A/N I'm happy that you loved my cheesy line! It makes me feel special! Thought I might start answering people's reviews because I love it when people do it for me!

beulah2013- Haha, it does sound like Tony doesn't it! He probably would say something along those lines just to annoy Phoebe

Tiryn- Kicked puppy expression sounds legit! I mean that was exactly what I was going for, big puppy dog eyes nawww!

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"I do," I repeated again hoping to get the message across.

No one said a word as the sunlight filtered through the windows almost lazily. I turned slightly and watched my sister tense up and send me an apologetic smile as her eyes remained wide.

"Good enough for me," Tony commented idly, shrugging before looking down at the amber liquid in his cup.

I sent him a deadpanned look before looking at the others who looked thoughtful. Even after Tony's words everyone still looked hurt and guarded. I focused on breathing in and out before I turned to Katy and shook my head ever so slightly. She frowned before clicking to what I was going to do and I saw her open her mouth.

"I'm never going to get sick of that accent you know?" Darcy informed me, lifting her chin slightly, "I'll probably keep asking you to say different things," she mused before going back to raiding Tony's freezer.

I let out a small chuckle, "well, I don't know what to say to that," I muttered, finally able to speak freely without watching my accent.

She shrugged, "as long as you say something, because girl," she said dramatically, "that accent is delicious, like Hugh Jackman delicious!"

I raised an eyebrow at her, "delicious?" I echoed allowing myself to look flabbergasted.

She winked as she pulled out a large tub of strawberry ice-cream and hurried over to get two spoons, "don't judge me," she said threateningly, pointing her spoon at me before sitting next to Bruce and passing him the other spoon.

I raised my hands in defeat and shook my head fondly, "yeah, yeah no judging," I promised before looking over at Jane and the others. Trust Darcy to make a fool of herself in such a serious situation.

Jane had a soft smile on her features as she walked over, "I agree with Darcy although I'm not going to go all stalker on you and demand for you to say this and that," she said with a pointed glare at Darcy.

"Stalker's my middle name," she declared before sending Bruce a flirtatious smile, "ain't that right big guy," she said with a wink.

Bruce blushed and looked down, playing with the spoon in his hands. His lips moved as he mumbled something only Darcy could hear, causing her to chuckle and blush before swatting him on the arm lightly.

"Shut up," she muttered, her red cheeks standing out against her pale skin.

I smiled before looking over at the rest of the room, most were sending me winks and smiles but Natasha looked extremely thoughtful as she stared me down. I shifted under her gaze but didn't drop my eyes. I saw something flicker in her eyes before she spared Clint a quick look.

"You should move into the room across the hall from me," she said with a nod, "in case you crash here, so you have spare clothes," she offered.

I smiled in thanks, "I don't think that's necessary," I started to say before my loud mouth sister cut in.

"Oh no," she said sending me a glare before looking over to Natasha with a soft smile, "she'll move in permanently if you don't mind because you," she scolded, shoving me slightly, "are costing me a fortune in rent and food and what not," she said.

I chuckled sheepishly, "what you talking 'bout?" I said childishly, frowning and punching her in the shoulder affectionately.

Everyone in the room laughed as Tony gave me his permission to live in the tower. I looked around when I didn't hear Clint's deep laughter. I frowned when I saw him breathing deeply and looking at the floor with glazed over eyes, as if he was thinking hard or daydreaming.

I watched the others laugh for a few minutes before I walked over to Clint, a smile in my eyes. "Clint?" I mumbled, loud enough that he would hear but not loud enough that the others would.

He slowly raised his head before giving me a bland smile, "yeah?"

I hesitated before asking, "Are you alright? I mean if I'm that annoying I don't have to move in," I said with a chuckle.

He laughed and shook his head, "no, no be my guest, move in," he said with a dramatic wave of his hand, "you can't be as annoying as Darcy," he said, sending the girl a questioning look.

I nodded, "well, then you wouldn't mind helping me pack would you?" I asked with a hopeful expression.

He smiled and shook his head, "nah you know me, I got things to do," he said dismissively.

I sent him a smirk, "oh no you don't, you're helping end of story!" I exclaimed with a giggle.

He groaned loudly, "do I have to?" he asked, sending me a puppy dog face.

I widened my eyes and leant in, so our lips were almost touching, "you will if you want to live," I threatened with a wink.

"Now... Kiss!" Darcy said loudly, making me quickly step back from Clint and face her with a confused expression.

I rolled my eyes as Clint said from beside me, "Fine, I'll help,"

I sent him a smile, "course you will birdbrain," I said with a wink.

He spluttered, "You said you wouldn't call me birdbrain anymore!" he protested.

I shook my head, "no it was one of your few options, you chose the other choice," I argued.

"Options?" Tony and my sister echoed at the same time, sending each other matching smirks.

I sighed, "Either I stopped calling him birdbrain or I went with him to your Gala Mr Stark," I explained, crossing my arms as I stared at Clint with a satisfied smile.

"Clint asked you to the Gala?" Tony asked, "Priceless," Tony chuckled, tipping his drink in our direction.

I rolled my eyes before looking over at Tony, "So, when can I move in?"

"Break that and I will end you," I informed Clint as he juggled a glass vase in his hands carefully.

He sent me a confused look, "why? What does it mean to you?" he asked me curiously.

I chuckled, "it was my mums," I said, pausing for a few seconds before scooping up more of my shirts and placing them in a box.

"I'm sorry," Clint mumbled, carefully wrapping up the vase in newspaper before placing it in a box labelled 'fragile'

I sent him a soft smile, "I don't mind," I said walking over to him and gently placing my hand on his shoulder, "but... break it and I will end you," I repeated.

