Author's Note: This was inspired by that awesome video of the dad, son and trombone.
Most people didn't know that Clint was musically talented.
Most people didn't know that Clint played the trombone.
Most people didn't know that Clint was what one might call "a big nerd."
Most people didn't know that Clint loved to play his trombone. Natasha knew. She knew all too well. Steve was just learning this, since he was laying low with the pair of assassins until the SHIELD incident blew over enough for him to truly start his search for his psycho friend. Steve was very excited when he learned that Clint played trombone, always having wanted to learn himself. This started several conversations about music.
With Natasha continuously disappearing on some super-secret mission or other, Clint and Steve were left with a lot of time to compare music. Clint liked CDs, Steve liked records. Clint listened to Marty Robbins while Steve listened to Chris Ledoux. They both liked Johnny Horton. Eventually Clint started working on introducing Steve to newer music.
Unsurprisingly, this led to what Natasha would term, "Very bad decisions."
Clint pulled his trombone from its old, ratty case with a tender care.
Steve bounced up and down excitedly next to the oven.
"Alright, Pops. Hit the camera." Steve went over to where one of Natasha's smart phones was set up to record them.
"Wait!" he exclaimed. "I almost forgot!" He rummaged through drawers around the kitchen until he found two sets of sunglasses and handed one pair to Clint.
The archer grinned as he donned them, then lifted the trombone mouthpiece to his lips as Steve moved back to the phone, then jumped to his place near the oven.
The song wasn't exactly hard. It only involved the 4th, 5th and 6th positions. But it sounded as good as any song he'd played before as Clint blasted each note. Steve waited patiently beside him until the right time (which they had rehearsed), then began methodically slamming the oven door open and shut. They repeated it a few times, then they remade the movie a few times. Steve was a perfectionist. Clint was having fun.
On the fourth or fifth time, Steve stopped his oven abuse suddenly. Clint glanced around the room, worried.
He was terrified when he saw what had stopped Steve.
"What are you two doing?" Natasha shouted from the doorway.
"Uh...well, you see, we were..." Steve stammered. Then he sprinted from the kitchen as quickly as he could. Natasha and Clint watched him make his escape. Then the super spy turned her glare on the archer.
"You're the one that told me that we should try to bond, Nat," Clint said with his hands half-raised. She sighed with exasperation and walked toward the kitchen.
"You destroyed my oven." The comment was made matter-of-factly.
"Steve." Clint corrected. She looked at him with a raised eyebrow, then shook her head with a small smile on her lips.
"What am I going to do with two children living in my house?" she asked to no one in particular. Clint smiled and put an arm over her shoulders.
"Who cares what you do with Steve? Everyone knows I'm your favorite." She leaned into him with another sigh. After a few minutes she straightened up again and began moving to the back of their home, towards the bathroom.
"I'm taking a bath," she called over her shoulder. "I better find my 'favorite' with a new oven when I'm out."
She's not serious. Nat likes me too much to hurt me, Clint thought to himself. Then he grabbed a coat and hurried to buy an oven. Just in case.