OMG I'm so sorry I haven't updated in ages, I'm a failure! Unfortunately my friend who beta's this is on holiday but as soon as she gets back this will be updated and corrected, this will probably happen this time next week haha! Anyways I'm sorry you guys and I'm sorry Pietro... I'm a cruel person lol!

It had been around two weeks since Pietro woke up when he began his and Wanda's journey to Clint's home. Thanks to his extremely fast metabolism, he'd recovered a lot quicker than anyone else might have, but he still wasn't on top form. Natasha was flying them over to Clint's, due to that fact that he had to fly out to meet his wife and newborn son, Nathaniel.

The trio were around three quarters of the way through their journey.

"What does this do? What about this?" Pietro pointed frantically at various buttons and knobs.

"Pietro stop and sit down!" Natasha had preferred it when Pietro was asleep for the first two hours. He'd now unfortunately woken up and was restless from spending so long in bed.

Pietro shuffled over to the seat next to his sister. She looked up at him and shook her head before reaching into her pack and pulling out a book that she had taken from Stark's tower. She handed it to her brother, who looked at in disgust.

"What are you giving me this for?" He chucked the book back at Wanda. She picked it back up and handed it to Pietro again.

"Just read it, it'll be a long time before we touch down and you'll get bored!" and went back to her own book.

"But reading is boring!" Pietro threw his hands up in the air like a toddler, and looked back to his sister. "And anyway, why would I want to read a book about fairies? I'm not a girl." He slouched back in his chair, scowling.

"Pietro don't be so childish! Some men like reading books about fairies, like Sam..." Wanda smirked at her brother who let out a sigh of frustration. He got back up and started pacing around the jet sighing and mumbling to himself. A few moments later Natasha was standing in front of him, blocking his path.

"Pietro, I swear to God, if you don't stop feeling sorry for yourself I will drop you off right below our feet and you can find your own way back!" Without waiting for a reaction, Natasha headed back to the pilot's seat and sat down with a sigh.

Pietro decided that now would be a good idea to try go back to sleep.

Pietro woke with a start, sitting up carefully so as to avoid any pain in his chest. It still hadn't fully healed. It wasn't until he got up that he realised that he was no longer in the quinjet, but in a small room with walls the colour of cream and chocolate. He sat on the edge of the bed for a minute to allow his head to stop spinning, before getting up and leaving the room. As he went out the door he could hear faint voices down the hallway, and Pietro headed towards them. He found himself standing before a door, and nudging it open a crack he worked out that it was a kitchen. Pietro poked his head round the door, and saw his sister, Clint, a woman he didn't recognise and two children all sitting around a big table. There was a huge bowl of what looked like stew in the middle, and they were all digging into it.

"Pietro! Why don't you come join us instead of peeking round the door?" It was Clint, raising his glass to Pietro who was now walking over to the table, before taking a drink. Pietro took an empty chair next to Wanda and sat down, looking at his empty bowl.

"Well let me introduce you," Clint began, "This is my wife Laura."

Laura gave a warm smile and waved at Pietro.

Clint continued, "This is Cooper, my eldest son. My daughter Lila," he paused to gesture, "and my youngest son Nathaniel is in the cot over by the sofa!"

Pietro looked around at the sofa and cot. When he turned back around, Cooper and Lila were waving frantically at him.

Clint carried on, "Lila, Cooper and Laura, this is Pietro!"

Pietro smiled at them all, suddenly aware that he had not yet spoken. "Hi, it's great to meet you all!" Then he picked up his bowl, "and it's really great to meet this stew!" He got a look from Wanda. "So..."

Laura laughed. "By all means Pietro, help yourself. You must be famished!"

When dinner was finished, everyone but Laura and Nathaniel went to sit in the living room. Cooper and Lila were watching TV whilst Clint was reading his book. Wanda was playing on her iPad and Pietro was drifting back off to sleep again on the sofa.

"Would anyone like coffee?" Clint asked, still reading. Wanda looked up from her iPad and nodded. She used a pen to poke Pietro who was drifting off. He was jolted awake, before falling back down onto the sofa.

"Ow that hurt! What do you want, sis?" Pietro looked to where Wanda was sitting.

"Clint asked if you wanted coffee. It looks like you could use the caffeine!" Wanda let out a small chuckle and returned to looking at her iPad. Pietro responded to Clint's question with a yes.

Clint smiled and left for the kitchen, returning ten minutes later with a tray of 6 cups and a big cafetière. He set down two extravagant hot chocolates with marshmallows on top in front of Lila and Cooper who started drinking then immediately. He then passed two empty mugs to Pietro and Wanda.

"I would have made them for you but I don't know what you actually like, so there is milk and sugar. Help yourself!" Clint then picked up his own coffee, watching how the guests made theirs so that he could do it for them in the future. Laura then appeared in the doorway minus Nathaniel, picked her coffee up from the tray and sat down next to Clint, looking tired.

"That's the longest it's taken him to fall asleep" Laura said taking a sip of her coffee.

"I'll do it next time if you want?" Clint placed his arm around Laura bringing her into a hug "or we could get the twins to do it!" Both Pietro and Wanda looked up at Clint in confusion, before they could speak Laura replied to Clint's idea.

"You know what, hon? I don't think that's the best idea. No offence to you two!" She looked over to Pietro and Wanda who shook their heads to show that no offence was taken. "They only just got here and I don't think they really have any knowledge on what to do!"

"Honey I was only joking, I'd never leave them to look after our little rascals!"

Cooper and Lila looked up before glaring at their father for calling them rascals. Pietro and Wanda laughed at their reactions.

