The first thing Nicholette noticed upon waking was her pounding headache. Second was that she was still wearing her shoes, although that was not noticed until she tried to get of bed. Falling to the ground was not the best way to start off her morning. Picking herself off of the ground she took a moment to unbuckle, and kick off her heels. Glancing around the unfamiliar room, she spotted Clint sprawled across a loveseat located in the corner of the room. Spotting a dresser, she crossed, hopping over clothes and arrows that littered the floor. She could only guess that this was Clint's room. Sliding the drawer open, Nicki picked out a pair of boxers and a tee shirt before retreating into the shower that the bedroom offered.
Climbing into the shower, the water was turned on and she started to detangle her hair, and wash away the lingering scent of vodka and sweat. This also gave her time to think.
The last time the Nicki had seen her brother, was right after the Battle of New York. He had called her and wanted to talk, them never actually being on the right terms. He had tried to reconnect and become the big brother that he was meant to be. In retrospect, she wished she had let him. Although it was still better that they weren't, her life was too chaotic. She moved too much for any stable relationship and therefore limited herself to one night stands and a trail of broken hearts. She partied too hard, and drunk to forget her past. Sighing she turned off the water, and dried herself off, slipping into the clothes she stole from Clint. Walking out the bath, she noticed the Clint was no longer on the sofa.
Grabbing her cell phone and tucking it into the waistband of the boxers, she exited the room in search of coffee. Thin fingers fiddled with the hem of the borrowed shirt, and she lifted it, tying it into a knot at the small of her waist. Following the sound of clinking plates, she eventually found her way to the dining area, where the twins sat eating breakfast. Clint stood in front of the coffee pot. Picking a mug off the counter, she reached past her brother to grab the pot.
"How are you feeling Nicki?" Clint asked sipping his own coffee.
"What do you care?" came the short reply. The twins looked at each other, Wanda in particular feeling the tension between the two.
"Cause you were pretty drunk last night. I mean you were drunk enough to call me." Ignoring Clint, Nicki reached for the bottle of Whiskey that sat on the counter. "What do you think your doing?" Clint intercepted.
"Making Irish Coffee. Now give it." to which Clint replied a simple 'no'. Which initiated a staredown between the two blondes.
"What is the point of whisky in coffee?" A thick male accent interrupted the staredown that was occurring between the Barton siblings. Turning, Nicki stared at the other siblings in the room and spoke,
"Cause I've decided to stay a little drunk forever. Sorry we haven't been introduced, in Nicholette Barton."
"We know, we met last night." Wanda answered, meanwhile Pietro said,
"I am Pietro and she is Wanda. Maximoff."
"Oh. Nice to meet you guys. Sorry about last night."
"It is all good, everyone gets a little drunk sometimes." Pietro smiled, shoving a spoonful of cereal into his mouth.
"Yeah, but not every damn night." Clint scoffed from behind his coffee mug. Nicki spun, her wet hair spinning over her shoulder.
"Wanna go big boy?" The blonde hollered, pointing her coffee mug in Clint's direction.
"I'd be surprised if your sober enough to even fight!"
"Please I could kick your ass while blackout drunk!" The two Bartons continued to yell at each other, while Wanda spoke up.
"You fight too?"
"No" Clint spoke, while Nicki answered 'Yes' at the same time.
"I use to."
"Why did you stop?" Pietro questioned, standing to discard his empty bowel.
"That would be a question for Clint." Nicki waved her arm in Clint's direction, hot coffee slipping out of the mug and onto Clint's chest. "Whoops." She gave her brother a falsely apologetic smile, and began to chuckle. Pietro began to laugh loudly, as Clint launched himself at his younger sister. Nicki dropped her mug and darted out of the way, jumping on top of the counter that Wanda was still sitting at. The two stood off, Nicki on the counter and Clint crounched on the floor. Wanda eyed them, wondering if she should get out of the way. Nicki raised her hand and gave her brother the 'come at me' gesture. Clint threw himself at Nicki. Pietro sped across the room and moved Wanda out of the way of the quarrel. Nicki sliped out from underneath of Clint, and grabbed a vase that was sitting on the table. She swing it at the archer's head, but Wanda pulled it from her grasp with her powers. Finding her weapon now gone, she threw a punch, catching Clint on the side of his face. Clint grabbed a handful of pebbles from a decorative bowel before launching them at his younger sister. Pietro grabbed them out of the air, before they could hit so Clint settled for tackling his sister over the couch.
"What the hell is happening in here?" Everyone froze and looked up to see Tony Stark.
"Well you see , they are having a little fight." Pietro spoke up.
"A little fight? You guys have nearly destroyed the kitchen, not to mention that Legolas has a bloody lip." Stark toed Clint off of Nicki, and picked both of them up.
"Well no need to worry about it, I'm leaving as soon as I get Nat to give me a ride home." Nicki, walked away pouring herself another cup of coffee.
"I don't think she'll agree to that." Stark noted. Nicki looked up and gave Tony a look of confusion.
"Why? Trust me, nobody wants her around here." Clint spoke, dropping onto the couch, "She's too much to handle."
"Well, Natasha's nominated her to become apart of the new Avenger Program."
So, I don't want Clint to seem like a dick, and he won't to the others, but him and his sister have some serious issues. So they just really hate each other, and that's why they're both so bitchy when together. They are two different people when they are apart as you'll see in the next chapter.