CHAPTER 3 - Space

Clint relented in allowing Loki to use magic around the farm. But there was a limit. Especially when Loki tried to grow fruits and vegetables out of season. Even Laura agreed with Clint on that one. So, Loki only did it for the family. Months passed and everyone fell into a routine. Clint typically tended to escape outside, running, training and certainly shooting. He had actually enjoyed Loki's magical spell that made the range longer than it looked, which Loki had given him as an apparently late birthday gift. The spell even increased the distance as Clint hit the mark to make it more challenging. Loki could tell that brought the archer one step closer again. Now the Lie-smith just needed to figure out other ways for Clint to personally enjoy magic.

Pietro and Loki tended to work the fields, making sure everything was growing right, there were no weeds coming in and no animals had invaded. Laura took to caring for the kids like she used to do but after the first month, Laura went into town and got a job. There was a small debate over Clint possibly getting a job as well. But eventually it was decided that that might not be a good idea.

"Hey Dad! Can Pietro and I head out to the stream and search for rocks?" Cooper called, knowing his father still didn't really like them going out of his sight. Even with Cooper on the brink of being sixteen and Pietro was almost twenty one, the archer couldn't do it. With everything that had happened and knowing that enemies always waited till his guard was down, Clint couldn't allow it. Clint paused in his chore of cutting some more wood for the upcoming winter storm before looking over to the duo.

"It's hunting season so, I'll join ya," Clint replied, grabbing his things to put them all away. He trusted both of them as they were old enough to wander around on their own. But considering everything that happened, Clint didn't like letting any of them wander around alone. The security measures around the house made it that he felt safe leaving Lila with Nate and Laura would be home soon. Loki, who had just finished going over the yard, headed over to Clint.

"'Search for rocks?' Are the ones here not good enough?" Loki wondered. Clint snorted, unable to help himself.

"Come with and I'll show you," Clint retorted. Loki frowned but nodded his head. This was one of the first times that Clint was easily communicating with him and not in angered tones or hostility. He was being civil and was willing to spend more time with the trickster. Most of the anger and hostility between the two had been over the whole idea of magic. Like Loki had thought before, with Laura now knowing of Clint's magic, she was determined to make him try at least a small spell. After a while, Loki had to convince her to back off a bit. Though it didn't matter now. Not wanting to risk the boys taking off alone, the duo met up with Pietro and Cooper and headed off. The walk down to the stream was much longer than Loki expected it to be. And the stream was actually more like a river. "Come on, the rocks are down here."

Clint moved to an embankment and jumped closer to the water. Pietro and Cooper easily followed. With a sigh, Loki did as well. Down near the river bed, Loki noticed that many of the rocks were thinner, shinier and sometimes crystal like. He leaned down, looking at some in surprise. Clint laughed near him. The trickster looked up.

"The rocks down here are better than any you'll find by the house. They've been stripped down a bit and cleaned by the water," Clint informed. Loki snorted but said nothing. Slowly, he picked through the rocks, playing with a few before returning them. He used his magic to find some of the ones more willing to leave the bed and travel to somewhere else. Clint seemed to instead find some of the thinner and smoother rocks and tossed them into the water with various amounts of skipping. Loki also noted that unconsciously, Clint kept picking rocks that actually wanted to return to the river. Thankfully, that wasn't a use of magic that would make him a full user. Just something that seemed similar to intuition.

"Dad! Dad! Look at this one!" Cooper called, rushing toward Loki and Clint. Both men turned to see it. Clint smiled, about to praise the find when Loki cried out.

"DON'T MOVE!" he cried. Cooper froze and smartly didn't release the rock. Clint glanced back at Loki confused. "It's another stone."

"Fuck," Clint muttered, slowly moving toward his son. Cooper looked terrified. "It's okay Coop. I'm just gonna come over there and grab that. Don't move."

Cooper nodded, keeping his arm as still as possible as the rest of him began to shake in fear. He didn't know what was making his father and Loki nervous but their tension was frightening him. Loki began moving closer as well. When Clint took the stone, he'd need to protect the child. Or, vice versa. The two were within inches of Cooper when the boy couldn't keep his hand still any longer. Cooper shook and there was a blinding flash of light. Shocked, Cooper dropped the stone.

