See disclaimer in chap one :)

Author Note: Just going to explain a few things quickly :) okay... I have named the chapter after what episode of Earth's Mightiest Heroes they would coincide with. I'm trying to make it accurate. Secondly, there is going to dialogue and action from the show throughout most chapters. I do not claim ownership of this and am merely using it to show how the characters (which I also don't claim ownership of) are feeling in relation to the other. Also, do you guys want some dirty scenes between Jan and Clint? Please review and tell me or pm me. I love getting your thoughts on the fic. Any other questions will be answered too! Otherwise enjoy and pretty please review! Let me know what you think! :)x

Name: Janet Van Dyne
Codename: Wasp

8:55 am

"Yes- yes-oh-YES!" I cried, bouncing up and down. Hawkeye bounced with me, our bodies rubbing against each other. The door opened and we immediately looked.

"Don't you have anything better to do than play video games?" asked Black Panther from the door. I looked to Hawkeye from my place next to him, shrugged and then looked back to T'Challa.

"Not really." Said Hawkeye. Black Panther rolled his eyes and left, the door banging slightly as he closed it. I laughed loudly, smiling at my fourth straight victory.

"You really suck at this," I said, putting my controller down and flopping backwards onto Hawkeye's bed. He glared at me and I winked. "Like, really really suck at it." I emphasised as he dropped his controller on the floor.

"Do you want me to tickle you again?" he threatened and I immediately shut up. Clint grinned and sat down next to me, his eyes trailing over my body.

It was our second week of casually sleeping together and our fellow Avengers were none the wiser. Things were going well – it didn't affect our crime fighting abilities nor was our friendship any different. Except that we now spent more time with each other. Both Hawkeye and I hoped the others put it down to Clint being the one who comforted me when Hank left so I was naturally clinging to him.

I hated being put in the "typical woman" position. Luckily, Hawkeye never treated me that way.

Namely out of fear, I'm sure.

Although there were moments, much like this one, where Clint made me feel beautiful and desirable without treating me any differently. By him simply letting his eyes drift over me, I felt wanted.

"Hey, Hawkeye?" I said, worrying slightly about my question. His eyes immediately came to rest on my face. "What are we gunna do if someone finds out?" Clint smiled.

"This is gunna sound terribly cliché but Widow once said to me that you can't prepare for a battle if you don't know what enemies you're facing. I took it to mean that you just have to face each battle as it comes. I guess… I think that's what we should do here." I nodded and Clint smiled. "I'm gunna hit the training room for a bit – want to join me?" he asked after a few moments of comfortable silence. I shook my head and sat up.

"I think I'll hit the shower actually." I saw the familiar mischievous glint in Clint's eyes and I knew some flirty/seedy comment was coming.

"If you're in there too long I might just have to join you." I patted his cheek as I stood up, a smirk on my face.

"In your dreams, sweet heart." I couldn't help the extra little bit of swing in my hips as I walked out.

1:30 pm

I was sitting, bored, in the guest room Tony insisted I sleep in until my room was fixed. When he had suggested it I'd almost said:

"I don't a room – I'm sleeping in Hawkeye's."

Thank god that hadn't slipped out, right? However that was the truth – I'd slept in Hawkeye's bed for 6 or 7 nights. And before you judge me, no we hadn't had sex every night. And both of us were perfectly okay with that.

One night we played video games till like 3 in the morning. Another we watched my favourite movies and then the next we watched his.

He fell asleep during mine and I fell asleep during his. It was a fair deal.

A couple of nights we'd just stayed up late talking about whatever – I'd learned more about his growing up in a circus and he had asked me about my father and my life before Wasp.

Oh god. I sound like one of those teenage girls with a new crush. Ew. Just remember you promised no judgement. Let's move on…

There were two topics we both actively avoided for the other persons sake – Hank and Widow. However I did need to talk to someone about what happened. I was starting to feel a little crazy. Lucky for me (in some ways) I have monitor duty tonight and Carol is going to call. She can listen to me rant about Hank for an hour or two, right?

Now that I've thought about it, I don't actually think about Hank that much. It's more of this nagging frustration in the back of my mind that I need to get out. The person who I'd been thinking about a lot was Hawkeye. The little things he did – like if he needed to slip out somewhere in the morning and I was only half awake he always kissed my cheek or my temple. It made me feel less cheap when I woke up properly.

Or when we were fooling around, he always made sure I orgasmed – I couldn't work out if it was because it was hot for him or because he was a good guy. I leaned towards good guy as much as possible.

