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Basements and Starting Fights:

~Clint~

"You're not getting away this time, bastard." I mumble to myself as I walk down into a basement. I'm holding onto my gun so tightly my knuckles are white, but I don't care. As soon as I step on the last stair a bullet hits the wall by my head. I duck down and fire off a shot. "I know you're there, Bucky." I call into thin air. "You're lucky I'm not a cop." I see a head peer out from around a corner.

"You're not?" I shake my head and roll behind another wall. "Why're you here, then?"

"You shot me."

"Sorry about that. They were my orders." I laugh.

"Yeah. I was supposed to be the one doing the shooting. I wasn't going to go through with it, though. I only took the job so that Phil wouldn't get shot. I knew if I didn't take it, someone else would and then he'd be dead." I hear him laugh.

"My shot was dead on, by the way. It's your fault I missed."

"A good sniper hides better. That's where we got you. Now, come face me like a man." He obeys and we walk to the middle of the room. Both of us have our guns holstered at our sides and he stares me up and down before speaking.

"What is it you want?" I smirk and punch him again, knocking him onto the cold floor. I grab his arms and pin them behind his back the way you would if he were handcuffed. "What are you doing? I thought you said you aren't a cop?" He yells a string of curse words that I try to ignore.

"I'm not a cop. But I sure as hell am bringing you to them."

~Clint~

I watch as Bucky is taken down the hall to the cells. I'm filled with so much happiness at the sight. Steve starts cuffing my hands. "I'm sorry to be doing this, Clint." I shake my head.

"No, don't be. We had a deal." He pushes me down the hall with his good arm. "Do I still have my one phone call?"

"Are you planning on calling Phil?" I nod.

"Who else would I call?" He smiles.

"I think I can work something out." He opens a door to the cell that Loki's in, probably risking his job by letting us stay together again. "Have fun you two."

"Hey, Loki." I smirk. "How's jail been without my awesomeness?"

"Boring."

~Clint~

Steve approaches our cell. "Barton. You wanted your call?" I nod, walking to him. "You get five minutes. Make them count."

"Of course." He walks me to the room with a phone I can use and stands a few feet away as I dial. The phone rings two and-a-half times before I get an answer. "Hey, Phil. It's me, Clint."

"Clint! You're… alive!" I laugh a bit and smile into the phone. God the things this man does to me.

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm alive."

"Where are you?"

"Jail. I brought Bucky in and I got myself arrested." He sighs.

"You're safe, right?" I nod, momentarily forgetting he can't see me.

"Yeah, yeah I'm safe. I only have minor injuries. I'll be fine, Phil. Don't worry so much."

"I'm going to get you out of there. I'll talk to mother and work something out. All right?"

"She doesn't like me. She won't go for it."

"That's too bad."

"I gotta go. I love you."

"I love you too, Clint." I smile as I hang up the phone and walk back to my cell with Steve. Somehow, I think everything might just end up okay.

~Clint~

It's lunch time and Loki and I are sitting at a table by ourselves as we eat the horrible plastic this place calls food. I roll my eyes as I see Bucky start walking up to us. "God help me…" I mumble as my head drops. Bucky puts his tray next to mine and claps me on the shoulder. "What do you want, asshole?" I say as I look up to him.

"What a way to greet a friend."

"Friend? You shot me."

"You let me." Touché, Barnes. Touché. "Besides, I have something for you." I raise an eyebrow at him and I soon feel his fist connect with my face. I end up on the ground with Bucky wailing on me. It isn't pleasant. Loki pulls him off of me and I raise a hand to my face for blood control. It's not that bad. I pull Bucky off of Loki and punch him square in the jaw. I dodge a few hits from him and he dodges a few from me.

I knee him in the gut, which gives me the perfect opportunity to deck him in the face again. Officers come to pry us off of each other and I know I'm going to get sent to the principal's office, so to speak.

~Clint~

"What were you thinking? You broke his jaw, Clint! And his nose. And three of his ribs. Are you an idiot?" I stare up at Steve as I try so hard not to laugh.

"He hurt me. Right here." I point lazily to the area I got shot in. "He hit me first, I was defending myself." Steve lifts an eyebrow. "I promise."

"You wouldn't stop hitting him." I shrug my shoulders. "You could've caused serious damage, Clint."

"He had it coming."

"You're being ridiculous. And it's going to be difficult to convince Phil's mom of letting you go if you're starting fights."

"What was I supposed to do?" I stand up and my voice gets significantly louder. "Was I supposed to just let him wail on me, huh?"

"That's not what I'm saying and you know it."

"Can I leave now, Captain?"

"Yeah. I'll walk you to your cell."

A/N: So… Can you guys believe how far we've come? Seriously, chapter 28 already. Wow. I love you guys.