Clint walked into the main room of the Stark Tower's penthouse. He stopped upon seeing a teenager lying on the couch while shooting pencils with an intricately designed pen and rubber band rig. The table and floor around him were covered in various papers.
The teen sneezed, causing him aim to falter and one of his pencils to come at Clint. The teenager sat up to see where his pencil landed and froze. An angry archer was holding a pencil that had stopped about two inches short of hitting his face.
"What are you doing?" Demanded Clint.
The teen muttered something under his breath, and Clint guessed it was something Cap would not approve of him saying. "Uh, avoiding homework."
"Who let you in?" demanded the archer.
The teen smirked for a second before answering innocently. "My Dad."
"What's your name, kid," asked Clint exasperatedly.
"Leo Valdez-Stark."
Clint stared. Stark had a kid? Did an old flame make him take responsibility for the boy?
Speaking of goateed devils, the very man stepped off the elevator at that moment.
"Hey, Clint. I see you met Leo."
The archer was speechless. Tony laughed. "You look like a fish. Did he explain?"
Clint nodded mutely, still looking back and forth between the two Starks.
"Well it's not that insane. Stop freaking out," Tony turned to Leo. "Geometry?"
Leo scrambled among his papers to find a work sheet covered in triangles and equation. "Working on it now!"
Tony rolled his eyes light heartedly. "Come on, Legolas."
"Why didn't you tell us you had a son!" Clint practically shouted as he finally found the right words.
Tony frowned in confusion, but he understood when he saw Leo cracking up. "Leo..."
Leo stopped laughing, and instead was smiling mischievously. "Sorry, Uncle T. No, I'm not his son. I'm his nephew. But you gotta admit, your reaction was hilarious."
Clint smiled, even though he was embarrassed, he knew he probably would do the same thing at Leo's age. "Move the pen on the right down about a quarter inch. You'll get more power and accuracy."
Leo did so and launched a pencil directly at a cup on the counter. It hit dead center, and judging from all the broken lead around it, it had been his intended target the whole time.
"Sweet! Thanks, Hawkeye!"
"No problem, and call me Clint."
