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Of course this was a giant disaster. He really should have known not to listen to them. He knew better than to take anything Solo said without about a freighter’s worth of salt, but Skywalkeri? He really hadn’t expected Master Skywalker to wrangle him into such an insane scheme. Clearly the master had been spending too much time with his brother-in-law.

They were both insane.

“Kriff,” Clint muttered under his breath. Fury would have his hide for going along with this.

He peered around the corner of the palace, sticking to the shadows and feeling outward with the Force, invisible tendrils seeking enemies around corners and behind closed doors. The hallway was deserted, but outside in the courtyard he could feel the person they had come for. She had a presence unlike anything he had encountered before. The Jedi from the temple, his friends and colleagues, were all different, each one a distinct star among thousands, but they were similar; they connected to the Force in a way that connected them to each other - a web of bright spots and shining stars. But this woman, she was different. She sent off sparks.

”Barton, we’ve been… uh… waylaid. Might be a few minutes before we get there.” A voice said in his ear.

Kriffing Solo.

Clint sighed, but didn’t bother to respond. Luke would feel the resignation and slight annoyance through the force anyway.

“I know you’re there, little bird,” a voice called. “Stop hiding in the shadows and come get me already.”

That was a terrible idea. A very terrible idea. He was going to do it anyway.

She crossed into the hallway, framed by the large windowed doors, her red hair loose and wild like flames. Oh, for the love of… did he really just compare her hair to flames? What the hell was wrong with him?

“We’ve met before,” she continued. “You probably don’t remember, you were younger, still running around in that circus you call a training academy.”

“Funny,” Clint said, stepping from the dark corner, lighting his blue blade. “I didn’t think you were older than me.”

“No, just smarter.” Her own, scarlet blade flickered slowly to life, but she remained still.

“Mechanical difficulties? Your sword looks like it might not survive a fight.”

“Those friends of yours have earned their reputation.” She nodded her head almost respectfully.

“We can wait for them if you prefer.”

But if she had any intention of responding with words, Clint didn’t find out, because she chose that moment to leap forward, her blade coming down hard toward his head. It was an easy block and then a parry and then a series of deflections, as they danced down the winding hallways. Clint was no slouch with a lightsaber - best the Order had, in fact (except for Skywalker and that had more to do with his son of the Chosen One bantha-shit than actual skill), but this woman was proving quite the adversary. He wasn’t playing with her in the same way he usually did. She had him on the defensive more than once and it wasn’t until she stepped wrong, her foot catching on a loose rug, that he got in a solid swing that sliced clean through her sword hilt.

Yay! Two AUs! I like your version of Clint. And I love Luke and Han through his eyes. Mine isn't set in this time period with any of the original characters, so it will be interesting to see how that effects things.

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