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Tony: ATTENTION ALL FELLOW TONY LOVERS AND OTHER CHARACTER HATERS! THERE WILL BE A NEW FANFIC COMING UP SOON, SO GET READY FOR MORE OF ME!
Thor: MAN OF IRON, YOU HAVE JOINED ME IN WHAT THE OTHERS ADDRESS AS TALKING TOO LOUDLY! I WELCOME YOU.
Tony: Uh... Thor, what?
Thor: THE ONE CALLED PEPPER WITH THE HAIR OF FIRE HAS INTRODUCED ME TO SOMETHING NEW. PLEASE DO THE STICKING TO THE AREA AROUND YOU TO SEE.
*Texts from the Avengers time! :D*
Thor: MAN OF IRON, I HAVE FOUND SOMETHING NEW!
Tony: Ah, Pepper introduced you to phones, right? Well she did the same to Steve, so it's nothing new.
Thor: THE PATRIOTIC ONE HAS THIS MINIATURE DEVICE AS WELL? VERY WELL, I SHALL SEE TO IT THAT WE WILL TO THE TALKING OF PHONES.
Tony: Uh... Good.
Thor: MAN OF IRON, THE ONE WITH THE EYES THAT REMAIN THOSE OF A HAWK HAS TOLD ME THAT WHEN YOU PUT A CERTAIN MIDGARDIAN SIGN ALONG WITH ANOTHER, IT CREATES A LIKENESS OF FACES.
Thor: :) BEHOLD. I AM SMILING.
Tony: Good for you Thor, now please stop bothering me, I'm trying to work.
Thor: :) :) :) :)
Tony: I get it, now please stop.
Thor: :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :)
Tony: Hawkeye, I'm going to skin you.
Thor: BUT MAN OF IRON, IT IS STILL I WHOM YOU ARE STILL COMMUNICATING WITH, YET YOU ADDRESS ME AS THE ONE WITH THE EYES THAT REMAIN THOSE OF A HAWK.
Tony: ... Never mind.
Despite being ignored and avoided all day long, it wasn't all too bad for Clint, and anyway, his mind was too clustered and racked to notice much.
Clint had put his arrows and bow back, but people still stayed away from him, as if he were to suddenly shoot them in the face. He guessed that by now, Fury must've shown them the tape of him holding an arrow to Carabas' heart. He didn't know why, though, he hadn't plunged the arrow in, much less pierce the scum's skin, so why was everyone acting so diligent and treading around him so lightly?
Fatigue was running its careful traces on him, making him feel bad that he couldn't sleep, but Clint didn't want to sleep. He needed a shower.
Making his way to the bathroom, SHIELD agents quickly bolting out of his way. Clint fought the absurd urge to growl ferociously at the new trainees, but instead shot them fake glares. The new trainees tried to ignore him and ran off.
Climbing into the shower and allowing the water to wash over him, he closed his eyes. He fingered his bullet scars, and his new wound. The water washed the fatigue off of him, slowly but relieving him and lifting the pain off of him. Clint still missed Natasha, and it still hurt him how he couldn't see her or even converse with her just because of something she didn't even do.
"Why are you doing this to me?" Clint stopped the water, listening to the faint female voice outside of his door.
A male voice was just as faint, and he continued conversing with the woman. "Listen, Pepper-"
Clint heard Pepper sigh, and then her heels clicking lightly. "No, you listen. Natasha is innocent; it's not her fault, she was under the influence of a mind controlling device."
"Everything is against her case, there's nothing we can do to help her!"
"Well try!" She sounded extremely exasperated, "Fury, I don't believe there's nothing you can do about this! You have to try."
"We have. It's just not working well enough, Carabas is refusing to tell us anything."
"Well then, try harder." Clint heard her heels click and Fury's boots trudging along behind her, their steps fading.
Clint pulled his shirt over his head and yanked his pants on. Forcing himself to trudge to somewhere to do something else to keep his mind off of Natasha until he figured out a way to get back to her, he went into the library.