Another good guy trait (he has lots, I'm just pointing out the ones I've noticed recently) is that when we watched the movies, it wasn't like having a best friend sleep over. We weren't sitting beside each other, handing the popcorn back and forth. Hawkeye had his arms around me so I was leaning against him. The popcorn was easy to reach for both of us and when I was nearly asleep (on the night we watched his movies) he leant over and softly kissed my forehead. I swear to god I nearly exploded from the cuteness of it all.

And last but not least, when we are alone, he becomes a bit more 'boyfriend-y' and flirty towards me. He makes me feel like I actually matter and it's totally different to how it was with Hank. Some people didn't even know we were together (if you could call it that) until one of us said something. I feel closer to Clint after like two weeks than I ever did with Hank and that was a few decent years. It's been hard getting Hawkeye out of my head.

On some days it was hard keeping him out of my pants too.

9:05 pm

"… Jan, if Hank really cared… he wouldn't have left." I rested my head on my arms as Miss Marvel's words washed over me. I sighed and began to close my eyes. But of course as that moment of relaxation washed over me, the doorbell rang.

"I've got to run, someone's at the door." I stood and began to walk away. "Hopefully someone who's better at cheering me up than you are." I couldn't help the smart arse comment – perhaps I had been spending too much time with Hawkeye. Or maybe I just was a smart arse.

As I made my way to the door I pondered Carol's last comment.

"If Hank really cared… he wouldn't have left." It was true – if Hank had really given a damn he would've stayed and fought what he and I had.

Although what he and I had, I wasn't quite sure about.

Would Hawkeye stay and fight for what he and I had, whatever it was? Was it a friendship with sex built in? Or sex with a friendship built in? It was a fine line and sometimes I wondered if we'd better off getting rid of one side – the question was: which?

Name: Clint Barton
Codename: Hawkeye

9:20 pm

I walked towards Jan's slim figure, knowing she would probably be biting her lip with worry over the crazy guy she and Jane had strapped to the table.

"I'm pretty sure I've seen this movie before," I said, half hoping to break the tension. I felt a tiny fist pound into my shoulder. "Hey, what'd you hit me for? You're the one who zapped him into unconsciousness." Jan's face fell and disappointment shone in her eye. I knew I was gunna pay for that later. Knowing I was bound to get zapped a few times I thought I might as well make it worth it. "And I'm supposed to buy that this guy was abducted by aliens and experimented on. Come on," I looked to Jan and saw her eyes hardening with determination.

"You didn't see the look in his eyes. He's scared." Jan turned from the window to address the three of us – Tony and T'Challa had followed me in. "He's been going in and out of consciousness. Jane and I have been able to piece a lot of it together…" Jan began to explain what had happened to the currently shuddering man but I couldn't help but pay more attention to her than the story.

Something wasn't right – her voice was off and her emotions were even clearer than normal. I guessed it had something to do with the discovery of this guy – or she and I were spending way too much time together.

"…She could be his girlfriend or his wife. Who knows how long he's been gone," she finished and I zoned back in, still concerned about the overly apparent worry in her worry in her eyes.

The conversation went on – all of us putting in our two cents worth about how Korvac would react when he woke up. I believed he would flip out and I think Jan is on my side.

"Well, crazy or not there's a crater in Central Park. He didn't make that up. Hawkeye, Panther, go check it out. I'll stay here with Jane and-" said Tony. He was then interrupted by Wasp who was miniaturising herself so she could fly.

By the way, that miniaturising thing is pretty damn kinky let me tell you. But moving on…

"I'm going to find Corrina!" she cried and I looked at her, frowning slightly. What if this guy's misses was as crazy as him? Wasp could get into trouble – and there I nearly went again. I need to stop worrying about her.

"Er, not exactly what I was going to say." Said Tony hesitantly. Apparently, he was scared of getting zapped too. Jan flew close to him.

"She's probably been looking for him this whole time. We can use some facial-recognition-thing-a-ma-jig to see if any one put out a missing persons alert on him – 'cause it's probably her!" Jan flew out of the room and I held in a sigh.

"Okay then," said Tony, pretty much summing up how I felt. Jan really didn't think of the dangers before she did something. Mind you, who was I to talk?

9:40 pm

"I still don't buy it." I said to Panther, namely to keep the conversation going. If it didn't my head was probably going to explode from thoughts of Jan. She'd buzzing around my head for days and the constant smell of her in my room wasn't helping. "Maybe the guy did get taken by little green men."

