I do not own characters or minor plot lines mentioned in this fic. They all go to the beautiful minds at Marvel :)

Author note: There will changes in point of view (alternating between Wasp and Hawkeye). Please review! :)x

Name: Janet Van Dyne
Code name: Wasp

7:55 am

Don't ask me how it happened – one minute I'm mad at Hank, next thing you know Hawkeye's kissing me and I don't wanna do a thing about it. I believe my thoughts were… well I don't believe I had any thoughts other than huh-muh-nah, huh-muh-nah, huh-muh-nah.

Turns out Hawkeye is a really good kisser. And he's good at other things…

That's off topic! Also, I've now realised you have no idea what the hell I'm talking about.

I will explain – if you promise not to judge me.

Promise?

Good. Okay. Here goes nothing…

6:30 pm (13 hours before)

"I'm done. I'm done with the Avengers."

"I get that – I just –"

"I'm leaving."

"Leaving what? You're leaving the Avengers? You're leaving me?"

"We want different things."

'Stupid Henry 'Hank' Pym.' I thought venomously. I was in my room in Avengers Mansion, thinking over the argument Hank and I had had when he came back to clean up his things. I still couldn't believe he was quitting for good. How could he leave? Hank and I had been together since I became Wasp – losing him was like losing a part of myself.

Hank had left the Mansion about half an hour ago and I was trying to convince myself not to fly to his college lab and kick his butt back here. Hank belonged with the Avengers, he belonged with me. My ID card was on my bed and it suddenly started ringing. I snatched up quickly – one of my team could be in trouble.

"Jan…" came his soft voice.

"Hank? Are you seriously calling me? I'm shocked you still have your ID card. Figured you would've burned it before it made you beat someone up." Sarcasm dripped from my words – trash talking came naturally to me. Although I was actually shocked he still had his card – Hank wasn't really one for sentiment.

"Jan, listen." Hank said but I was too riled up to listen to whatever crap he had to say.

"What – are you calling to quit again? I get it Hank; you're not 'Avengers material.' You made it perfectly clear." I was too angry to see the hurt in Hank's eyes, to see the pain my words caused him. "I just didn't want to believe it. I'd never sit around and cry about things like Ultron – I'd do something about it. So the question is Hank, what do you want?" Hank paused and took a deep breath.

"I just… wanted to tell you that I'm sorry." The screen went blank but I continued to stare at it in shock. He was sorry? Sorry for what? Screwing everything up? I threw the card at the mattress.

"Ugh!" I cried, my wasp stings encircling my hands. I looked around for something to shoot. The mirror I used in the mornings was the first thing to catch my eye and it exploded as my sting hit it. I then attacked the chair that was in front the desk I had.

"Miss Van Dyne, what are you doing?" JARVIS said and I spun around. "I am sending a message throughout the Mansion to signal your distress –" JARVIS stopped speaking as the intercom shattered. I knew no one was home – everyone was working on their individual projects today. They would gather if a villain began playing up. I continued the destruction of my room.

It was about half an hour later when I slowed my stings. Hurt was beginning to overpower my anger. Tears formed in my eyes and I raised my hands to wipe them away. There was a faint knock on the door. The door opened slowly and I turned, my hands forming a gun with the sting on the tips on my fingers.

"Jan?" came Clint Barton's soft voice. "JARVIS just told me you're destroying the house." Hawkeye poked his head round the door and froze upon seeing me ready to blast him. I knew he longed to have his bow in his hands. Clint entered though, keeping his hands up in surrender. "Woah, Jan, breathe. It's okay. I'm not gunna hurt you. I'm here to help."

"Help?" I said. "Help? How can you help? Are you gunna bring Hank back so I can kick his butt?" My wasp stings were wavering and I soon dropped my hands. Clint made his way further into my room. It was then I noticed that he wasn't in his suit – instead he wore fashionable jeans and blue shirt.

"No, I won't do that. Don't get me wrong, I want to. However I don't think it would be best for the Avengers image." I smiled at Clint, knowing that's what he wanted. He looked around my destroyed room. "So this is what you do when you get pissed, huh?"

"Yeah, it was great." I said in a monotone, plonking down on my bed.

"I'd have gone to the training room." Said Clint, taking a seat next to me. I shrugged, looking away. "What's wrong Jan?" I looked back up to Clint's serious eyes. He was normally the joker and seeing him rather serious was strange.

"Do you know I became Wasp, Clint?" I said, knowing he would need an explanation.

"Yes – Hank gave you a supply of Pym particles and you underwent a procedure to get your powers." Clint replied.

"You've been reading my file." I accused with narrow eyes. Clint shrugged.

"I read everyone's – some habits don't leave you no matter how long you're away from S.H.I.E.L.D."

"Fine, fine. Well there's more to it than that. If you wanna know what's wrong, you're gunna have to hear all that too." Clint moved so he was resting against my pillows. His hands were behind his head and he crossed his feet.

"Do tell," Clint patted the space beside him and I sighed. I tried to relax as I sat next to him. Then I began to speak.