Tony's library was filled with books on war studies, machinery through the ages, and other old-age boring things that Clint had no interest in. Bored and frustrated, he grabbed a random book from the bookshelf and sank down onto the floor, idly staring at the page, mind distracted on other things.
Clint was so focused on thinking up a plan that it took him a long time after Maria had entered for him to notice her.
"Clint. Clint. Clint, can you hear me?"
Immediately, Clint looked up from his page, and focused slowly on Maria, who was bending over in front of him, a crooked smile tugging at the corner of her lips.
"You've been reading that same page for the past ten minutes." She murmured, looking down at his book, and studying it.
He frowned, pretending to be annoyed. "Well, I'm a slow reader."
"It's blank," she answered firmly, pressing a finger down onto the page.
Clint slowly glanced down to the first page of the book, which was a blank page, and had to stifle a slightly annoyed smile. He heard Maria try not to laugh, and clear her throat to try to cover it up.
"So," Clint stood up, slamming the book shut. "Can I help you?"
"Yes," she answered, matter-of-factly, "Tony's running low on supplies, so we need someone to run out and pick up some."
"Why me?" He whined, this time actually annoyed that he of all the other Avengers perfectly capable of getting the groceries had to go out to the store.
Maria allowed the smile to slip onto her lips. "Because," she answered, "You're the only person who doesn't have an excuse."
Clint sputtered and stammered for a good response, but his brain couldn't seem to find one. Maria gave him a solitary nod, as if her job had been done and turned, walking out with the same grace that had brought her into this room.
Muttering underneath his breath, Clint plucked his helmet off the wall and rode down the elevator to his motorcycle, eyes lifting up and off the grocery list.
At least now he had something to distract him.
The texting icon was flashing at him. Again.
Tony ignored it the way he had ignored the five previous ones, but it went on flashing with mindless patience, as irritating as whoever had sent it. Tony was not in the mood for texting, so after he had finished the final round of his soldering and tinkering, he leaned over to slide a forefinger across the icon and led it over to the trash can.
Seeing as though it was from Legolas however, Tony decided he might reply, just this one time. Pulling the phone closer to his face, he looked over the messages.
Hey, do u wnt blackberries or blueberries?
Nvrmind, I got something way better
1% milk or skim? Or like soy milk?
How many eggs shuld I buy? White or brown? What's the difference?
I just found something called tofu eggs, should I get it?
Wait, u r paying me back for this, right?
Followed by a round of:
Tony. TONY FRICKING STARK!
TONY STARCHHHHH
Antonio Starchio Lameo
MAN OF IRON
ARGGGHHH ANTONTON, ANSWER MEEEE
Fine, I'm getting 2% milk, fatten u up more
Snickering to himself, Tony opened up the keyboard and tapped his fingers onto it, sending back a quick;
Thanks for warning me, Merida.
Tony occupied himself working on his new project-building something that would keep the time capsule protected and was so busy that it took him yet another half an hour to notice that Pepper hadn't yet appeared.
Normally she would come down around every meal time and made sure that he had eaten or nagged him about something if he hadn't gone upstairs for so many hours, but when he looked up from his suit schematics or his schematics for the box to contain the capsule, there was no sign of his normally annoyingly punctual personal assistant.
He frowned, puzzled. "JARVIS, what's Pepper up to?"
"She is looking for Clint," the AI answered, "And has not yet asked me for help; even though I do know where he is."
Tony had to let out a small laugh. That was his assistant, never asking for help until she absolutely needed it. He dropped his stuff and went to take her to him, and thought he might get some food and fresh air in the process.
By the time he had found her, Steve, Bruce and Fury decided to tag along as well, Bruce going to pick up some wires and whatnot, Fury going to supervise, and Steve was just plain bored.
They managed to track Clint down, and he was walking along the street, one grocery bag in each hand. Steve and Bruce strutted right up, and he gave all five of them a welcoming smile.
Clint handed the bags to Bruce and Steve and stuck his hands into his pockets.
