Heeeyyy guise. I've been editing and reediting everything. So the chapters are pretty off until I finish editing. I hope you guys like ittttt :)
My computer has been doing some really retarded stuff, like, no lie.
Idk whats going on with it -_-
I have been changing this chapter a lot and this is a re-do.
I hope you like. :)
Lots of Love,
Courtney :)
*Third Person POV; Top Floor of the Tower after Stint leaves*
"So Hawkeye, he's pretty attractive," Stark said, nudging Natasha. She rolled her eyes and shoved him.
"Your point? I can't be with him. Dating a teammate is dangerous, Stark.."
"But fucking a teammate isn't."
"Stark, why don't you go for him?" Bruce said, speaking up.
"I'd fuck him," Stark said, taking a drink of his whiskey.
"You would have relations with anything that moved, Tony," Thor said, laughing. Stark and Natasha laughed as well.
"Who cares? That kid is one hot piece of ass, I would destroy him."
"Stark, stop talking about him like that. He's new. Don't scare him off. Plus you're being disrespectful. You don't even know him," Natasha said, crossing her arms.
"Tash, when have I cared?" He asked cockily, taking another drink of his whiskey.
But he should've cared. Little did they know, Jarvis was letting Captain and Clint hear everything...
*Back to Clint's POV; In the pool room*
"Who cares? That kid is one hot piece of ass, I would destroy him." I blushed as Jarvis was letting us hear what they were saying about me, upon Captain's request.
"C-Captain?!" He was slack-jawed at Tony's words. I blushed and tugged on my sleeves.
"I'll-I'll talk to him. Clint, don't worry." I sat down on the floor, pulling my shoes and socks off and rolling my pants up. I stuck my feet in the pool and sighed.
"Thanks, Cap. Can...Can I call you Cap?"
"Of course." He came over and sat down next to me, making my heart beat a little faster. I tried to will the thought of him out of my mind. You're straight, Clint. You like girls, remember? I thought to myself. He leaned back on his arms, and looked at the ceiling. I kicked my feet and looked at him.
"Hey cap?"
"Hmm?"
"What's your real name?" He opened his eyes and looked at me.
"...What's your real name?" I laughed softly.
"You know mine, Cap."
"I know. I'll tell you my name on one condition." I froze.
"Wh-What...what condition?"
"Tell me something about your past."
"My dad died when I was six. There you go." I just got as fast as I could, but, unfortunately, Captain is faster. He grabbed my arm.
"Clint, you know that's not what I meant." I pulled out of his grip.
"Yeah, but, I don't like talking about my past, Captain, sorry." He went to touch my shoulder and I jerked away as fast as I could.
"Clint-"
"Please don't touch me!" I yelled, tears welling in my eyes. I blinked them away.
"Clint, please, sit down and relax. You don't have to tell me anything." I took a deep breathe and held my head, rocking back and forth.
"Captain, don't-don't let him touch me, please.." I muttered.
"Don't let who touch you?"
"H-HIM.."
*Flashback*
"Daddy? Daddy, what's going on?" I yelled. I was 6, and my dad had just been shot.
"Clint, come here, hurry." I ran over to him, scared.
"Daddy? Are you okay?"
"Daddy's...Daddy's going away, for awhile.." he said, tears in his eyes. "Up in Daddy's room, under his bed, is a bow and arrows. Go get that. It's for you."
"Daddy, where are you going?!"
"Clint, get away from him!" My mother yelled, the ambulance pulling up. I ran to her and cried as they picked my father up and placed him on the stretcher. I ran into my house and up the stairs to my father's room, and looked under the bed. The bow and arrows was right there. I snatched them and hid them in my closet.
"I love you Daddy," I whispered, looking out the window and watching the ambulence speed away; watching my mother drop to the ground on her knees; watch all the people outside. I decided right then and there, that I would use the bow and arrows, just for my father.
*Flashback over*
I felt tears streaming down my face and Captain rubbing my back.
"Wh-What just happened?"
"You...you told me about your dad.." He wiped his eyes; there were tears in them.
"I-I'm sorry for bothering you with this, I didn't mean-"
"Clint, relax."
"It's hard to talk about my past, Cap.."
"Steve." I looked at him questioningly.
"Er...Steve?"
"That's my name. Steve." He grabbed my hand and squeezed it gently. I felt a little rush of happiness surge through me. I shook my head and quickly got rid of that. He's probably not even gay, I thought. N-Neither am I though, so, it doesn't really matter, I thought.
"Oh...Steve," I said, smiling at him.
"Yes. Clint, if you need to talk, do not hesitate to knock on my door. It's always open. And if it's not...knock." He smiled and stood up.
"Thank you, Capt- Steve," I said, correcting myself. He looks like a Steve..
