This is a series of short stories that focuses on when Clint uses his time in the circus for good as an Avenger.
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Bruce was angry. It was petty really, but he had been awake for two days strait, none of his experiments had worked and he had had just about enough of Tony's teasing. He should have extricated himself hours ago, but really wanted tea. So, he went to the kitchen. Tony, Clint and Natasha were already there. Tony was making an omelet, but he hadn't noticed Bruce walk in. The engineer took two eggs from the fridge and turned right into Bruce. Tony grabbed the other man from instinct and Bruce felt the gooey inside of the egg run down his back.
'SMASH!' The Hulk roared inside of him.
'NO,' Bruce thought, 'It was an accident, don't let it get to you.'
He gripped the counter, trying to regain control.
"Brucie! Are you alright?" Tony called to him.
"Oh no," Natasha said, "He's Hulking out!"
Clint ran to the fridge and grabbed three eggs.
"Hey Bruce! Look at me!"
Then the archer started juggling all three eggs at once. The Hulk subsided, more confused now, than angry.
Clint continued his act for a good five minutes then he caught one egg in each hand and took a bow, purposefully letting the third egg fall and break on his head.
Bruce laughed, hard. When he calmed down, he looked ashamed.
"Sorry guys. I was already frustrated and tiered when I walked in, I should have taken a breather sooner."
"It's ok, Bruce. We know how careful you normally are." Natasha told him with a small smile.
"And Thank you Clint. The Other guy and I thought it was really funny. How did you do that?" Bruce asked. Clint shrugged.
"It's just a trick I picked up at the circus. One of the clowns taught me." Clint touched his hair and winced. "I guess we both need a bath." Everyone laughed at that.