So I wanted this one to be a little funnier, so here it is! I hope you guys enjoy!

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Thursday

After a long night of shooting down in the range, sometime in the early morning of the next day, Natasha found Clint half-asleep slumped up against the wall. She helped him up and dragged him to his room, dropping him in his bed, where he slept soundly.

Clint didn't wake up until it was late in the afternoon, feeling refreshed and tired at the same time. He looked down at the clothes he wore the day before and to bed, and picked the collar of his shirt to smell it. He shrugged, it didn't smell that bad. One more day wouldn't kill anybody. Well, maybe it would, but frankly, Clint didn't care. He was tired. Clint picked at the fresh bandage someone had put over his arm, the healing wound still hurting. It was probably Natasha. She was more than he could ever ask for, she was his angel in disguise. And in some ways, he guessed he was her angel too.

He rolled out of bed and debated on what he was going to do for that day. He didn't want to bother Natasha, she had a nice day running around, but it was doing errands. The woman needed some time to herself as well.

So Clint took the first option from yesterday and decided to go play some video games. Natasha was having some time to herself, and Bruce locked himself in the lab overnight, working on some new projects of his. Steve was off doing, well, Clint didn't know what Steve was doing. Last he saw the Captain, he was huddled together with Nat and Bruce, talking. Clint hadn't bothered walking over and joining the conversation. If it had been something he needed to know, Steve would have talked to him as well. And nobody knew where Thor was, the god was probably off causing trouble in some far off universe.

With everyone else gone or occupied, Clint wandered down the main rec floor and flopped down onto the massive couch Tony had bought. The remote controller in his hand, he kicked his feet up onto the couch and rested his head against a pillow, turning on the tv and the Xbox station at the same time. The even bigger TV screen lit up the room, mixing with the afternoon sun streaming through the widows.

The game he had played last time was still loaded in, so he just decided to stick with that one. The title screen for Call of Duty flashed across the screen, and Clint settled in with a smile. The smile quickly faded, however, when the title screen was replaced by the next screen which displayed two options: single player or online multiplayer. He frowned as he glanced at the headphones with the microphone on the table not far at all from the couch.

Normally, Clint would play online, connecting with a few old friends or just playing with strangers online, working together and talking as if they were a real team while they were fighting the enemies. It was kind of hard to hear your teammates talking over a headset when you couldn't hear at all. Slightly frustrated, Clint thumbed the controller and pressed the single player option, and decided to do story mode. He didn't remember exactly where he had left off last, bit it was somewhere in the Russian forest during winter. A warning popped up on his screen before the game could load, asking him what difficulty he wanted to play at Recruit, Regular, Hardened, Veteran. Each of the levels had three stars next to them, showing off that he had completed the story at each of the levels with the maximum amount of points. At this time, he had played it s many times, he knew where each target was and exactly when to shoot.

Soon Clint fell into the steady rhythm of the game, his fingers moving like they had a mind of their own, lazily watching the screen while his hands did all the work. He almost wished he could hear the music softly playing in the background, or had his own headphones to work with. But sometimes the silence was nice as well.

Suddenly a flash of red caught the corner of his eye, and he paused his game to turn and look out of the window of the Stark Tower. There was nothing there until another flash of red came swinging by, and it looked somewhat like a man.

The red swung by a final time, but this time stopped at the window, feet and hands splayed across the glass sticking him in his place. Not a just a man. Spider-Man. Peter Parker wasn't even so much a man, he was just a boy, a high schooler. Clint sometimes wondered how they let a high schooler join a fight that scarred adults, but at the same time, the kid had guts. He and been in a few battles with the Spider-Man before, and besides the talking, you couldn't always tell that it was a boy fighting a man's war.

Clint smiled and sat up a little straighter so Spider-Man could see him and Clint waved. Spider-Man unstuck one of his hands and waved back, pulling off his mask for a minute and smiled lazily back. His three other limbs continued to stick him to the glass of the high floor of the Stark building and his other ran a gloved hand through sweaty brown hair. He had been gone all afternoon, swinging around Manhattan, looking for some trouble to step in between. Peter had one of those smiles that lit up the entire room, contagious to even the grumpiest of people. His eyes always matched that smiling, creating this bright and happy kid that always brightened the mood of the Avengers when they were having a bad day.

Peter waved his hand towards himself, motioning Clint to come towards the window, smiling eagerly before putting his mask back over the top half his face, exposing the bottom half, his mouth. As soon as Clint grumbled and got over to the window, Peter held out his hand flat, like a table, two little figures dropped down into the palm of his hand. Clint watched and saw Peter's lips move through the window, saying something along the lines of say hello. Pressing his hand against the glass to block some of the sunlight glare and say two tiny people in the red glove. Their tiny arms were waving up in the air, and Clint saw immediately who they were. Scott and Hope were dressed in their Ant-Man and Wasp suit, flying around helping Spider-Man do his daily rounds. Clint grinned and waved back before a thump vibrating through the floor caught his attention and he whirled around.

Thor was standing in the middle of the rec room, appeared out of nowhere. Chunks of plaster and drywall clung to bits of his clothes, and Clint tried not to think about where that might've come from.

"Barton! How are you today? Why is the Spider on the outside of the window?" Thor boomed, his common English getting a lot better than it used to be. Before it was full of 'ye' and 'thou' and even just proper English that nobody used before. Everyone had been helping him out with that, and it had been getting a lot better.

Just as Clint finished processing what Thor had said and was about to answer when the elevator doors slid open, revealing another person. It was so quiet for the beginning of the week, why was everyone showing up now? The elevator dinged, only Clint couldn't hear it.

Another man clad in dark red and black entered the floor, mask covering his face.

"Spidey-poo's outside because he's a big hero and I'm so proud of him!" Deadpool clasped his hands together and pressed them against his cheek, in the motion if he had eyelashes, they would be blinking like crazy.

Deadpool patted Thor's arm as he skipped past. "It's ok, Chris. You'll learn." Thor looked at him confused as Deadpool skipped to the window and blew Spidey a kiss through the window. Peter frowned, his mouth showing all the emotion since his face was covered.

"Who is Chris?" Clint caught Thor's question as it left his lips and shrugged. He couldn't understand what Deadpool was saying when the mask was over his face.

Deadpool stopped skipping as he came to in front of Clint and cocked his head to the side, staring at the archer quizzically while the mask displayed only some of his emotion. Clint saw slight movement around the mouth area of Deadpool's mask, but he didn't understand.

"Wait, Wade, say that again?" Clint didn't want to say he couldn't hear him yet, but Deadpool was one step ahead.

"Sorry, Clinton, I forgot you can't hear me. Sorry about that. Quick question, do you have any chimichangas?" Wade pulled up the bottom half of his mask just like Spidey and spoke and signed at the same time.

Clint was shocked, confused and, relieved? He was feeling a lot of different emotions and he didn't know what to feel about it.

Wade's mouth turned into a smile and he continued. "You'll get used to it. I'll see you guys later! Toodles!"

With that Deadpool drew his two guns and sprinted towards the window, shooting the glass and jumping out of Stark tower, whooping as he fell down. Spider-Man rolled his eyes as he fell, and Thor and Clint stared open mouthed, from the whole ordeal that had just happened.