Okay, so first off sorry for the wait, and I'm apologizing now for the chapter being so much shorter than the first one. I managed to get it over 1100 words, but that's it. Secondly, could you guys be any more amazing? So many readers, and I got 14 reviews, 12 faves, and 5 follows already. And one review, two faves, and a follow were while I was writing the next chapter. :) Thank you guys so much! 13 of you asked me to continue, and all of you made me so happy. To:

everyone who reviewed, favorited, and/or followed- Thank you! I honestly did not expect this much of a response for this fic, and you surprised me! THANK YOU! :D

Fyroni- Thank you for being my first reviewer! You gave me more of a response than most people would give, so thanks!

mythologyrox- Hehe. Here you go. :P

Oblivian03- Yeah, I always think they get along so well. And I hope so.

terrik33- So I'm kind of leaving how Clint got adopted open ended so you can fill it in with your imagination. I'm not really sure, I may end up explaining it later in the story.

And everyone else who reviewed, thank you so much! I hope you enjoy this next chapter.

Also, I am treating the last chapter as a prologue (yup, a bit long for one, but whatever :P). And if you've forgotten, I am putting a six year age difference between Tony and Clint so that I can explore their relationship a bit more.

I do not own The Avengers.

We Will Go On: Chapter One

He wasn't sure how it happened, but for some reason when Tony woke up, he found himself still on the couch, collapsed with his head tilting gently to the side, resting on Clint's blond hair. His arm was around the younger man's shoulders while Clint had somehow managed to tuck his body into Tony's, soft snores coming from his mouth every couple of minutes and making Tony grin without really realizing what he was doing. To be completely honest, his brother looked adorable with mussed hair from sleep, mouth slightly open and in dark purple sweats and an Arrow T-shirt. Even at twenty-four and with more scars than Tony would like to know about, he somehow conveyed that look of innocence in his sleep that he had failed at years ago.

The brunette didn't even think that he may look (almost) the same in red sweats, socks, and Iron Man T-shirt, still with a sleepy look in his eyes that wouldn't go away until he found the coffee stash that he knew Pepper had hidden in the kitchen. At the thought of coffee, he carefully extracted himself from Clint's side and made his way through the doorway to the kitchen. Needless to say, he was still searching thirty minutes later when the archer walked in, already awake enough to have the clarity that Tony was missing.

With a snicker at his older brother's coffee-ridden look, Clint walked to the cabinet directly below the coffee maker and opened it to reveal what he was certain Tony was in dire need of. Tony gaped at him, mumbling a, "How'd you...?", before making a beeline to the cabinet.

Clint rolled his eyes. "Tony, even Thor knows enough to guess that that the coffee would be below the coffee maker. Please explain to me how you didn't?"

The self-proclaimed genius shook his head, not ready to answer before he'd had his coffee. He didn't even know how Clint was this awake at seven in the morning. Still, to Tony's relief, it didn't take long for he himself to wake up and plop himself down in a chair at the table. Not ready to talk just yet, he took a few sips of the hot liquid before finally opening his mouth.

"Pepper said she hid it. Usually, she does what she says she did. I'm excused."

Clint shook his head. "Tony, she probably said she hid it so that you would think she did. In reality, she just kept it in the same place."

"Huh."

"Huh is right." Clint agreed, snatching a coke from the fridge before seating himself on the corner, legs crossed in the classic 'criss cross applesauce' pose.

At the sight of the soda, Tony shook his head, wagging a finger at Clint at the same time. "Nuh uh, mister. No soda before noon."

The blond gave him a disbelieving look. "Seriously? Now that you've decided to actually act like my brother, the first thing you do is scold me for my choice of drink?" And, being Clint, he followed his short speech with popping the tab on the can and taking a long drink.

At the sight, Tony leapt from his chair in indignation. "Hey! Did you not just hear me? I'm pretty sure I read somewhere that that stuff'll stunt your growth." He took in his brother's size, blinked, and then continued. "Although I think you're too late. Nothing can save you now."

"Tony, you do realize that I know you've drunk alcohol at five in the morning before? And insulting my height is going too far."

"Nothing is ever going too far." Tony argued. "And I've been thinking..."

"Did it hurt?" Clint asked.

Rolling his eyes, Tony replied. "Real immature, Robin Hood. As I was saying, what's your last name? Cause we adopted you, and knowing my dad he would like people to know who you were. I mean, it isn't still Barton, is it? It's gotta be, say, Stark, or Barton-Stark, or Stark-Barton, or something like that, right?"

"Well, yeah." Clint said. "It's Barton-Stark, but only Phil and Fury knew because I wanted to keep it a secret. Plus, you could imagine how agents would react if they heard me being called 'Agent Barton-Stark'. Not only is it too long, but they'd probably have a heart attack knowing I was related to you. And that would not look good in my file."

Tony laughed. "Oh, yeah. I can see that. 'Clinton Francis Barton-Stark. High profile agent and Avenger. Accidentally killed multiple SHIELD agents through use of heart attack causing words.' I can see how that wouldn't go over well with the boss."

He grinned as Clint laughed, the smile spreading across the other's face making him feel as if he was finally doing something right. Something that felt like he should be doing it correctly instead of the scrappy jobs that he usually did. And maybe being a brother wouldn't be so bad. Maybe they would both learn and-

"Hey, guys." Steve said as he wandered in, making a beeline for the fridge.

"Capsicle, you ruined my thoughts!" Tony cried.

"You were thinking?" Natasha asked as she followed the captain into the kitchen, already in jeans and a T-shirt with a jacket over top. "How much did it hurt?"

Tony gaped at the redhead in disbelief. "This is unbelievable! How can you both do that?" He huffed. "From here on out, ganging up on others is forbidden in this tower unless I'm the one doing the ganging up on."

The brunette watched as Clint rolled his eyes and hopped down from the counter, tossing an empty can into the recycling bin. "Sorry, Tony, but I doubt that'll actually happen. Besides, it's fun to watch you squirm."

"No, no, no, no!" Tony protested. "This isn't how it's supposed to happen. I don't care if you and Ms. Redhead over there are together, you're my brother, you're supposed to-" He stopped at the stunned looks on half of the people in the room and looked on as Clint shook his head in disbelief. He really should have told him he couldn't keep a secret.

"What?" The voice sounded from the entryway, and Tony turned to see Bruce standing there, the same look on his face as Steve and Natasha's. "You're brothers? Since when?"

Tony groaned. "This was not how you were supposed to find out."

Okay, so updates for this fic may be slow. I'll be starting school soon and I have sports and homework, as well as other fics that I'll be trying to update. Just know that the greater the response is, the more likely this will be the one being updated. It just ends up that way, even if I don't mean to do it.

So please review! And I hope you enjoyed. :)