"Where's Clint and Loki?" Pietro asked, moving toward Cooper after the flash faded. The teen started crying. He had killed his dad!


Loki stumbled, unable to help himself, when the power cut through him. Beside him, the trickster noted Clint had gone to his knees. The archer looked highly dazed and unable to figure out what had just happened. A side effect of this particular stone's use. Having done it before, Loki was able to shake it off. Though he wasn't all that much better than Clint was. Without connection to this stone, he had no idea where they were. This destination had been the stone's choice and left no clues behind.

"What the hell was that?" Clint groaned, moving to get up but he just fell back down, dazed. Loki shifted closer.

"That, would be another Space Stone," Loki replied, thinking of the Tesseract in his control. Clint shuddered. Carefully, Loki looked Clint over. The archer's body was stressed and strained.

"Fuck these stones," he grumbled. Loki smirked. Poor Clint did seem to be getting the shit end of the stick with these items. Clint again tried to get to his feet, but this time, Loki laid a hand on the archer's shoulder. The trickster couldn't help but be worried about the archer. Coming in contact with as many stones as Clint had, the effects were beginning to wearing on him and his body. Loki wasn't sure Clint would be able to tolerate many more attempts with stones in such rapid succession. Including a second trip through space with the Tesseract, so the trickster was pleased that Clint didn't know he carried it. "Stay. It will take you a while to get over the transportation."

"Yeah... Yeah, okay," Clint agreed, easily getting back on the ground. Slowly, the archer started to look around. "Uh... Where's everyone else?"

"Your son accidentally activated the stone, but unlike when I activated the Tesseract, your son aimed the spell at us with no clear destination in mind," Loki informed. Clint frowned. "Your son should be home, safe and sound with Pietro."

"Oh... That's good I guess," Clint grunted, still too dazed to really understand the importance of the situation. Sighing, Clint focused more on their surroundings. "Do you ah... Know where we are?"

"Sadly, I do not," Loki sighed. Clint groaned, leaning back to lay down on the ground. Loki looked down at him. Was the archer worse than he feared? Was Clint getting 'beaten' down by the stones now? Or was it something else? For now though, Loki needed to keep Clint calm and not warn him of the danger his body would be in. "If Asgard was still around, Heimdall may have been able to find us and bring us back."

"And instead he's on Earth... Farsight doesn't allow him to see this far?" Clint wondered. Loki sighed.

"The Bifrost had a view of the planets and stars around us. He could use that open space to see all. I cannot think of a place on Midgard that would allow him the same freedom," Loki explained. Clint sighed, shifting back to sitting. Slowly, he got to his feet. At least this time he didn't fall over. But he was swaying. Loki gripped his elbow, holding the archer. Clint just nodded his thanks and Loki couldn't help but feel relieved. All that tension they had been suffering through before was gone.

"Well, I haven't paid attention to any astronomy so, I can't help here," Clint grunted, looking out at the space above them. Loki sighed.

"That is fine. Out here, you may not be able to recognize the places you know," Loki responded. Clint muttered something under his breath. Loki smirked. "I understand this is a difficult situation but, I am certain things will work out."

"Sure," Clint hissed, getting to his feet. He turned in a circle, looking everything over. "So... No idea about civilization?"

"I can sense a settlement to our south," Loki answered, pointing toward what Clint could only hope was what the trickster thought it was. Nodding, Clint started walking that way. Loki slowly followed behind. Neither of them spoke as they traveled. The further they went from the 'drop' sight, the more Loki noted the lack of life. Somehow that twinged an idea of where the duo had landed. They made it halfway to the settlement when suddenly, both of them froze, their muscles stiff.

"Wh?" Clint tried to force out. Loki didn't respond. He knew where they were now and it wasn't going to be good for them. They were on Agryke... A very well known planet that had many of it's people taken and sold as slaves by various species. And now, they were to be next.

"Well, well, well. What do we have here?" an unknown voice laughed, coming up from behind. Clint's brow furrowed in confusion. Loki's Allspeak made it that he'd be able to understand what these people would say. But Clint would be totally lost. The alien came into view slowly. Loki fought to keep his composure. This was worse than he thought. The alien that had captured them was a Fanne. A highly dangerous species that loved to capture slaves and use them for training their young. "Some Terrans!"