"Or blue," said T'Challa solemnly. I cringed. Was I better off with thoughts or Jan or smart arse comments from Mr Cat here?

"Stop it. What I'm saying is there's something off about this guy." Especially the way Jan was so protective of him. What was up with that?

Wait a second, was I jealous of a crazy guy from outer space? What was going on with me?

"Perhaps after weeks or even months of experimentation by alien creatures, any one would be off," said Panther. What did I tell you? … Dry humour, that is correct. Or just a comment made to mess with my head.

I'm gunna go with both.

"Now you're just being difficult to mess with me."

"You are right." I rolled my eyes at the satisfaction in T'Challa's voice. I may have to try and kill him.

On our way home, we were silent and my mind began to work over time. Jan and I had been spending more time together than I ever thought we would – and I didn't want to do a thing about it. I felt so happy in Jan's presence that I thought I could days just me and her and still be totally happy. And that thought scared me. I'd never thought about any one. Ever. I was trying to put it down to the excitement of a new sexual partner but sometimes I couldn't help but wonder. And then there was Jan herself – I thought about her almost constantly, as I said before. All her little quirks were so endearing and I couldn't help but grin at nearly everything she said. I noticed myself paying far too much attention to her reactions and caring far too much about them as well. This wasn't healthy.

Name: Janet Van Dyne
Codename: Wasp

10:00pm

I walked up to Avengers Mansion with a very nervous Corrina.

"Everything's going to be fine – I mean, the Avengers will have to bring you up to speed on some things but otherwise it's just a good old reunion with – I'm sorry, I'm not helping am I?" I said, noticing that Corrina was going slower the closer we got the gate.

"It's been so long. What if… things are different?" she asked quietly, staring up at the tall building. I bit my lip, thinking of Hank. What if he someday wanted to reconcile? How would things have changed?– especially with Hawkeye now in the mix.

"Corrina, it seems you're all that has kept him going after what's happened to him. It seems nothing is different. Therefore everything will be fine." I said, hoping to sound as serious as I could without freaking her out. That is a tough tone to achieve. Somehow Hawkeye achieved it easily. Damn him.

We reached the front door and Corrina hesitated for a moment more before nodding to me to open the door. Michael stood in front of the Avengers, his chest till bare. Corrina entered quickly, her face set with determination.

"Michael?" she gasped. His face lit up with joy but there was still that deep fear. He gasped too.

"Corrina…" he said with reverence in his voice. "I…" he said nothing and ran towards her as she ran towards him. They reached one another and then held the other tightly. "I did it. I got back to you," I looked past them to Hawkeye, a sad smile on my lips. His face was hard to read and I looked down, the joy and sadness of Michael and Corrina's reunion still strong in my heart. Would mine and Hank's be like this?– if there ever was one, that is. Corrina pulled away from Michael and looked deep into his eyes.

"Michael… you've been gone almost two years. I… I thought you left. I… I thought you weren't coming back." She pulled him close once more and I ached to have Hawkeye holding me –

Wait – what? I wanted to be Hawkeye's arms… that wasn't right. I should want to be in Hank's arms, he's the one who…

'Who left? Who betrayed you? Who only gives a damn about bugs and science?' thought a sarcastic voice in my mind.

"Two years," said Michael, his voice full of regret. I watched on, my eyes still filled with sadness. I didn't see Hawkeye watching me, his face still unreadable.

"Michael, what happened to you?" asked Corrina and I silently begged him not to tell her – if I were her, it would break my heart to hear that. Michael's voice became dark.

"I will never let us be a part again, Corrina. I will never let them hurt me again – any of them," I made to step forward, in case he became hostile from memories again.

"Who?" said Corrina – that was when I cringed. You never asked who. Just like you never said it was easy. One of the rules in the 'hero book'. Just as I expected, weird green lights flashed and all of us tensed. And then we were joined by five strangers. (Okay, maybe not exactly like I expected but something was still bound to happen.)

Could this night get any weirder?

Name: Clint Barton
Codename: Hawkeye

10:06 pm

So… Michael and Corrina were reunited. That was pretty sweet. Then 5 weird alien guys teleported in to the Mansion… who we, the Avengers are now fighting against.

Not gunna lie, this raccoon guy is nuts.

"Ah-ugh-ah!" Jan cried and I spun around to see the guy with a metal face about to fire at her.

