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And now Chapter 8: Meeting the Family..

Clint's POV

All I remember is falling asleep on a cold rock- sorry, cot. Yet, here I am in the world's classiest guest bedroom.

The walls were a rich creamy yellow. I know that sounds awful, but it was just the right shade, so it looked good. An enormous window was placed on the wall to my left with glass doors leading out to a balcony. And a huge wooden wardrobe sat on the right wall, a door that I'm guessing led to the bathroom.

The bed I lay on was a cloud. I really didn't feel like getting out of it, but I knew I had to find out just how I got to such a place.

As I stood, I noticed a chair next to my bed with a band shirt and loose sweatpants that looked to be about my size. Thor didn't seem like the guy to wear this stuff, plus he exceeded my size of clothing, so whose was this?

Mentally adding that to my list of questions, I changed into the clothes. The band was Falling In Reverse, one of my favorites. Whoever had this shirt was on my good side.

I tiptoed to the large, double oak doors and gingerly opened the door.

My first thoughts: shit.

There were two halls. One going straight, the other going left. The one straight ahead ended maybe fifteen yards away. The hall down my left kept going for God knows how long. At least ten doors lined the longer hallway, some were double and some weren't.

But the greatest part was that I had no idea where the hell to go.

For some reason, I was more annoyed than concerned of my surroundings. It nagged me that I didn't know where I was when I had just woken up in a strangely nice room with strangely fitting clothing in a strangely big house.

Just plain.. weird.

As I glanced down both halls again, I opted the one going left would lead to a staircase of some sort.

I hope.

Going down the long passage, many pictures came into view. But they weren't pictures, really. More like scarily accurate paintings.

The biggest painting I saw consisted of four people, standing side by side as a family. A man with shoulder length blonde hair and an eyepatch wore a golden suit (suspiciously fitting his royal-like expression well), standing tall with a woman smiling politely down at me. Her hair was more of a dirty blonde styled in braids and her blue eyes were kind and endearing. Silver and blue fabrics draped over her shoulders and down her form. Her hand rested on a small boy's shoulder. His hair was black, very different from the previous people, and wore a black dress shirt with black dress pants, a silver and gold tie around his neck. His smile was small but you could tell it reached his eyes. And the last figure was blonde and broad tall and-

.. Thor.

Thor was wearing a silver suit much like the older man's whom stood behind said blonde. His dress shirt was blue and he wore no tie. He stood with pride and a shinning smile and I couldn't help but grin back at the picture. Thor was handsome, to say the least.

I blushed at the thought. Thor was quite attractive- no. No. No.

I'm not allowed to think like that. I couldn't ever be allowed to like someone.. They'd never like me back.

Sighing, I moved on from the portrait. A moment later a wide hall appeared to my left. Peeking around the corner, I saw it was a staircase leading down, splitting and curving around a fountain. A fountain.

A woman stood before the fountain but shortly turned and she looked up at me. I only caught a glance of her blue eyes before I gave a small squeak and ducked behind the wall again.

She laughed; her giggles sounded like silver.

"Come out, child. No need to hide."

Cautiously, I poked my head out. The woman was smiling at me and she took a step forward.

"Come here, I will not harm you."

I almost took a step back, but she sounded so sincere and honest, I had to come out behind my protective wall. Quietly stepping out from my safety barrier, I padded over to her. Her arm extended and she put her hand on my shoulder. She looked at me with concern in her eyes.

"Why are you scared?"

My eyebrows raised in shock. "M-Ma'm?"

She smiled. "Why are you scared, child?"

I wasn't sure if I liked that name or not, or if I should lie to her rather than tell her. This woman seemed pretty happy with her life, so I guess I should just lie.

I took a breath. "I-I don't really know where I am.. Or how I got here."

"Your friends brought you," she informed me. "My husband brought all of you home. Come; I'll take you to them."

I nodded. "Yes, ma'am."

She smiled, again. "Please, darling. Address me as 'Frigga."

