"Hey you." Wanda smiled to the archer who just walked in the kitchen.
"Hey. You make breakfast?" Clint looked over the beautiful stack of pancakes.
"Yep. It's been a while. I figured why not?" Wanda shrugged.
"Looks great. Thanks." Clint smiled.
He happily grabbed a plate and got himself a couple of pancakes. He covered them in syrup.
"So... You still avoiding Scott?" Wanda asked quietly.
"There any coffee left? Oh, good." Clint acted as if he hadn't heard her.
"Isn't hard though I guess. He sleeps most of the time." She continued.
"You seen my mug...?" Clint looked around inside the cabinet for it.
"You can't avoid someone you're under house arrest with. It's been three days."
"Found it." He happily poured himself some coffee.
"Glad you found it..." She said unimpressed.
"... he just got one good hit and I've still got the scar. I think he's given one to everyone." Scott's laugh trailed into the room.
"It's not that noticeable." Steve smiled and walked into the kitchen, Scott following.
"Look who's up before noon." Wanda smiled to the two.
"Yeah, it can happen, sometimes." Scott chuckled.
"You seem pretty awake. I made breakfast and coffee." Wanda finally sat down in front of a half eaten plate.
"Oh sweet! Thanks! That's awesome!" Scott happily got to making a plate.
"Thank you, Wanda. That's nice of you." Steve smiled.
"No problem at all." Wanda said before taking a bite.
Clint just sat quietly keeping his eyes on his plate. He didn't think Scott would be up early. Not that Wanda bothering him made for a good morning, but this just ruined it further. Not that he was mad at him or anything. It was mostly the fact that it was awkward. He honestly didn't know what to say.
"Clint, you didn't want some?"
Clint jumped a bit and turned to see Scott a couple feet behind him. He was holding a can of whipped cream. Of course Scott would want his breakfast sugary as possible.
"I'm good."
"Seriously? Have you ever had it on pancakes. My buddy Luis would put a bunch on waffles and top it with a strawberry. Like on the cartoons, ya know? I loved em!" Scott chuckled and showed his attempt of recreating it.
"How are you not fat?" Clint mumbled.
Scott looked mildly offended for half a second. He then lifted his shirt to look at his own stomach.
"Well I've gotten a bit of a tummy, I'll give you that. I work out though, believe it or not. C'mon, try it. You'll love it! Promise." Scott put his plate in front of the empty spot next to the archer.
"... If I don't like it, you gotta finish it." Clint sighed in defeat.
Scott giggled as he slid Clint's plate over. He happily began to cover his pankcakes... And more... And more... Aaaaand... Finally a nice looking top. Scott then quickly went and grabbed another strawberry from the fridge and placed it on top.
"Bam! Perfection. You're gunna love it." Scott lightly elbowed the man.
"Ah... Thanks." Clint forced a smile.
"Looks impressive." Steve chuckled as he sat across from Scott.
"Why thank you." Scott grinned.
"You kidding? I eat this and I'll have to work out for the rest of the day non stop!" Clint chuckled.
"Yeah right, you look great." Scott rolled his eyes and happily ate.
"Not after this..." Clint mumbled before taking a bite.
"... What ya think?" Scott asked once he swallowed.
"I think you've got whipped cream on your face." Clint rolled his eyes.
"Oh? Whoops. Happens." Scott wiped his mouth off.
Clint shook his head and continued to eat. He managed to catch the other two smiling across the table. That annoyed him more than it should've. He shot a quick glare that wasn't as effective as he wanted due to the fact he had a mouth full of food. Wanda stifled a laugh and foucused back on her plate. Cap on the other hand simply turned his attention to Mr. Lang.
"Hey, Scott, how about later we have a little friendly spar? Training is pretty important."
"You kidding? I think you'd murder me." Scott chuckled.
"I would not. I'd go easy on you. I did say friendly." Cap half smiled.
"Do you have a 'fighting a young child' mode?"
"I've seen you fight. You'll be fine. Besides, you probably deserve a scrape or two." Steve didn't even try to hide his smile.