'No!' a voice in my head cried out. I immediately knocked an arrow and fired. Jan flew toward me and I prayed she was alright.

What the hell is wrong with me? I know Jan can take of herself.

The masked man fired at me and I jumped out the way – I saw Jan's wasp stings shot past me.

"Wasp – get Korvac and the girl out of here – AH!" cried Tony.

'Yes, Jan, please get out of here.' I thought, firing another two arrows. I heard Jan calling to the happy couple while her stings still flew overhead. Finally they stopped and I knew she was safer now.

10:11 pm

I raced into the kitchen, dodging this alien guy's bullets as I ran. I leapt over the bench, nearly hitting myself on the pans that hung above.

Why the hell are they there? Seriously, I mean we've got cup- You know what? Now is not the time.

I ducked down, drawing an arrow. Time to show this guy who he was screwing with. I looked up – maybe these stupid pans could come in useful. I watched carefully – woah, what? That guy just lifted his mask up- he's HUMAN?! Time to get some answers. I fired the arrow and heard it begin to do its job. I climbed back over the bench, smirking.

"You look pretty human for an evil alien." I said, pointing an arrow at the man sprawled on the ground beneath me. The way he was laying kind of reminded me of how Jan had looked the other night…

Again, not the time.

"Who are you? And what'd you want with Korvac?" I demanded, tightening my bow.

"I'm called Starlord and you have to listen to me. You have no idea who Michael Korvac is." I raised one eyebrow – Starlord, seriously? And who the hell is Michael Korvac?

10:17 pm

"Jan, wait!" I cried, running in with Starlord – turns out his story had been pretty weird. I figured I best take it up with the rest of the Avengers. I knew Jan wouldn't be happy about it though. I could tell just by the way she turned and looked me when I said her name. "You got to listen to what this guy's got to say," That was when I took in the rest of scene – Warlock was behind Jan, the girl and Korvac. The raccoon guy, Rocket, was in front, pointing a gun at Jan. I felt a distinct urge to flick the rodent into the water.

I need to get a handle on myself.

"Hawkeye, what are you doing?" said Iron Man as he emerged from the water with the Guardian girl over his shoulder.

"Just listen to him!" I said, half glaring at Tony.

"Korvac – he's a wanted fugitive. He's insane. He's wiped out thousands of sentient lives." I was still staring at Tony, half daring him to contradict. I didn't notice how close Jan still was to Korvac – Starlord had said he would lose control. Hulk then dropped down and again my attention was captured – plus I'd yet to figure out a way to get Jan away from him without sounding like a freak.

"I can't believe. I won't. Michael is the victim here." Said Jan, flying closer to him. That's when I saw it – those weird scars on his back? Well, yeah, they're glowing. I knew I was too late to get Jan away.

Oi, God – please let her be okay?

"He was abducted! Experimented on! He… Michael?" she said, pulling back. The man had begun to glow and I desperately wanted to grab Jan and run.

What has gotten into me?

Korvac was groaning, almost crying out. Jan continued to pull away from him but I knew she wouldn't be far enough away. I knew none of us would. Suddenly a wave of cosmic- it was cosmic, right? - cosmic energy exploded out from him and Jan dropped to the floor. The rest of followed too and I reached out my hand to catch her.

Name: Janet Van Dyne
Codename: Wasp

10:23 pm

I woke up, groggy. The room was white, pure white. I hovered nervously.

"Iron Man? Hawkeye?" I said.

Oh god, Hawkeye. Was he okay? Where was he, actually? Then I'd work out if he was okay.

Then the dazzling whiteness disappeared and I was in Hank's empty lab. Hurt stabbed at me – I'd avoided the room ever since he left. I heard a grunting behind me and spun, ready to attack.

"Hulk!" I cried, seeing who it was. He got up slowly and the lab changed into a desert – I think near Las Vegas?

"I've been here." Hulk said. What did the change mean? Our surroundings changed again – to a jungle.

"This is not Wakanda." Said Panther. Hulk and I turned to see Panther and Hawkeye walking. One of the alien guys was lying on the floor. I resisted the urge to run to Hawkeye and make sure he was okay. I couldn't see any signs that he was injured.

"T'Challa," I said, to distract my eyes from Hawkeye. "Where are we? What's happening?" As I walked over, I felt someone's eyes train in on me and I glanced to Hawkeye. He was wearing a hard expression and I looked him over once more, now that I was closer.

"What the heck is going on here?" He said and suddenly we were in Tony's office.