"So, you guys stalking me, or what?" He asked, looking up at the bright streetlights.
The night was exceptionally clear and cool, so everyone was either wearing a light jacket or a sweater.
"No," Steve stated, "We're bored enough to come help you, so you should be grateful."
Clint rolled his eyes. "Whatever."
Someone ran up to the group, jumping up and down in excitement. "OMG," The teenage girl exclaimed, "You're the Avengers!" She gave them a big smile, revealing her braces. "I love you guys! Can I get your autographs?" The girl held out a book and a pen, rocking back and forth on her heels all the while.
Bruce looked like he was about the hesitate, but a smug Tony elbowed past him and eagerly took the book and pen from the girl. "Surree, what's your name?" He asked, clicking the pen.
"Katy," She answered quickly, pigtails shaking as she shook as well. "So like, you're the Hulk guy, right?" The girl clapped her hands together.
"I'm actually Bruce Banner," He informed her, "My alter-ego, which is uncontrollable is actually-"
"Whatever," She interrupted rudely, and handed him the book and pen.
Bruce hesitantly signed.
"And you're Captain America," Katy added, pointing at Steve, "Do you actually have powers?"
"I-" Steve tried to find his wording, but Katy rolled her eyes again, and handed the book to him after Bruce finished.
"My friend calls herself a fan, but wait 'till she sees this, she's going to be so jealous!" Katy then turned to Clint and asked him, "So like, where's the spider girl?"
Clint's jaws were hurting long before he realized he was gritting his teeth. "Her name is Black Widow."
Katy didn't really care, she just held out her book for Clint. "I heard she's evil, is she?"
At this point, he couldn't take it anymore. Clint slapped the book out of the teenager's hands and whirled around on the heel of his foot. He stormed off, until an adult and their child stepped into his path.
The woman was actually very pretty, and she was balancing a cake box in one hand, and the other holding her kid's hand. "Hello Hawkeye, I'm a reporter for Continental News, and there's a rumor going around that the infamous Black Widow is evil; would you like to make a statement?"
Clint held his breath for a long time, and stared at the cake box in her hand. He didn't know if she was just messing with him, and he didn't care if she was trying to get a rise out of him by working with the teenager, but Clint pulled his emergency dagger from his pocket and stabbed it straight into the cake box, piercing through the cardboard and sticking into the cake. As he did this, he let an exasperated scream and left the dagger handle sticking out of the box and ran, with the kid and the woman gaping at him.
Steve stuffed the groceries into Tony's arm and ran after Clint. As he passed the woman, he cried, "Sorry!", giving her a sympathetic look.
Bruce walked by, nodding empathtically and trailing close, nipping on Steve's and Clint's heels.
As Tony and Pepper speedwalked by, Tony pulled out the dagger and peered at the cake inside the box. It was an Avengers cake, clearly for the woman's son, and had figurines of each of the Avengers on it. There was a slit where the dagger had entered, but was otherwise alright. Tony gave the dagger a lick and nodded.
"Avengers Cake, good choice," He ran his forefinger across the blade, getting more icing off. "Mind telling me where you got that?" He asked, but Pepper pulled him away, yanking him away from the wide-eyed woman and her child who couldn't believe he was seeing his favorite superheroes in front of him.
Fury walked by, looked into the box, and gently pulled out the small Nick Fury figurine. He gave them a small nod, and continued walking after the group in front of him.
The kid looked up at his mom and rubbed his eyes. "COOL!" He cried, and jumped up and down.
If you are a new trainee as a SHIELD intern, despite what Hawkeye tells you otherwise, DO NOT rub Director Fury's head. It will not bring you good luck.
This is the reason why they need a new intern in the first place.
Also, Mr. Parker, if you are reading this, please do not jump off the Helicarrier when not in uniform in front of the new trainees.
Whomever put up the Iron Man suit, Thor's Mjolnir, Black Widow's stingers, and Captain America's shield are to take them down IMMEDIATELY from Amazon.
And remove all rhinestones.
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