It is the same as the last one-shot but has a different ending. Let me know what you think. :)

Version 2

Eyes like ice daggers and his mouth curved into a malicious smirk greeted Clint's dreams, the taste of the cold hit inside of Clint. His whole body contorted at the touch of frost, all he could see the man, no he was no man, he was a monster. The monster children were told tales of as children, who would haunt a person's dreams if infected by his sceptre. Waking from such torturous dreams was normality for Clint, his muscles tensed and eyes searching the room for the god of mischief.

He knew inside that Loki was in Asgard, far away from Clint yet something inside him churned and twisted at the thought of Loki escaping the cell in Asgard and raining down on Earth with his malevolent soldiers ready to fire once again on the still recovering New York .

"I am Clint Barton, codename is Hawkeye. I am safe. I am in the Avengers tower. Loki cannot get to me" he repeated his mantra over and over again until the words stuck inside his brain, when he couldn't hear the snake like voice of Loki lurking inside his head. Eventually Clint was able to focus on his voice; he got up from his bed and into his bathroom for a warm shower.

The sensation of warm water hitting his skin eased his nerves, his mind at ease and the tension in his muscles released. It had been 2 months since the Battle of New York and the war against Loki was over. But it hadn't been for Clint, he still felt like he was fighting the war against Loki in his mind. A god tampering with your brain was not an easy process to overcome and Clint was far from being fully okay.

Yet he still insisted that he was when somebody asked, they weren't buying it at all. He didn't know if he was getting a bigger headache from Loki or from the team pestering him. At least they cared he thought. He wanted so bad to escape the torture of the tyrant, to break away from the devils clutches. Clint could get through this, he could survive the intoxication of Loki's power and he could beat the voices.

It would take time, he didn't discount that but he had hope. Just repeat the mantra he thought every time he would wake up from seeing the wicked eyes. After the shower, he put on clothes and after looking at the clock which read 6:30am he headed to the kitchen where he was greeted by Steve who obviously by all the sweat had gone for his morning jog, but by human standards Captain America's version of a 'jog' was a sprint around the world, taking one drink break and still being able to stand. "Hey Cap" Clint greeted him.

"Hi Barton" he replied with a smile.

"Good run?" Clint asked while pouring a coffee.

"Yeah it was, how are you?" Steve asked, trying not to step on any toes so to speak. He knew the archer hated the question but he cared about his team's wellbeing.

"Alright, I haven't had any homicidal thoughts, which is a good thing." Clint answered as he sipped on his warm cup of coffee. Steve looked at him unsurely but left the subject and left to get changed out of his gear; soon everyone came into the kitchen. Most of them tired and in need of coffee and a good breakfast made by Steve, conversation started to happen after they each were on their 2nd coffee and the mood improved. Clint wasn't very social but listened in, kept his mind off other things which was a comfort. When invited to live in the tower Clint was wary but after getting as Clint would describe 'bullied' by Natasha to move in, he didn't have much choice. So here he was, screwed up in the brain department probably much like the rest of his team mates having breakfast. Not bad for a marksman.

Clint could get through this, he could survive the intoxication of Loki's power and he could beat the voices. It would take time, he didn't discount that but he had hope. Just repeat the mantra he thought every time he would wake up from seeing the wicked eyes.

"I am Clint Barton, codename is Hawkeye. I am safe. I am in the Avengers tower. Loki cannot get to me...and I can get through this."