Hello! So, this was posted already under my old account but I had to delete the account and move over here. I promise I did not murder anyone and steal this story, it's definitely mine (But the Avengers sadly aren't). Anyways, enjoy the story and please review!
I was in my room, stretching, when I heard a very loud crash and high-pitched giggling. Frowning to myself, I left to investigate and found Hawkeye sitting on top of the refrigerator with the entire contents of the freezer and most of the fridge on the ground. I stared at him and he waved frantically at me, still giggling, but the rapid movement unbalanced him and he fell. I darted forward and caught him; he smiled hugely and kissed my nose.
"My hero!" he exclaimed before wriggling out of my grasp and waving some more. "Look, I'm fast!" he darted away and I stared in shock. What the hell just happened? Worried he might hurt himself, I chased after him following the sound of giggling. He was indeed fast and I had a bit of a time finding him.
I caught up to him in the gym, where he was attached to one of my punching bags in a koala-style grip, swinging back in forth. I approached slowly, trying to not alert him but to no avail.
"HI!" he shouted. "I can fly, watch!" he then attempted to jump off of the bag but failed, and again I ran forward to catch him. The force was enough to knock me over and he landed on top of me. He gave me the same crazy smile and laughed. "Hi again! Bye!" he exclaimed before running off. I sighed. What is going on with him? I started after him again, wondering what would happen next.
I lost him in the hallway and looked around, trying to figure out where he went. I heard giggling again, but this time it was directly above me. With a frown, I looked up just in time to see Hawkeye let go of the rafters. I had seconds to prepare myself for his landing and I caught him, grunting slightly.
"You did it again! Yay!" he jumped off but this time he dashed forward and stared at my face with a faraway look in his eye before kissing my chin and leaping back. "Tag!" he shouted before fleeing. I stared at his back. Ok, who drugged Hawkeye? I wished that I wasn't the only one in the tower in the moment and I jogged after him. I heard more shouting and I followed it.
"I'M NOT A HAWKEYE I'M A FISHIE! SPLOOOOOSH!" I heard him screaming and groaned. The pool. I walked in to see him dive in. I decided to sit down and hope he wore himself out. After about five minutes of him staring at his wet hands in shock, he looked up to see me watching him. He waved me over wildly and when he saw that I wasn't going to, he got up and sprinted to me.
"You came again! Swim with me!" he said, sounding like the fact that I was following him was the brightest moment in his life.
"Hawkeye, are you ok?" I asked. He jumped into my lap and wrapped his very wet hands around me. I have no idea what to do in this situation. Call for help? Poison control? He nuzzled his sopping head into my chest and I, with a silent sigh, put my arms around him so he wouldn't fall out off. He grinned brilliantly.
"I am super duper upper ok! I am awesomely…. Awesome! The world is spinning and I can go so fast and you're here THIS IS THE GREATEST THING EVER SINCE EVER!" he exclaimed, his eyes alight with enthusiasm. Ah. Fun poison then… He nodded vigorously and then looked a bit dizzy but it passed quickly.
"Did you eat anything…. Funny?" I asked, watching him. His pupils are oddly large and he's very red… Plus I can see his pulse in his neck. This can't be good.
"Nope I haven't eaten since…. sandwich. But I had lots and lots and looootttts of Monseter!" he replied, bouncing off of my lap. ….Monster? Isn't that that energy drink… And we had sandwiches yesterday, for lunch… Aw shit. He dove back in to poke my nose and then flew off again. He's on caffeine high… Please crash soon.
About half an hour later, after four more near-crashes, six attempted flights, and an unknown amount of facial kissing, I was chasing Hawkeye back in the hallway near the kitchen. Suddenly he stopped running, swayed a bit and turned around. He looked green and I immediately ran to his side. He held onto my shoulder and I instinctively wrapped an arm around his waist.
"Cap… I don't feel so good…" He whispered. "The world is heavy… I think I'm gon-" was all he managed to say before passing out cold. I caught him again and shook my head.
"And this is why we eat every day and you are never having anything caffeinated again, ever." I carried him to his bedroom door before I realized that I didn't have his room key or a free hand to search his pockets… Or the desire to search his pockets. I sighed and instead brought him to mine and putting him to bed. With a yawn, I found myself rather exhausted. Of course, I have spent the last hour or so chasing him all over the Tower… A nap is probably a good idea. I looked at my bed, debated for a moment, before choosing to sleep on my couch instead. Why did he keep kissing me?