The next minutes consisted of being told about a mind gem, Guardians of the Galaxy and Korvac – turns out I was wrong and Korvac was crazy. The team was never gunna let this go.

Finally Hawkeye asked a good question and we were back on track to catching Korvac.

10:26 pm

We arrived back to Earth to Korvac taunting Carol – fear immediately clutched at my heart but Tony blasted Korvac away and Carol seemed unharmed.

"Michael – we can help you! But you have to stop this." I said, flying close to him. Even though he'd done some terrible, no one else had seen the look in his eyes when I asked what happened to him.

"No. N-n-n-no. What they did to me – I won't let that happen again. Not to anyone. Now I can stop them. I can feel the power inside of me," My god, this guy was getting creepy.

"Now!" cried Tony, firing with his repulsors. All of us, including the Guardians and Miss Marvel, joined together and fired. Korvac clenched his jaw and created a shield around.

I really need to get myself one of them.

Korvac once again sent us flying by expanding the energy around him but before he could properly recover Hulk and Groot attacked, breaking the shield. Tony jumped him, pinning him down.

"Korvac, we can protect you from the Kree if you stop fighting us." Korvac pushed Tony up so they were both standing.

"You LIE!" yelled Korvac. Hulk joined in Tony's struggle and I worried for my team mates. I glanced to Hawkeye and saw that his eyes were on me. I shot him a confused look.

"Warlock, now!" Tony cried, drawing my attention. Warlock jumped forward, the Soul Gem glowing. Korvac dropped us all again.

I've decided Tony needs to look into cosmic energy.

I sat up feebly and saw Korvac turn towards a sobbing Corrina.

"Corrina?" he said, his voice filled reverence again. It wasn't sweet anymore – it was scary. Not after I'd seen what this guy could do. I prepared to attack him if he showed the slightest hint of attacking Corrina.

"Please, Michael, stop." She said, backing away. "You're scaring me."

'That makes two of us.' I thought dryly.

"Scared? Of me?" said Korvac, approaching her. I tensed, ready to fire. "No, no, Corrina. I'm going to protect you. I'm doing all of this for you! To make the monsters go away!" his voice was aggressive by the end and my muscles tightened again while my stings flared.

"You're the only monster here, Michael." Corrina said, tears still falling. I gasped, an ache rocking through me. I knew how hard that must've been to say – she'd just got him back and it wasn't even him that was returned. Michael's power flared and the others tried to stop him while I stared at Corrina.

Michael was broken now. He was barely a threat.

I zoomed toward Corrina once the blinding light had receded. She had dropped to her knees, her face in her hands. I gripped her upper arms.

"Warlock, what happened?" I asked, mainly for the benefit of everyone else. Corrina had broken Michael, there wasn't much else to it.

"He sensed the woman's fear of him; her doubt in him. And despite all his power… all he truly wanted was to be with her." Carol walked to the other side of Corrina, her expression tender. My eyes flickered to Hawkeye for a moment. I knew my eyes would be filled with sorrow.

"Where is Korvac?" asked Tony to the silent group.

"I cannot sense him on this plane of existence." Said Warlock. Tony then began to talk about the Guardians and Avengers teaming up. Starlord shut him down – and rightly so, in my opinion.

I only had eyes for Hawkeye. I was emotionally exhausted after today – I wanted to be with him. Sex, movies, talking until we both fell asleep, I didn't care. I just wanted to be with him.

Name: Clint Barton
Codename: Hawkeye

11:33 pm

I lay in bed thinking over today. Today had been the first time since Jan and I had fought together against an enemy that had the ability to destroy one of us. And thought of Jan being destroyed scared the hell out of me. And I didn't know why.

Seriously, what was up with me?

Right now, all I wanted was to go that guest room, bash down the door and have her in my arms.

There was a soft, familiar knock at the door. I got up and crossed the room. I opened the door tiny amount and Jan flew in. Once I'd shut the door and turned around she was normal size again. We looked at each other for a moment before she jumped into my arms. Her legs were wrapped around my torso, her arms around my neck. My arms were tight around her waist and my face nuzzled into her shoulder.

"Jan, Jan, Jan," I murmured, inhaling her scent. I walked over to the bed and laid her down. She looked at me with sad eyes. "What is it?" I asked with concern. This was new for me – I'd never felt so worried about someone.

"Please?" she said and I knew what she meant. I leaned over and kissed her passionately. Her hands were already in my hair, one of her legs sliding up mine.

Jan needed a distraction and I was only too willing.