"Fine. You're on. Fair warning, I'm pretty agile. You might actually have trouble hitting me. Don't worry, it happens to even the best." Scott grinned.
"Not me." Clint mumbled, his mouth full.
"Yeah, well, you can fight me whenever you want. I'd be happy to punch you in the face." Scott elbowed him lightly.
"Yeah, and I'd love to see you pick your teeth up off the ground." Clint finally smiled to the other man.
"Hey, I can take a hit. Don't you worry about my beautiful smile. I'd be worried about yours."
"Only problem with my smile will be that it won't go away after I kick your ass." Clint got up in the other man's face.
"God, I'm gunna love punching your face in. Always thought it could use the improvement."
"Hey. Ease up you two." Cap interrupted.
They both turned to look at him. Their expressions said they'd almost forgotten he was there. And Wanda had apparently left. Too much testosterone in one room for her liking. Steve wasn't sure that it'd end well if he let them continue. More accurately, he didn't want them to wreck the kitchen.
"What? We're just joking, right?" Scott smiled to the both of them.
"Well, half joking at least." Clint chuckled.
"Hey, c'mon. You know you'd hate to ruin my good looks. It'd be a travesty against man kind to take this away." Scott did a small pose.
"Oh my god... If you don't sound familiar." Clint rolled his eyes.
"I honestly think you two only talk to each other in sarcasm." Steve looked a bit amazed at them.
"I only speak sarcasm, Cap." Clint shrugged.
"Right, but the problem is you two never *stop* talking." Steve joked as he stood up.
"Sorry." Scott quickly apologized.
"I was joking." Steve clarified for the poor man.
"No, actually, I think you got a point. Scott just never shuts up." Clint crossed his arms.
"You're the one that keeps talking." Scott retorted.
"Are you kidding me? It's cause you always drag me back into it because you don't shut up."
"I do not! You liar. You just butt your way back in all the time. Why? Cause you're a butt! You butt!" Scott tried not to laugh.
"See ya later." Steve called as he made his way to the door.
"Later, Cap!" Scott waved as cap left.
"... You're the butt." Clint mumbled.
"See? You just dragged me back in to your stupid conversation." Scott scoffed.
"Did not. You didn't have to reply. You could've just shut up, but you never do."
"I don't have to. Also, you don't have to listen. I know you're better at being annoying than listening."
"Well, look who's talking! I'm a great listener! I always listen to all your stupid crap." Clint tapped the other man's chest.
"... You know, you look really stupid cause you've got whipped cream on your face? I can't take you seriously." Scott said with a serious face.
"What? Where?"
Clint went to wipe his face off, but Scott quickly grabbed his arm to stop him. Clint only had enough time to scrunch his face in confusion. It happened in just a second. Scott grabbed him by the shoulder and pressed his lips against Clint's. The archer quickly felt his face heat up. Part of him wanted to hit the other man as hard as he could. Another part of him wanted to return it. But most of him wanted to think it was some stupid joke. Though even when their lips parted, Scott lingered. Clint was still running through his options of how to react. All he could hear was his own heart racing.
"... Got it." Scott smiled just a tad.
"... You sure?" Clint barely managed to say.
Scott quickly looked the other man over. He really couldn't afford to read this wrong. He was already feeling pretty great that he hadn't gotten hit. Honestly though, he wasn't quite sure what the archer was thinking. Ok, Scott, shot in the dark...
"Actually..." Scott easily moved back in.
Just short of their lips meeting (again), he felt Clints hands easily push on his chest. Scott looked supried at him, then confused. Clint sighed.
"Sorry, no. I can't. I knew I should've ignored you. Knew it. I got to go. Sorry." Clint quickly made for the exit.
"Hey. How you doing?" Steve smiled as he walked into Scott's room.
"Hey! Good. Great. I'm good. What about you?" Scott smiled back.
"Good. I'm good..." Steve nodded.
"... But you mean are Barton and me friends again, right?" Scott sighed.