"Right kids, have you two finished your drinks because it's nearly time for bed!"

Lila and Cooper both nodded their heads before placing their empty cups back on the tray, then ran upstairs yelling goodnight as they went. Clint then looked to Pietro and Wanda. "Are you two finished? I know it's not late but I think you ought to get to bed early tonight. You've had a long journey -and Pietro's practically asleep already!"

Wanda put her empty cup on the tray shortly followed by Pietro, who looked back over to Clint.

"Do we have to go to bed now? It's only nine o'clock!" He slouched back down onto the sofa waiting for Clint's answer.

"Pietro, I would say yes but have you seen the state of you? You have the biggest bags under your eyes, I would recommend you go to bed and when you look better you can stay up later!"

Pietro nodded slowly before getting up and heading towards his room.

"Fine. Old man!"

"Oi! Just go to bed!" Clint turned to look at Laura. "And you thought Nathaniel was hard to get to bed!"

Clint woke suddenly to the sound of screaming. He pushed himself up and out of bed leaving Laura to sleep. As he approached Nathaniel's cot, he noticed that the baby was sound asleep. The screaming had stopped, but it could have been Nathaniel. It had been drilled into Clint's head that Nathaniel was the only one who screamed, but it seemed that wasn't the case tonight. Clint decided to check on the others.

He went to Cooper, Lila and Wanda's rooms and all of them were fast asleep, unperturbed by the screams. Clint began to wonder if he had imagined it. There was just one last room to check and that was Pietro's. He made his way downstairs towards Pietro's room, stopping outside to listen for any noise. After standing there for around a minute and not hearing anything he knocked on the door.

"Pietro are you awake?" Clint waited before there came a muffled reply.

"No… What do you think?"

Clint could hear the sadness and tiredness in Pietro's voice.

"Can I come in?"

After what seemed like forever there was a reluctant "yes," and Clint pushed open the door. He found Pietro curled up in the corner of his bed, shaking, with tears falling down his cheeks. Clint sat down on the edge of the bed and turned to look at Pietro. They sat in silence for about a minute, while Pietro composed himself.

"It felt so real I could feel them. It hurt and... it still hurts." Pietro gulped, wiped his eyes, and opened his mouth to speak again but no sound came out. Instead he shuddered, a strained sort of squeal escaping his lips. Fresh tears streamed down his cheeks, his body beginning to rock.

Clint edged closer, unsure how to react. He reached a hand out to the boy's shoulder, and Pietro's head snapped back up.

"Why do I still feel it?!" He was almost wailing.

Clint let out a breath that he had involuntarily been holding back. His eyes widened, full of concern, as he racked his brains for an appropriate answer, but it looked like Pietro's question was rhetorical.

"Still... F-f-feel... Sti-" Before he could finish he had broken out in a new wave of tears and was sobbing uncontrollably into his hands.

Clint shuffled next to Pietro and pulled him into a hug. Pietro slumped his head on Clint's shoulder and continued to cry.

Here we go, these are going to be a long few weeks before this dies down, thought Clint, but he kept it to himself. Instead, he said to Pietro, "I know it's been a while now, but does it still hurt to move?" Pietro nodded on Clint's shoulder.

"Why didn't you say so?" Clint pushed Pietro back to look at his face, and Pietro let out a hiss, scrunching his face up in pain.

Clint hoped silently that Pietro was only this emotional because he was tired.

"I-I didn't want to-to be a burden" Pietro stuttered before leaning his head back down on to Clint's shoulder.

"What makes you think that you're a burden?!" Clint asked, his voice full of surprise, still shocked at the new side of Pietro he was seeing; usually so relaxed and composed, eyes full of mischief.

"Well you-you've been kind enough to let me an-and Wanda stay h-h-here and I-I don't want to ma-make your life any h-harder" Clint pulled Pietro back into a hug holding him tight in an attempt to comfort him as he sobbed.

"You and Wanda could never be a burden, don't ever think that! Now, before you get too comfy, would you like some painkillers to ease the pain in your chest?" There was a snuggle from Pietro, which Clint took to be a yes, and went to fetch a glass of water and the box of painkillers. He then made his way back to Pietro's room, half expecting Pietro to have huddled up back into a ball, but he was still sat upright. Clint placed the glass on the bedside table, and proceeded to get two tablets out of the box.

Mind you, would he need more than two because of his metabolism? Clint thought to himself, but passed the tablets to Pietro who grabbed the glass from the side.

"Do you want to swallow them or diss- oh ok…" Before Clint could finish his sentence Pietro had swallowed the pills, taken a swig of water and laid back down to face the wall, the glass back on the side.

"Pietro? Are you... ok?" Clint was becoming more and more confused by Pietro's attitude every second.

"I'm fine, go back to bed, I am sorry for bothering you". Clint could hear the embarrassment laced in Pietro's voice, who had probably just come to terms with what had happened.

Clint got up slowly and walked out the room closing the door behind him, once outside he let out a small sigh before returning upstairs. When he entered his bedroom he was met by his wife wearing a confused face.

"Where did you go?" Laura asked taking a sip of water from her bedside table.

"Pietro -he had a nightmare of Sokovia, and his chest still hurts when he moves. It'll pass though, just expect it every now and then!" Clint turned to give Laura a sad smile.

"Anyway, I'm going to go to sleep!" Clint said as he laid back down under the sheets, and Laura did the same.

"Night honey"

"Night hawky"

Just as they turned the light back off, Nat let out a small cry.

"Your turn!" they both said in unison.

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