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"Just give them a tour he said, it'll be fun he said, you're good with kids he said." Clint grumbled, remembering the conversation with Tony that was the entire reason for this whole nightmare.
Throwing his weight against the door again, it barely budged and after three more attempts he gave up. He just had to be sure because he had heard -It-, every single one of the Avengers knew the noise -It- made. -It- had caused so much trouble since they had assembled that he considered -It- an honorary member. Just how was he supposed to explain that to the poor hapless Teachers Aid he was locked in a closet with.
Of course the reason for being trapped in said closet was a whole other story entirely. One of the kids had been sick, barfed, upchucked, and the TA just couldn't take no for an answer that Tony had more than enough janitors to clean up the mess. Between the kid crying and just how embarrassed she was over it all he had gone to show here just where the closet was. That was about the time the Hulk alarm went off followed by the stampede that had crushed them into a supply closet.
It's probably just a false alarm. He had said then as soothingly as he could, but his day just wanted to remind him who was in charge with four little words...
Hulk Smash Puny God!
So apparently it was no false alarm and the Big Guy was mad at Thor, which was usually fine and dandy. Usually that just meant stay out of their way and let them work it out. Except today they were hosting a school from Upstate New York, a little PR for them and Stark Industries alike. Except that this time he was stuck in a closet with a TA from the aforementioned school and that -It- was outside the door. And of course because -It- was still out the door after five minutes of trying to get out meant Thor was probably unconscious which usually took a night of heavy revelling for the Asgardian, or...the Big Guy.
"What did you say it was?" The TA asked, trying her own luck against the door.
"Mjolnir." Clint said, sighing wearily.
"Thor's Hammer?"
She knew her mythology, but then again she worked at a school so they were probably teaching it in class. Trying the light again giving a tug on the chain, the bulb stubbornly stayed dead as if just to exasperate the matter.
"So it's heavy or something?" She asked, slamming her shoulder against the door one last time.
"He explained it one time, actually a lot of times but you tend to learn to turn him out when he gets going about some stuff. His dad..."
"Odin?" She asked.
"...Odin cursed it or something so only he...Thor...could pick it up." Clint finished.
"So we're stuck until he comes to get it? That shouldn't be too long right?" She asked, pretty much summarizing their situation.
"That's if he doesn't forget about it." Clint muttered.
"How can he forget his hammer?"
For the first time in as many minutes as they had been in the dark he was glad for it because he probably wouldn't have inspired a lot of confidence in her scowling at the ceiling as he was. To date he could remember fifteen times -It- had been forgotten in just a way to ruin his day. It wasn't really like Thor had to worry about the thing, it wasn't like anyone could just walk off with it and it came back to him like a puppy every time he called it.
"I'm guessing by your silence you're counting just how many times he's forgotten it, great...and I just had to go for broke with a Trenta at the Starbucks down in the lobby."
"What's your name again?" Clint asked, feeling he might as well get to know her better if they were going to be stuck in a closet until Thor woke up.
"Jubilee, and you're Hawkeye." Jubilee said in introduction.
"Clint, Hawkeye is my working name." Working name and a way to impress the kids as of late it seemed, just like he'd been doing with some trick shooting for their enjoyment all until one barfed.
"So, any chance we could send an SoS and get them to take the door off the hinges?" Jubilee asked, her phone lighting her face up in the dark.
"Yeah...uh, last time something like this happened they had to torch the door. Tony's got a hard on for quality with this place." Clint admitted, that was somewhere around time six he not so fondly remembered Thor forgetting his hammer somewhere.
"Uh...I kinda remember seeing a lot of flammable warnings on the stuff we got in here with us, I guess Tony doesn't mess around when it comes to cleaning either?" Jubilee remarked, tapping away at her phone and sending off her cry for help.
"Yeah, I think that nixes torching the door." Clint admitted.
"So...what makes Thor remember to come pick up his hammer?" Jubilee asked.
"Normally around the time he needs to Smite something." Or fly somewhere, actually not so much fly as just fall with style, it was Tony that pointed that one out being the only one out of them that could actually fly.
"You know what's really funny, I'm not even supposed to be here today. Kitty came down with a bug and I'm guessing I know who gave it to her." Jubilee laughed bitterly.
"At least you don't smell like shoe polish." Clint added.
"No, but I almost smelt like...hey, funny guy, I see what you did there." Jubilee said with a laugh as she caught on.
"Clint?"
Looking to another in the dim light of the cell and then to the door, he saw he wasn't alone in looking relieved, then he remembered the Trenta and figured that might be a poor choice of words.
"Cap? Am I glad to hear you." Clint called.
"Is Miss Lee with you?" Steve asked.
Seeing a nod from his closet companion, he tried not to wonder just who would name their kid Jubilee Lee.
"Present!" Jubilee called as if someone had taken roll call.
"Okay, we're going to need you two to back up as much as you can. We're going to have to cut the hinges off." Steve called.
"Oh no you're not!" Clint yelled in time with Jubilee.
"We're not using a torch this time Clint...the janitorial staff informed us of the supplies kept in this closet. We're...using a different way." Steve said, doing a horrible job at sounding reassuring.
"Okay, I'll bite...how?" Clint asked.
Snickt.
"Woo shit, woo shit, back up, back up, back up..." Jubilee stammered, forcing herself as far from the door as the cramped quarters would let her.
Not knowing just what that noise meant but recognizing when someone knew just what trouble and danger a certain noise brought to the table, he did his best to join her. Hearing the sound of metal on metal, or metal cutting through metal if the sparks were any indication, whoever was responsible for Snickt didn't believe in shouting warnings. Three seconds later he along with Miss Jubilee Lee found one another staring at Steve heaving the door off with a guy that had Phys Ed teacher written all over his mug.
"So just how heavy is this thing anyways?" Phys Ed asked, bending down to his luck at -It-.
Sharing a look with Steve, he watched the man get a good firm grip on it and try and lift it. Looking between them and back to the hammer Phys Ed put some more effort into it until veins started to bulge on his arms with the exertion. Hearing giggling and a bit of laughter beside him, Clint looked to see Jubilee chuckling away already let in on the secret.
"Ya weren't kiddin', damn thing's hea..." Phys Ed started to say, cut off as he was pulled into the air as Mjolnir flew down the hall.
"Holy shit!" Jubilee yelped.
"Guess that means Thor's up and he's in a Smiting mood." Clint added, peeking out of the closet to stare down the hall where Phys Ed laid in a crumpled heap of swearing.
"So, uh...little girls room?" Jubilee asked.
Then for the second time that day the Hulk Alarm went off, right around the moment they saw Phys Ed flying down the hall. With another thunderous crack Thor followed.
"You know what, there's a great Shawarma place just around the corner. I don't know about you but I could use a bite." Clint offered.
"I could eat." Jubilee pipped in, both turning a quick about face and walking briskly to the elevator to share another look.
"Stairs?" Clint asked.
"Stairs." Jubilee agreed.
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