"Good meat," another Fanne replied, sneaking around Clint's side. Loki grimaced. Clint had closed his eyes now. Focusing a bit more, Loki realized Clint was trying to relax himself as if that would help him escape. Loosening his muscles from the trap they walked right into. The second Fanne grabbed Clint's chin. Clint didn't even open his eyes. "Pretty meat too."

"Don't need pretty, need fast," the first one called. Chuckling, the Fanne walked closer and looked Loki over. "They'll do."


When Clint woke up, he had no idea what was going on. His muscles were sore, his head was killing him, and everything had a strange hue to it. Focusing a bit more on what was going on, Clint could tell that he was locked in a dungeon of some kind. He could feel that someone was nearby. All his spying instinct told him not to move. Whoever was with him gave a light scoff.

"I can tell you are awake," Loki's voice announced. Clint slowly opened his eyes and twisted to see Loki was sitting near him, a metal collar attached to a chain, attached to something on Clint and then to the wall. Groaning, the archer shifted to get up and felt the movement of his own metal collar that was also chained up to the wall.

"What happened?" Clint grunted, his voice hoarse as if he hadn't spoken for weeks. Loki sighed. He needed to help Clint out. If they were going to be out here for as long as Loki figured they would, Clint would need to understand the species they would come across. Loki could only hope that Clint wouldn't hate him for it and Clint's magic wouldn't drain the spell too much.

"Before I answer, I must lay a certain spell onto you," Loki informed. Clint frowned but didn't argue. Instead he watched and was surprised when Loki shifted over to lay his hand on Clint's forehead and sneaking his other under the collar and to Clint's throat. Loki muttered in some language and Clint felt a heating of his throat and the pain in his head increased.

"Ow," Clint moaned when Loki backed off. Loki gave him a weak smile.

"I apologize. I should have done that before we got attacked," Loki replied. Clint reached for his throat in confusion.

"What did you do?" Clint asked.

"Mother once taught me the ability to copy one of my traits and give that copy to another. I used that spell to give you Allspeak," Loki explained. Clint frowned. "You will need it to understand what these Fanne demand."

"Fanne?" Clint repeated.

"The name of the species that have caught us," Loki responded. Clint rolled his eyes. Of course. Why not make things even more difficult?

"Any idea what they want?"

"Slaves to hunt," Loki bluntly stated. Clint paled. That didn't sound good for them.

"Seriously?"

"Yes. They are going to use us as a training method for their young," Loki added. Clint winced. Yup, not good.

"And, if we survive?"

"We won't."

"Wow... Pessimistic much?" Clint scoffed, furrowing his brows in disappointment. Loki shook his head. Clint hadn't understood what he meant.

"They send over fifty young after a small number of slaves. Even if you escape one, another will be on your trail. No one can stay on alert long enough to last. And the elders will not collect the young until every slave is dead."

"Nice," Clint sarcastically muttered. Loki nodded, turning away from Clint. This was not going well for them. "What... What if we kill all fifty young?"

"Hmm?" Loki questioned, looking back at the archer.

"What if the slaves, or us, kill all those sent after us?" Clint wondered, focusing on the trickster. Loki scoffed.

"Likely the elders will be sent after us after even one of their young were to be killed," Loki mumbled. Clint groaned, hitting his head lightly against the wall behind them. Loki hummed at Clint's actions. He felt much the same way, but didn't wish to injure himself.

"Can you use magic to get us out of here?" Clint asked. Loki sighed.

"There is a dampener here. I had enough of a difficult time doing the spell to give you the Allspeak. I may not get enough back before we are taken to the hunt," Loki called. Clint groaned again, resuming his head bashing. "You will soon damage your mind."

"Do you know how many concussions I've had in my life? Nearly a hundred," Clint snipped, not wanting to discuss this anymore. Loki snorted.

"Not a fact to be proud of."

"Hey, didn't say I was proud of it. Just said I had a lot."

"Will you two just shut it!?" a voice cried from a distance away. Clint and Loki traded looks. There was someone else down here.

"Who's asking, maybe we'll shut up then," Clint retorted making Loki roll his eyes. So like Clint. There was a snort.

"Fricking dick. Name's Rocket," the voice informed. Loki smirked.