He sent me a blank look before scoffing and walking over to the lamps and various glass objects in my room. He picked each one up, judging the size before checking the box he had been packing and picking one that fit the gaps.

"I won't break it, promise," he said with a smile as he wrapped up a large glass bowtie statue.

I nodded and clapped my hands once I had finished placing my shirts away. Clint gave me another confused look before I explained that I was going to go get another box from the car so I could pack the last of my clothes. He smiled and nodded before going back to packing the fragile objects, his tongue sticking out at an odd angle as he focused on his job.

I chuckled and quickly hurried down to the large truck Tony had hired for us... well brought for us more like it. I lifted up the back before jumping in and grabbing another stack of boxes. I smiled and turned hurrying back up to my old apartment, boxes in hand.

I re-entered my bedroom and let my jaw drop at the sight in front of me. Clint was going through my underwear draw?

"Clint?" I practically yelled.

He jumped, "Phoebe," he said back before looking at the object in his hand and dropping it, "uh..."

"What are you doing?" I asked, trying to repress my smile, walking over to his side.

"You said you needed more boxes but I finished packing the fragile items so I went to the only draw I hadn't seen you pack and started filling up the box..." he said carefully, explaining why he had been elbow deep in my unmentionables.

I giggled, "But you stopped to have a look did you?" I asked him walking over to see how much he had placed in the box.

There was a decent amount of undergarments in there, all nicely folded and placed in the box neatly. I chuckled and gave Clint a large smile as he straightened his shirt, looking extremely embarrassed. I smiled because I knew his story was true; Clint seemed too much like a gentleman to be rooting through my draws.

"Thank you," I said genuinely, going to stand next to him and help pack the rest

Clint's POV

I rolled my eyes as Phoebe struggled with the box she was carrying. I hurried over to her, holding a box of her shoes in one hand as I ran towards her.

"Pheebs, wait, here take this, its lighter," I said as I traded one box for the other.

She nodded and adjusted to the new weight, "thanks Clint," she said before continuing her walk to the elevator.

I watched her go with a soft smile before shaking my head, she hadn't even complained when I had used her nickname. I chuckled and watched her try to squeeze in another box as she stood in the centre of the elevator surrounded by her things.

I waited until the doors closed before calmly placing the heavy box near the doors for when she came back down. I shook my head and thought about when I had met her.

The first thing I noticed was that she was beautiful... I mean who couldn't? Really? But then she opened her mouth and after that it was more than easy to just find her annoying. Beautiful... but still really annoying.

I grabbed another box and slowly made my way back to the elevator doors. She had pretty good comebacks and insults though, I'll give her that. She was also smarter than I gave her credit for... and obviously a lot like me.

I thought back to her break down from the other day and how my heart broke from the look in her eyes. The look of being alone and scared. The look of not knowing what to do next.

The look of needing someone beside you.

I often saw that look after waking up from a nightmare and passing the mirror on my way to the bathroom. I can understand the pain of being alone, since I put up with it daily, less now that I had the Avengers and Natasha... but I was going to lose Nat to Steve soon and the others to their respective partners. At least I had her though right? Now at least we seem to get along... I don't know why I hated her so much in the beginning; I suppose I thought she was too much of a rich girl.

The elevator chimed, signalling its arrival before it opened revealing Phoebe in all her glory. When she saw me I got a bright smile before she brushed passed me to get more boxes. I frowned and turned.

"Hey, uh would you consider us friends?" I asked her, following close behind.

She turned to me, confusion written all over her face, "why?" was all she said before placing a box in my hands, "not much left now," she mumbled, taking one herself.

I shrugged, causing the box to let out a chime as glass hit glass, "curiosity, I guess," I answered almost nervously before mentally slapping myself when I felt the knots in my stomach.

She pursed her lips, "I consider you a close friend yes," she said happily, walking along beside me, "do you consider me a friend?" she asked back.

I nodded, "at first I found you annoying," I started to say before she smacked me on the arm, "hey hey, wait for me to finish," I argued, before continuing, "but then I started to appreciate your sense of humour and your intelligence and the other day..." I trailed off.

She placed her box down looking slightly upset, "when I was weak and disgusting," she murmured.

I shook my head, "and the other day I realized you more like me than I thought," I said before walking over and shutting her boot, "that was the last one," I told her before opening the elevator door and placing the few boxes in.

"I am?" Phoebe exclaimed, "How?" she demanded, helping with the last boxes before stopping my movements with a delicate hand on my upper arm.

I winked at her, "in more ways than one," I told her with a smile before placing my hand over hers cheekily, doing it solely to see her reaction.

I grinned when her face went bright red and she dropped her gaze, before gently taking her hand back and sending me a shy smile. I watched her fondly before taking her arm and leading her into the elevator.

"Up," I commanded pressing the button for Phoebe's level a few times before I registered the elevator car moving.

Phoebe was staring at the floor still wearing the same smile, "you alright Pheebs?" I asked her.

She looked up and nodded, "yeah I'm just happy that I have a new friend," she said sarcastically with a roll of her eyes before she froze and slowly turned to meet my eyes, "Pheebs?" she shrieked.

I chuckled, what did I just get myself into?

I hope you liked it, it seemed alright to me but I was scared you guys may find it a little bit cliché or predictable or something. You don't do you? If you do please tell me, constructive criticism is always welcomed but flamers can shove off Haha

Got to admit, Darcy is awesome!

-Taila