Clint Barton aka Hawkeye never expected to have family and he accepted that, sure he felt a little lonely sometimes, but that doesn't mean he wanted a family or was ever going to have one. He accepted that. Unfortunately for him the universe did not. Really the only thing he wanted was a fixed coffee maker and a cup of coffee, but add Peter Parker and things are bound to get a little complicated. Or how Clint Barton accidentally became Peter Parker's dad. deaf!Clint Barton. Also Peter is Tony's intern because, you know, plot convenience. Set before CACW and Homecoming. Also Peter is fourteen in this because I love my smol little spider.

Disclaimer: I do not own Marvel.

"Tony!" Clint called, bolting out of the elevator (much to Tony's annoyance) "My coffee machine is broken and I need you to fix it!"

"And why is it my problem that you have an obsession with coffee and can't go an hour without it?" Tony asked.

"Oh please, you drink more coffee then I do!" Clint retorted, rolling his eyes.

"Okay, that may be true but at least I can somewhat control myself, you just chug it. But that's besides the point, why do you need me to fix it? We practically have hundreds of coffee makers," Tony snapped back.

"Yeah, well the one I use is the only one that doesn't have a freaking self destruct button!" Clint groaned. Why is it such a big deal to fix a coffee maker?!

"Okay, I'm busy right now, so I'm going to let one of my poor interns take care of your stupid ass. Sound like a plan?" Tony said, letting his usual snark come out.

"Whatever, as long as my coffee maker doesn't get a self destruct button put on it."

"Fine. I'll let F.R.I.D.A.Y summon one of my interns."

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(twenty five minutes later)

Clint had been waiting upstairs with no sign of an intern. Great, just great. Now he had to go back downstairs, yell at Tony to fix the freaking coffee machine, and then die inside for the next three days while Tony messed around with it. Well that's what he was thinking he was going to have to do until a small, dark haired, Bambi eyed, slightly frantic looking teenage boy came tripping out of the elevator.

"Oh god, I'm so sorry, sir! Mr Stark told me to come up here and I was going to, but then one of the other interns accidentally blew something up and it got everywhere, and I mean like everywhere, and then we had to try and clean it up but what we were doing wasn't working, so then we had to try and find some cleaning supplies, but we couldn't find any, and it was just a big mess, and I'm really, really sorry! And now I'm going to stop talking and actually do something." The kid said, somehow managing to get every word out in one breath.

"First of all, kid, can I call you kid? I'm go to call you kid for now. I'm not mad, so relax. Second of all, not your fault. Third of all, jeez, you look like you're going to pass out, so like maybe breath," Clint said, putting his hands up in a surrendering like manner, trying to show the kid that he wasn't upset. (Which more or less worked to calm him the kid down).

"Okay, sir," the kid said taking a deep breath. "Mr Stark said that you wanted me to fix something, right?"

"Yeah, my coffee machine," Clint informed.

"Okay. Um...where is it?" The kid asked.

"Oh yeah, it's right here," Clint said pointing towards a (somehow) burned and leaking coffee machine. "Think you can fix it, kid?"

"I mean, probably, but if you don't mind me asking, how did you break it exactly?" Looking ever so slightly disturbed. "Also my name is Peter if you were wondering."

"Uh...Steve was trying to use it yesterday and he couldn't figure it out so he kinda, well you can probably figure out the rest, anyways, I tried to use it this morning and that happened." Clint said making a face at the thought of it. "Also I'm still going to call you kid because I'm attached to the nickname now."

"Okay, um...I should be able to fix it by later today or tomorrow." Peter said, looking slightly scarred.

"Sounds like a plan." Clint said, going over and grabbing the coffee machine and handing it over to Peter.

"You don't have to answer this, but why don't you just get a new one?" Peter asked.

"That wouldn't be as fun as having one of Tony's interns fix it," Clint said with a small smirk.

"Okay then," Peter said, giving Clint a wary look.

"Well, good luck and please don't make a self destruct button," Clint said patting Peter's shoulder and steering him towards the elevator.

A muttered "What the hell" from Peter was the last thing Clint heard from before the elevator door shut close.

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Peter, as estimated, fixed the coffee maker that day.

He apparently did such a good that he became Clint's go to for fixing his stuff. "Stuff" included Clint's hearing aids, coffee machine (the damn thing breaks a lot) and once or twice some of his Hawkeye stuff (only if Tony was really busy).

Taking in the fact that this happened in the span of roughly two weeks, it was safe to say that Clint had become slightly attached to the kid. Keyword there (according to Clint) being 'slightly.' He refused to say that he liked the kid ( not 'like' as in the creepy illegal way, 'like' as in the 'I care about the kid' way). Sure he enjoyed the kid's company, but that didn't mean he cared or was ever going to care about the kid. Nope, not one bit...

Unfortunately for Clint he was soon going to be proven wrong.