"Rocket, cool. My name's Clint," the archer easily replied not even caring that he had no idea what he was speaking to. He glanced at Loki but the trickster said nothing. Sighing, Clint continued on. "My speaking partner is Loki."

"Loki? What the frag kinda name is that?" Rocket chuckled. Loki rolled his eyes again.

"What mother would name their child Rocket?" the trickster snapped. There was a laugh.

"My ma didn't name me. I named me," Rocket called, almost proud of himself. Loki snorted.

"And you chose that as your name?"

"Shut it!" Rocket growled. Loki sighed, closing his eyes. It was like speaking with a young Thor. Something that he never enjoyed.

"Play nice you two," Clint chided. "We're all stuck in this together."

"You're assuming I'm gonna be staying," Rocket replied. Clint turned to Loki with a harsh glare. If this guy was gonna get rescued, maybe he could help them. Loki huffed, crossing his arms over his chest as he knew what Clint wanted. For once, Loki understood what it was like to be in this position. Normally, he was the one telling Thor to be silent.

"Do you know when you might be leaving?" Clint wondered. Rocket scoffed.

"Soon as my friends get here."

"Helpful," Loki whispered. Clint elbowed him.

"Would you be willing to take us with you?" Clint inquired. There was silence.

"What kinda units you got?" Clint frowned. Of fucking course. Loki chuckled lightly.

"Uh... When you bring us to where we need to be, I can get you whatever you want," Clint suggested. There was a loud laugh.

"You think I'm gonna trust that? Units upfront or nothing."

"Well... Fine..." Clint mumbled, leaning back against the wall again. Loki looked to him and smirked. His turn. He wasn't called Lie-smith and Silvertongue for a reason.

"I bet he don't even have friends coming. Just tells people this to give them false hope," Loki loudly proclaimed. Clint softly laughed at that even as Rocket let out a loud indignant sound. Loki sounded a bit like Natasha did in situations like these. Clint should probably take their example some day.

"What the flarg you talking about? I got friends!" Rocket cried, obviously offended.

"I doubt they'd be able to rescue us. They'll likely be caught as well," Loki chuckled, speaking mainly to Clint as if Rocket wasn't talking. Clint rolled his eyes, a smile tugging at his lips. It was nice to actually see the Lie-smith in action. He had only heard of Loki's tongue twisting. Natasha was pretty good at it as well, but Loki was known for it. Clint was watching the 'master.'

"Oh, I'll show you! My friends'll get here and I'll get you out!" Rocket snapped. Loki nodded. That's what he wanted to hear. Clint covered his huff of laughter with a cough.

"We'll see," the trickster scoffed.


It took another four hours or so of trading quips with Rocket before there were loud sounds of a fight off in the distance. Clint, who had fallen asleep an hour and a half before hand, was jostled awake by Loki. The duo stood and moved as far as they could to look out of their area. Apparently Rocket did the same as Clint noted a raccoon (the only other creature moving) coming out from a cell a few down. Clint nearly scoffed at the sight but then figured, he'd seen odder things than a talking raccoon. No need to piss the guy off when he was finally 'willing' to help them escape. The sound of a fight drew closer.

"That, is my friends!" Rocket declared turning to look at Clint and Loki. He blanched at the sight of them. "More Terrans... Great."

Seconds later, the door blasted open and a guy wearing a dark maroon jacket, what seemed to be a pair of jeans, boots and a helmet that covered over the guy's face came through. In his hands was a strange type of duel blaster that was now aimed down at the ground. As the smoke started to clear, the man just kinda stood there in a 'heroic' pose. Clint sighed. He had always wanted to do that at least once, but seeing it now... It was annoying. No wonder why Natasha and Coulson never allowed him to do it. And he swore he'd never allow Tony to do it.

"Quill! Get over here!" Rocket snapped. 'Quill' groaned, bringing his hand up to tap the side of his helmet. It vanished like a molecular item, sinking into something around Quill's neck. Clint raised an eyebrow at that and the duel blaster items on the guy, but didn't want to comment just yet. Heaven forbid this guy thought they were enemies as well.

"Hold your horses," Quill snipped, moving deeper into the cells. He glanced around, catching sight of Clint and Loki looking at him. Quill paused. Clint schooled his expression, unsure how to act around this new comer and possible savior. "Hiya."

