After that, things went back to being fairly good. Clint and Natasha got closer everyday to the point where they could read each other like an open book. Not to mention the 'silent conversations' they had, as Tony dubbed them.
Clint couldn't of been happier, to be honest. He had a group of great friends, a best friend that was like his other half, a good place to live, and a club that basically reveried him for his god like aim in archery.
Life was good.
Until it wasn't.
One Saturday, in the middle of March, Clint and his friends (meaning Tony, Pepper, Steve, Darcy, Jane, Thor, Bruce and Natasha) were all hanging out at a park across the street from a cafe. They were scattered all over the place: Tony at the top of on slide with Pepper in the slide next to it, Bruce sitting on one of the swings with Steve on one side and Jane and Thor sharing a swing on the other, Darcy was playing on one of those weird rocking animals, Natasha was leaning against the swingset and Clint was on top of the monkey bars.
They were discussing what to eat when Clint noticed Thor tense up. He glanced over at the foreignor and noticed Thor look to him then dart his eyes in a different direction. Clint followed the eye line and tensed up himself.
There, standing in the opening of an alleyway, was Barney and Loki and their gang of friends.
Clint could swear he heard glass break as his world crumbled. His brother had come to this town. His brother was nearby. His brother was across the fucking street. Clint couldn't tear his eyes away from the group, even as he heard people say his name. Thor obviously couldn't either despite the fact that Jane was lightly tapping his cheek with her hand.
"Thor..." Clint said, though his voice sounded distant and broken to his ears. Thor looked to him and slowly stood, Jane looking a little surprised and miffed at the action.
"Come, Friend Clint. We must speak." Clint finally peeled his eyes away and looked at Thor. The archer boy could faintly remember Thor telling him he hadn't seen Loki, his brother, in almost a year and a half. The big, unstoppable man looked as horrible as Clint felt.
Clint jumped from the monkey bars and began to follow Thor. He hesitated though and Thor stopped to look at him. "What is it?" Clint glanced back at Natasha and Thor got a look of understanding. "If need be, ask her to come as well. Seeing as she knows all about it as well." Clint nodded and turned around.
"Hey, Tasha!" Clint called. He hadn't actually used a nickname on her yet, so he wasn't too surprised to hear Tony sqwak and fall off the slide.
"Did he just call you 'Tasha'?!" Everyone knew you didn't nickname the so called 'Black Widow' (which was also a nickname, but was one of the few that Natasha enjoyed) Tony almost got a broken arm for calling Natasha 'Red' once. He couldn't wait to see what she did to Clint.
But, yet again, he didn't get what he wanted nor expected. Instead, the fiery girl looked at the blond a moment before following after him.
Tony sighed at this obvious show of favorites.
Then brightened at the prospect of love. He could pick on the two possible super spies so mercilessly for this. Oh, yeah. This was gonna be fun.
Authors Note: Okay, drama's coming people. I just want to say, that I am in fact finished with this story. Not as in this is the last chapter, but meaning I have the whole thing finished on my computer. There are 15 chapters, so 5 left. I got hit by inspiration and couldn't stop typing. Actually, I've been typing for almost 4 hours straight without stopping. My back hurts. My head hurts. But I finished and I hope you like how it ends. Oh, and sorry for technically lying to you like, what 2 chapters back?, when I said it might slow down. If anything uploading will be faster. Unless you want it slower. I can post like one chapter tomorrow, one chapter Wednesday and then one chapter when I get back Saturday, etc.
I'm gonna stop talking now. Auf Wiedersehen.