OKAY ! only because someone asked I decided to expand (;

I lie, I wanted to, i just hate to post and then it be forever untill another chapter is posted... waiting adds to the anticipation but sometimes you just loose readers :( any way Hope you enjoy this. I tried to make a paring that you wouldnt really expect, but thats hard when theres only 6 main characters (:

any way ready set read (:

There was a bump next door to his room. If it had been down stairs, he could have blamed it on Tony doing something crazy in his lab, but this one had been familiar. This sound had been happening around the same time the last few nights and this time seemed no better than any other to see what was going on. Clint rolled out of bed, stealth mode turned off and walked to the room next to his.

He cracked the door knowing that the captain didn't usually have women out this late and that he would be decent looking clothes wise.

The bed was empty. The sheets obviously tossed to the side in a fitful sleep. He scanned the room about to either one; chalk it up to the captains' bladder and leave or two; call it ghosts (in which case he would run) when he saw a trembling form leaning against the bed.

"Hey Steve, you okay?" he asked just watching as the captain ran his hand through his sweat drenched hair and trough the dark and silence said, "yah."

But he didn't move and that's what tipped the alarms in Clint's brain. The captain would always try to show he was okay, words weren't enough. He was a man of few words and many actions. he thought as he strode over to Steve and crouched near him.

"Are you sure you're alright? I mean you wanna talk about... Well ..." he made a circular gesture," about whatever happened? Or life in general?"

Clint face palmed internally, as if the things could get more awkward

Steve just looked at Clint. Not saying a word but gazing into somewhere deep inside him. He dropped his head and stared at his out stretched legs and muttered something so quiet it was almost inaudible.

"I lost everything." he said.

There was a sudden weight in the room and Clint faltered.

"I... I'm sorry , what?" he asked and Steve repeated himself putting his fists over his eyes and rubbing, hard.

"I've lost everything, and not that I don't appreciate you guys, but I miss home, and believe it or not, I miss the war."

Clint sat next to Steve drawing his knees into his chest, knowing that this would be a while.

"I miss the lack of technology, the guns and grenades." he continued. "The way people would call each other and talk," he paused and took a deep breath, "Peggy, and Bucky."

And as if the weight wasn't heavy enough in the room , it felt like something stomped on Clints chest.

"I feel so alone now, I feel like I'm not myself and that so many people died because of my actions, and I should have been the one to save them."

No one knows that feeling better than Clint and it upsets him.

"You feel alone! You feel like people died because of you?!" Clint started with whispered outrage. "Your not alone in this Steve, you have a team now. You weren't only defrosted to be S.H.I.E.L.D's toy. You are here to be a part of a team." as his anger slipped away he leaned back next to Steve scrubbing his hand over his face.

"I'm sorry for snapping at you, it's just... You're not alone, ever," Clint stumbled over his words and his eyes went dark and cold. "you're not alone, you're not the only one who feels like he could have saved people."

Steve just looked at Clint, watching his every move. He realized he could have been a little selfish saying those things, but didn't realize they had such an impact on him. At the leader of the Avengers he is supposed to know everyone in the group, but it seems he was about to learn something new about Clint.

Clints body stiffened and his eyes glazed over as he thought about what had happened with the whole Loki situation. "I was disconnected too," cap did the right thing by letting him finish before he asked questions

"Loki took over my mind, and I fought agents I had befriended, a-and Fury," he dropped his shoulders, "and Natasha."

Things for Steve started to line up. He understood now the point behind Clints outburst.

"Clint I understand this is ironic for me to say, and the most used cliché in the book, but there is no way that could have been your fault." Steve put his hands on his head as did Clint and they sat there wishing they could have done something.

And in the end you may have to blow the situation off with something like "shit happens" not because you don't care but because there is no use in fighting your past demons.

"Steve," Clint called. "Steve!" this time with more force he called Steve again trying to be heard over the loud swing music playing in the gym.

How anyone could work out to that was beyond him but that wasn't why he came down here, though he was more of an "eye of the tiger" kind of guy

Steve stopped punching at the bag hanging from the ceiling, sparing it the outcome of its brothers before him that lay slouched against the wall.

"Yes Barton" Steve asked as JARVIS quieted the music to a nice background level.

"You throw that damn shield, and it hits its target every time , no matter what. How ?" the question came as a tiny bit of a surprise to Steve, he wasn't prepared for it.

"Well," he started, as he began unwrapping his hands and grabbed his water bottle. "You might laugh, but I guess I just have faith." Steve shrugged his shoulders and took a drink of his water.

Clint on the other hand stood almost flabbergasted. he means to tell me he has faith in his shield?!

"You mean to tell me you have faith in that shield?" Steve shrugged again.

"I guess, I have been through a lot with this shield and I figure why doubt our coupling now, or when we are in the field? So yah I have faith in not only my shield, but myself."

Clint ran his hand through his hair and watched as Steve sat on a bench to put away his gear.

"Why do you ask?" Clint had thought of so many things to say to hide the truth but because the good cap had shared his problems with him he figured one more thing for Steve to add to a file on the archer couldn't hurt much more.

"I-I guess I'm afraid that one day one of my arrows might, well crap out on me." it's a valid fear right? I mean I can be afraid of something that seems trivial right? I'm not afraid of spiders, Parker is actually a close friend of the Avengers. So it's cool then. Right? after feeling so unsure of what he was saying he wasn't so sure what else to say, and the look on captains face wasn't helping.

"Care to speak up? Now is a good time." now he just felt stupid. I'm like one of the best archers EVER I could be an Olympian. So why do I doubt myself? Oh yah that's right I've made some mistakes.

"Barton your one of the best archers out there, don't doubt yourself. If you're afraid you might mess up during a mission don't be. Just have some faith. You know what to do." with that Rodgers stood up with his duffel bag and left the archer, after smiling at him, to his own thoughts, alone in the gym.

For someone out of his time and, technicalities aside, the youngest member of the group, he sure gave some great advice.

When in doubt have faith and trust your instincts.

Well? i hope you guys liked it (: Its only 9 but it feels like is 2am so i think ill be done for tonight (:

comments for the aspiring writer (: please