"Hi," Clint muttered, waving a hand at the man.

"Quill!" Rocket growled again. Quill rolled his eyes, turning and pointing his blaster at Rocket. Clint raised an eyebrow again. The blast ended up being a white fog that hit something behind Rocket. Clint could only assume it was the chain. Rocket lurched forward, the tip of his chain covered in ice. "Come on, let's go."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! We can't just leave them!" Quill cried, pointing to Loki and Clint. Rocket snarled at them.

"They got no units and they pissed me off. Let's go," Rocket insisted. Quill rolled his eyes and headed over to the duo. Like with Rocket, he shot his blaster at the chains holding them to the wall and each other. Once free, Clint focused on Quill.

"Thanks," Clint stated. Quill nodded before turning back. The sounds of battle had gotten closer. Growling, Quill pressed against his ear.

"Yeah, Gamora. I got him," Quill hissed. He started moving away. Unsure what else to do, Clint started following. With a soft groan and roll of his eyes, Loki trailed after as well. Rocket waited at the door and once Quill passed he held up a paw to stop them. Clint stilled, staring down at the raccoon even as he felt Loki stiffen behind him.

"We got ya free, now bug off," Rocket snipped. Clint sighed.

"Okay. But, the exit is this way," Clint stressed. Rocket turned quickly to look back before focusing again on Clint with narrowed eyes. The archer could tell the raccoon was pissed off at him. Clint glanced up at Quill who had his face covered with one of his hands.

"Fine," the raccoon snarled as Quill rubbing his hand down his face. Rocket spun and started walking away. Quill snorted at the raccoon before focusing on the archer and trickster.

"Sorry bout him. He ain't all that friendly," Quill excused even as Loki came up to stand beside Clint. Clint shrugged. He was used to unfriendly people. As they walked away from the dungeon, Clint and Loki saw that the hall that was covered with dead or unconscious Fanne. A good three turns away from where they had been trapped, Clint's eyes spotted something in a different hall that they were passing. He quickly headed over to it. His motions drew the attention of the other three. Loki tilted his head a bit, wondering what Clint saw but Quill and Rocket had a different reaction.

"What the flarg are ya doing?" Rocket cried when Clint deviated. Clint ignored him and grabbed what must have been the key off one of the dead Fanne. With it in hand, the archer quickly made do with the collar on his neck. Then tossed the key to Loki. The trickster smiled and started undoing his own collar. Loki was honestly surprised that it was much harder than Clint had made it seem.

"How did you see that?" Quill questioned, glancing between where Clint had been and where the guard was laying.

"Good eyesight," Clint retorted as Loki finished unhooking his collar with a snort. The trickster let out a sigh of relief. Apparently the collar was what was dampening his power.

"Alright, toss it here," Rocket demanded. Loki smirked, holding the key tighter in his hand. Clint rolled his eyes. They didn't have time for this.

"Loki," he chided. Loki huffed, making sure to not look at Clint, before tossing the key over. Rocket unlatched his just as fast as Clint. Loki frowned. Why was it so easy for them?

"K, let's go!" Rocket insisted. Quill rolled his eyes but they all headed off. They made it a few paths down before a larger man with no shirt and tattoos all over his body appeared. Loki tensed but when Quill and Rocket didn't do anything, he figured the man must be a friend. Clint also didn't react to the added person.

"Quill, the cowards are running away," the man informed.

"Got it. Let's head to the ship," Quill ordered. Clint and Loki said nothing as they continued following the group. As they kept going, a woman with green skin and red hair arrived. Her large sword a very threatening presence. Clint noted that she hardly looked at them before falling into step next to Quill. Loki tensed for half a second, but said nothing.

"Who are they?" the woman asked. Quill glanced back at Clint and Loki.

"People we're helping," Quill determined. Clint smirked. Apparently Quill was much more keen on helping people than Rocket ever would be.

"People with no units," Rocket hissed under his breath. Not saying another word, the group headed out of what seemed to be a compound of some sort. Bodies littered the ground in various states. Some looked cut up, some burned, some frozen, and others with a snapped neck. Clint huffed at the display before turning to look back. There was something off. The exit was too easy. With the first guy saying that the Fanne were running away, this had to be a trap of some sort. Someone had to be watching them. He walked backwards for a bit, his brow furrowing even as his eyes tracked over the area. Loki glanced his way with a frown. Having watched the archer, Loki knew that Clint was expecting more danger.

