Clint's pov

One night just the same as all the other ordinary nights, Clint climbed into the vents, pillow in one hand blanket in the other.

He was doing the exact same thing he did every other time he went the vents, spy on everyone without them knowing of course, he had become something like a human secret security system.

But tonight he was going to spy on his beautiful flawless Pietro, but that was only part of the reason, lately Loki had been up to his old tricks, causing trouble all over New York, we finally tracked him down and captured him in a cell, made just for him downstairs and knowing what he could, he was extra careful.

'That little mind controlling piece of shit won't touch you, not on my watch' I thought as I stared at Pietro's sleeping form.

Then I heard the familiar sound of Cap's door down the hall closing as he slipped out, Cap had been doing this a lot lately, always slipping silently out of the tower and going somewhere unknown.

'Where the hell do you keep going too Cap?', curiosity burned inside of me as I heard Cap quietly creep down the hall but I couldn't just leave Pietro with that asshole downstairs.

But as the I heard the elevator ding I couldn't resist, I mean what could possibly happen, anyway Tony and Bruce where in the lab and I wouldn't be gone that long, and with that I pulled my bow and arrows out of the rolled up blanket and jumped out vents.