Gotham?"

He knows that Natasha was just looking out for him. She was worried. "Do you remember a few days ago when I was saved by this Jason guy?" he asked.

"Yeah? You've been talking about him nonstop. He saved your ass and you gave him your number." she paused before adding, "Your private one."

He nodded, "Yeah. Well, he's the Red Hood."

"You're kidding."

"Nope. I searched him up and he had the same costume and everything."

"And he actually said that his name was Jason?"

"Yep." he tried to casually say, "It's probably cause Jason's a popular name and stuff."

"Maybe." Natasha hesitantly agreed, "But anyway, since you gave him your number, I think you should know that I've always wanted to meet him so if he texts you soon..."

Her voice trailed off and Clint couldn't hold in his sigh, "Yeah, yeah. I'll arrange a meet-up or whatever."

Her voice automatically brightened, "Actually?"

The corner of his mouth lifted, "Sure. But I wanted to introduce him to Bucky first."

Natasha made a shocked sound of betrayal, "Wha- but Clint!" she whined, "I'm the one who's asking. Not him."

"I know."

It took everything in him to stop the laugh from escaping his mouth.

Complaints about how unfair Clint was being made their way onto his ears and he relished each and every one of them. It wasn't often that he had something Natasha wanted.

Revenge was sweet.

After a few minutes, he let out an incredibly fake gasp. "Sorry, Natasha. I gotta go. I have a kitchen emergency."

"What the fuck, Clint." she demanded, "You don't even know how to cook. Remember the omelet incident? What emerg-"

He hung up.

Clint's definitely going to regret ending the call later. He knows it.

But right now, he could care less.

He has something Natasha wants, so she won't murder him.

... hopefully.

He hopes that he runs into the vigilante soon. Jason was cool and pretty fun to talk to. Clint definitely won't mind fighting at Red Hood's side once more.

They worked really well together.

While they were fighting, he knew that Jason was gonna have his back. He knew that Jason wasn't gonna let him get hurt. It was weird, considering that was the first encounter he's ever had with him.

He doesn't know when Jason is gonna decide to use his number, but he hopes that it'll be soon.

He has questions. And whenever Jason was ready, Clint hopes that he can answer.

Starting with the one that's been clouding his head; why did the Red Hood stop killing?

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notes:

okay, I didn’t expect to write a chapter this soon. but reading all the comments you guys left on the previous chapter motivated me. to be honest, I didn’t expect this fanfic to get as many hits as it did.

I don’t know when I’m planning on posting this chapter but right now, my goal is to write as much as I can.

I also don’t know exactly how busy my sophomore year of high school will be, but I feel like it’s better to be safe than sorry. Especially if I make the school volleyball team.

I finished writing this chapter on August 8th, and I have tryouts on the 9th through the 11th from 4-6 pm. (wish me luck!)

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