I told him how Hank and my father were working on a project together – this was after Hank had created the Pym particles and created the Ant man/Giant man suit. I told Clint how they had unleashed an alien monster and that it had killed my father. I told him how Hank had changed me and how we then hunted the alien down before sending it back to its own dimension. I told Clint how Hank and I argued – my money and his science always got in the way. We could never make things work. I talked for about half an hour with Clint occasionally asking questions. I had never spoken to anyone about this and it felt good to let it all out. I exploded a few more things too.

It was near 9:30 when I finished talking. Clint had remained attentive the entire time. I sat up properly when I finished my tale, closing my eyes. Crying was not something I wanted to do again. I knew men hated crying women and I wasn't one to show weakness.

"Jan…" came his soft voice. I felt a warm, rough hand on my shoulder and I looked round into Hawkeye's blue eyes. We were still and silent for a moment before Clint kissed me. It wasn't sweet and innocent like when Hank and I kissed – it was heated, passionate, fiery. I turned around, ending up kneeled next to him. His hand slid off my shoulder and down my arm, leaving goose bumps in its wake. Clint tugged on my lower lip gently with both of his lips. I opened my eyes as he did. Clint let go and smiled playfully-

If I may interject quickly, I just want to say: I almost died on the spot. Dead. On the spot. Right there. It was the cutest and sexiest thing I have seen in a long time. But moving on…

-I wrapped my hand around the back of his neck and pulled him in for another intense kiss. He hummed in the back of his throat slightly and one of his hands came to rest on my thigh. Clint brushed his tongue along my bottom lip. I pressed closer and parted my lips, giving him deeper access. His tongue brushed mine as his hand slid up my thigh and I was suddenly brought back to my senses. I pulled away, wide eyed. Clint watched me with concern.

"Whoa, Jan, breathe. Breathe." He said, leaning toward me.

"No – I mean – We just – We don't – I –" I couldn't get the words out. What was I thinking? Oh, wait, I wasn't.

"Jan, stop. Breathe." This time I listened to him and took a deep breath. I could still taste him on my lips and tongue. My god, what had I done? "You're still thinking," he said resignedly. I took another deep breath.

"Wha… What about Widow? What about… oh, Hank. Oh my god…" I dropped my head into my hands.

"Widow and I were finished a long time ago." Said Clint, a new hardness to his voice. I looked up, heaps of questions in my eyes. "She betrayed me – we were partners, she was my best – we were partners. Little Tasha Romanoff. The girl that the world screwed over. One of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s best agents and one half of their greatest team. She was working for Hydra at Fury's orders but she still framed me as a double agent. I went to the Vault just so she didn't fuck up her mission and then she came crying back to me, asking for help. I would never have done that to her." Clint's voice was hard, angry. I'd heard him talk like this about Widow before but we'd never been alone. And we hadn't just made out. "And what of Hank? Well, that's your call." His voice became resigned, almost too uncaring.

"You loved her? Or you do love her?" I guessed. I didn't understand – from what I knew the Widow was unfeeling, heartless. How could Clint love her?

"That was a long time ago." He almost spat. I nodded, not knowing that to say. Finally Clint spoke again. "She and I weren't together like you and Hank. We worked together and slept together. We were best friends too. I felt something – and she said she did too. But it never went further than that." I tried to catch Clint's eye once he finished. It seemed he wouldn't say any more on the subject.

"Why did you kiss me?" Clint's eyes immediately turned to me and I bit my lip.

"Everybody needs a release once in a while," a playful smirk was on Clint's face and realisation slowly dawned on me.

"You only want to… have sex? Nothing more? Just… as friends?" What was Hawkeye thinking? Or was I jumping to conclusions?

"Well… if you and Hank are over?"

'This is crazy-

-But it could work.-

-Wait, what am I thinking? I couldn't do that.-

-Or could I? There is no denying that Hawkeye is very attractive-

-Jan, snap out of it. What about Hank-

-Ugh! What about him? He left, he doesn't give a damn. Move on-

-But so soon?-

-You and Hank have been over for a while and you know it. It didn't just happen today.' It had been but a second since Clint had answered me but my thoughts were going crazy. 'Why the hell not?' I thought, surprising myself. Clint was watching me and I knew my thoughts would be playing out across my face.

"Why me?" I asked. I felt stupid asking heaps of questions but I hardly understood.

"You are the only girl on the team." Clint smiled and my brow creased.

"Miss Marvel?" I pointed out. Clint's face turned to an expression of disgust. "You two have issues huh?"

"Do you really wanna get into that now?" he asked, smirking. I sighed.

"What if us doing... that ruins this? Us being friends. Or the team. What about the Avengers?" I asked. Clint leaned in and softly kissed me. I instinctively leaned in too, my hand coming up to cup his face. He smiled against my lips before pulling away.

"Why don't we just see what happens?" he murmured, his voice husky. I shivered and kissed him again. He smiled once more and pulled me closer. I was practically straddling him. Clint kissed the edge of my mouth and then across to my neck. I pressed closer as his hands slid up my thighs…

8:01 am.

So basically I'm screwed – and if I say I was screwed last night I will zap you into tomorrow.

I've said I'll be fuck buddies with Hawkeye and we had sex last night.

I am so screwed.