"Are you?"
"I don't know. Probably not." Scott shrugged.
"Was going good this morning. What happened?" Steve looked confused.
"Well, um... Honest answer or prideful answer?" Scott chuckled.
"Itd be nice if you gave me honest... Or you can keep it to yourself. Up to you what you say." Cap sat next to him on the bed.
"... Fine. Honest answer... I... Well... I kissed him." Scott forced the words out.
"... Oh..." Was all Cap could think to say.
"Yeah, oh... I'm an asshole. Like the kind I hate kind of asshole. I just don't think of him as the married kind of guy and it just slipped away and... I probably just threw away a great friendship... And I'm rambling. Sorry. You shouldn't have to listen to all that. Oh my god, I'm so sorry." Scott facepalmed.
"No, it's fine. Really. I like to help. I mean, I'm probably the worst on this stuff, but still." Steve tried.
"It's really nothing. I messed up and will have to deal with it when it comes around... Did you still want to have that friendly match...?" Scott gave a sad smile.
"Think you're up for it?"
"What better way to work out aggression, huh? I promise to go easy on you." Scott winked.
"I'll definitely need you to. I'm sure if you really tried you might kick my butt." Steve chuckled.
"Yeah right. I'll be lucky to even make you wince." Scott elbowed him.
"You'll do fine, Scott... And I'm sure everything will work out." Steve gave a small smile.
"... Thanks, Cap." Scott smiled back.
After a moment he decided it was ok to hug the other man. Scott wrapped his arms around the larger man's neck. Steve tried not to roll his eyes at him. He patted Scott's back, attempting to comfort the man.
"... Sorry if that was weird." Scott apologized as he pulled away.
"It's only weird if you make it weird."
"Well I've been told I'm pretty weird." Scott chuckled.
"I've been told that too."
"Wait, what? Who said that? Was it Falcon? It was Falcon, wasn't it?" Scott pouted.
"Yeah, it was him. Buck says it too. Take it as a compliment." Steve shrugged.
"Hows that a compliment?" Scott laughed.
"Means you stand out!" Steve tried to recover.
"Well, it's implied to stand out in a not so good way." Scott crossed his arms.
"No, it can mean in a cool intresting way. Trust me."
"But did *they* mean it like that?"
"I don't see why they'd mean it in the other way." Cap shrugged.
"Well I do. Cause I'm weird." Scott smirked.
"Well, we're all weird. You know that right?"
"Not you though. You're not weird, you're perfect." Scott winked.
"I am not." Cap rolled his eyes.
"Matter of opinion."
"I honestly think you flirt as much as Tony." Steve crossed his arms.
"I, I wasn't flirting." Scott quickly felt his face redden.
"Really? I might be bad with subtle, but you're pretty blunt."
"Ok, look, I will only admit to flirting if it was working." Scott looked away.
"Guess I was wrong. You actually flirt *more* than Tony." Steve chuckled.
"Well, he must not flirt at all, ever. Cause I don't flirt at all." Scott shrugged.
"Too bad," Cap stood up and stretched, "cause it was kinda working."
"Oh, come on. Don't go getting my hopes up! That'd be awful mean of you." Scott's face was completely red.
"... So is that a 'no' for a date?" Cap put his hands on his hips.
"... What? No! No, I mean... I'd love to! Seriously? You are being serious right...?" Scott looked shocked.
"Yes, I'm serious." Cap chuckled.
"When? What, what did you have in mind?" Scott cleared his throat.
"Well," Cap shrugged, "a movie?"
"Sure. Sounds awesome. Yeah." Scott smiled.
"Right. Alright. We can save if for tomorrow night, yeah?"
"Ok. That's perfect. Of course."
"Ok. I'll see you then." Steve nodded.
"Yeah. See you then, handsome!" Scott chuckled.
Cap gave a small laugh and left. Wow... Scott actually had a DATE with CAPTAIN AMERICA. He sure never expected that. He still could barely believe that had just happened. God, he had to make it perfect.