[A/N: Hey, guys. I just got a free time to continue the story and yes, I'm very happy. Anyway, sorry if I didn't update right away. School works were sucking the life out of me but I think I'm kind of okay now. AND... AND... I just discovered a store that sells Iron Man comics and each issue costs $15. And the X-Men package with 3 issues costs $30. I'm so happyyyyyyyy! Well, I really need to stop talking now. Aheeeeee!]

Disclaimer: I own none of them but I'm doing my best to own Jeremy's arms. Wish

me luck!

Clint woke up as soon as the sun started to rise in Manhattan. Cursing, he slowly rubbed his eyes and walked over to the glass where the view of the city is visible. The calm and peaceful city before him made him sigh. It was so beautiful. Why can't the world be like this all the time? Why does it need to be treated like a playground by these creatures from other planets and galaxies? By people who, instead of taking good care of our world, try to destroy it? Why can't the world be normal? Why can't his life be normal? Why can't he be... Normal?

"Normal," he chuckled darkly while shaking his head. Nothing's normal in his life. He lives with people who are considered as heroes. Even he, himself, is considered as a life saver. And that makes him laugh because he kills people and it's like just part of his life. He had seen these creatures who lived worlds away from them and heck, he even killed some of them.

He exhaled and massaged his neck. "This isn't the time to think about that stupid and heartless god," he thought. Remembering what happened in the past only makes him feel weak but sometimes, he just can't stop his mind from playing the scenes. He opened the door and went out of his room. He saw his male team mates talking again. Bruce placed his newspaper down on the table and smiled at Clint who sat next to Steve.

"Good Morning, Barton," the doctor said as he adjusted his eyeglasses. Clint smiled at him and greeted him also. Tony handed him a mug which he accepted immediately.

"Had a great sleep?," Steve asked, looking at the guy sitting next to him.

"Not that great but it was okay. Woke up 5 times."

"Why?"

"Conscience," Clint answered, chuckling. The guys shook their heads, sad that their friend still blames himself for what happened. They know he was referring to what happened during the time when he was under Loki's order. Silence invaded the room as the three exchanged weary looks. The archer, not oblivious of what's happening around him, cleared his throat.

"So, Tony. How's the thing?"

The billionaire looked at him, confused. "What thing?"

"The thing."

"What thing are you talking about?"

"You know... The thing."

Bruce widened his eyes, trying to catch Tony's attention. The philanthropist tilted his head to the right side, doing his best to remember what the guy is talking about. Steve, on the other hand, looked alarmed when Tony still couldn't reply to what Barton said. He is starting to wonder why this guy is considered as a genius when he can't even understand what the archer is referring to.

"Stark? Stark?" Clint raised his eyebrows. Tony was about to ask again when Bruce coughed but it came out as "the thing thing". Clint looked at the doctor and mouthed, "what?". Tony, finally realizing what that thing is, formed an O with his mouth. He started to laugh and said, "Oh. That thing. It's doing good."

"Is it doing that good that you even forgot it?" Clint interrogated, suspicious of Tony's response.

Tony laughed again. "I have so many things to do. You can't just expect a billionaire like me to always keep track on things, Legolas."

"Really?"

"Of course. Though I know you don't know how it feels because you're not a billionaire. You are not even a millionaire." Tony walked over to the sink and washed the mug he used. He faced his friends and saw two of them shaking their heads. Clint, whose eyebrows were raised, was about to talk when Tony interrupted him. "Don't even try to defend yourself."

Clint rolled his eyes and started to drink his coffee. "Jerk."

"Oh hi, Romanoff." Tony smiled and Clint turned around. He almost spat the liquid out that was in his mouth when he saw Natasha, who was only wearing a tank top and shorts. Steve laughed, tapping his shoulder. The assassin only shook her head and sat down next to her partner. "Are you okay, Barton? Long time no sex?"

Natasha threw a spoon at Tony who just laughed. Clint looked at his partner and he raised his eyebrows at her. She mirrored his expression. "Are you okay, Barton?"

"I think you're asking the wrong question. Are YOU okay?"

"Always."

"Why are you dressed like that?"

"Any problem?"

"No but it looks so... Weird."

"It does?"

"Ohhhh. Their subtle way of expressing how they want to bang each other hard." Tony interjected, laughing at them. The assassins shot him dirty looks and he stopped.

"Well, I have to agree with Barton. What's the reason behind your change of style?" Bruce asked, looking at Natasha. She smiled and replied, "mission".

The guys, except Barton, nodded. He, on the other hand, asked her. "What are you going to do?"

"Track down this guy who kidnaps people and make them his sex slaves."

"People? Sex slaves?" Bruce reacted.

"He's bisexual."

"What's that?" The man who was frozen for 70 years asked.

"A bisexual is a person who likes both sexes."

"That's disgusting. I mean making people his sex slaves not the fact that he is bisexual. Isn't that dangerous?" Steve asked.

"That's why they're sending me there, Cap."

"And you'll go as?" Tony sat down beside Bruce.

"As this woman who likes partying and having one night stands."

"Oh. Would love to witness that." Tony replied, smirking. Natasha stepped on his foot and he yelped.

"Bet you want to be Barton right now." She said and the males looked at him.

"What do you mean?" Clint asked, lost and very confused.

"You're going with me, Hawkeye."