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Natasha's POV

Everyone was nervous and it was driving me insane.

I mean, sure. I'll admit I was just as nervous, but the fidgeting was getting on my ever-loving nerves.

Steve was up in front of the main window, pacing his heart out. Tony kept standing and sitting down again with his right knee shaking the moment he sat. Bruce's fingers were drumming against his chair. Thor was choosing were to sit or stand; he moved around the room, his mind wouldn't allow him to be still for too long.

Me? I was curled into a ball on the couch. My fingers tapping their own beat on my knees.

Bruce sighed. "How long has it been?"

Steve checked his watch. "Since you asked before? Two minutes."

Tony groaned and sat, yet again.

"Why can't we see him, again?"

Thor shrugged. "My mother said-"

"Your mother said what?"

Simultaneously, our head whipped to the new voice. Frigga stood in the doorway, an amused smile on her lips. And standing next to her, looking much more like himself, was-

"Clint."

The blonde flushed red. "Hey, guys. How's it going?"

I jumped up and ran over. Wrapping my arms around his shoulders, I said the most familiar word anyone ever heard me say.

"Idiot,"

He chuckled and hugged me back and damn it if it didn't feel good. "What'd I do?"

"You scared us, you asshole," I pulled back and looked him in the eye. "Don't pull anything like that again, you hear me?"

Clint smiled. "Yes, ma'am."

He was suddenly blocked from view by a very concerned Steve Rogers. Steve gave Clint a bear hug that almost crushed the smaller boy's lungs. I barley heard the muffled 'hi' that came from Clint.

"Don't scare us, please," Steve said. He reluctantly pulled away.

"Well, since you asked nicely," Clint smirked.

I lightly slapped his bicep, a laugh bubbling from me.

We each said our hellos and our if-you-scare-us-again-we'll-kill-yous. At the end we piled onto a huge couch and watched 'Finding Nemo,' because why not?

Frigga occasionally came in bringing food or checking up on Clint. Said boy was reduced to sitting on Tony's lap, blushing every time Tony readjusted his arms around him.

Just when everyone was finally calming down, and Nemo had been welcomed into the fish tank, a buzz rang out. Clint sat up, pulled out his phone and looked at the screen. I'm surprised he didn't faint judging how pale he got. He jumped up and turned to Thor.

"Where's my bag?" Clint's phone buzzed again and he began shaking as he looked the screen. "I need to get home. I'm sorry; thanks for having me stay, but I really need to get going."

Thor stood. "Your bag is by the door, but Clint-"

"Thanks, Thor," Clint flashed a smile and ran out of the room.

In response, we lept up and followed him. As we turned the corner, we were met with Clint fumbling with his bag and someone else standing with a glass of water in his hands.

"Brother?" Loki tilted his head in confusion. "What's going on? Who is this?"

"Loki," Thor gestured to Clint. "This is a new friend of mine: Clint. Clint, this is my brother, Loki."

Clint looked from Loki to Thor. "Really?"

Thor nodded. "He's adopted."

Clint shook his head. "No, I mean-" He looked at Loki in surprise. "You-You were adopted by them?"

Loki nodded. "Yeah, I was. I take it your dad got you back?"

Clint nodded. "Yep." Clint's phone buzzed and he froze. "Speak of the devil. I'll see you guys tomorrow."

Clint was gone before we could say anything. Tony turned onto Loki.

"Okay; how the hell do you know Clint? And what do you mean his father got him back?"

Loki was confused, then thoughtful, then emotionless. "If Clint hasn't told you yet, I can't be the one to explain."

With that lovely thought, Loki turned away and went up the stairs.

Tony looked to Thor. "See, this is why I get frustrated with your brother."

"He has a point, Tony," Steve said. "If we want to know what happened with Clint and Loki, we need to have Clint tell us himself."

WOAH! Gotta admit, it felt good to leave this on a cliffhanger.

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Until next chapter..