"Clint?" he asked when Clint stopped walking. The trickster stopped as well. This time the woman and Quill looked back, slowing their pace until they stopped. Rocket and the tattooed man continued till they reached the ship and turned to watch. "What do you see?"

Clint didn't respond, he just pounded his foot onto the ground, a gun that had been sitting on the ground beside him easily jumping up into his hand and before he really had a good look at how it worked, he fired. A Fanne fell out of one of the doorways, dead. Another shot and one fell off the roof. And a third into one of the bodies that had one that started to lift up before Clint even glanced at it. There was a pause as Clint looked around. Nothing else. Apparently only three wanted to stay behind. Sighing, he turned to see everyone but Loki staring at him. Loki had shifted to look at the others.

"What?" the archer wondered. He was actually honestly confused and Loki couldn't help but smirk. The trickster tended to forget that on Earth, the Avengers seemed to outshine Clint's skills. And of course, these people would have had no idea of the archer's skill.

"Can we keep 'em?" Rocket demanded. Quill shook his head to get out of his surprised stupor and glanced over to Rocket.

"Thought you didn't wanna help them," Quill accused. Rocket huffed, crossing his paws over his chest.

"He's a better shot than you," Rocket snipped. Quill's eyes narrowed.

"Trash panda," he muttered under his breath. Clint tried to hold back his laugh at that but something must have come out cause Quill was looking at him again. But either way, Rocket hadn't heard Quill so it was good. Loki shifted, getting ready to defend Clint if needed. "Where did you say you came from?"

"We didn't," Loki mentioned.

"Earth," Clint stated, ignoring Loki. Quill's eyes widened.

"You're... You're from EARTH!" he happily shouted. Clint frowned, not getting what was happening now. "I'm from Earth!"

"So you know the way back?" Clint wondered unable to hide the amount of excitement and hope. Quill smiled before stilling and then frowning. Clint sighed. He knew that reaction. "You're not gonna bring us back there."

"Uh... I can bring you somewhere that can get you closer there," Quill suggested, feeling guilty. Clint glanced to Loki, wondering if that would help. Loki simply frowned at Quill. There was no guarantee that being closer to Earth meant they'd find safe travel to finish their journey. Being with these people may be their only option.

"Quill, let's just go back. You can't avoid it forever," the woman soothed. Quill looked to her with a slightly betrayed look. There was a long pause as everyone just watched Quill. He watched them. It took a moment before Clint noticed Quill seemed to be caving. Then the other earthling sighed and nodded.

"Fine. Get in," Quill demanded, spinning on his heel to go into the ship. Clint smiled and nodded his thanks to the woman.

"Clint," he introduced, holding out a hand to her. The woman stared at it before looking back up at Clint. Clint simply shrugged and dropped the hand. Stubborn, he was fine with that. Loki was the same way. He just ignored the woman's reaction. Loki huffed, amused before he crossed his arms over his chest, waiting for Clint to dare introduce him again.

"I am Drax the Destroyer!" the tattooed guy called from the ship, a large smile on his face. Loki raised an eyebrow. He had heard that name before. But it didn't fully trigger the memory as too why he knew it. There was something. Right on the tip of his tongue. "That is Gamora!"

"Daughter of Thanos?" Loki hissed, his eyes narrowing slightly as he focused on her. Clint shifted between Loki and Gamora. The archer really didn't want a fight here and with Loki's tone... It was more than likely was going to go that way. Gamora's gaze darkened on Loki. Typically when someone sounded like that around her, it meant a fight was going to be brewing.

"Don't. Don't cause an issue now," Clint snarled, focusing more on Loki than Gamora. Loki's eyes narrowed at him. "If she's here, he ain't. So drop it."

"When you die, I'll remind you of this conversation," Loki snarled, moving toward the ship as if Gamora wasn't going to be joining him inside. Clint rolled his eyes. Drama queen.

"So fucking dramatic," the archer countered, making sure his voice was loud enough for Loki to hear. In his mind, Clint got an image of Loki flipping him off. He huffed. While not liking magic done to his head, for some reason Loki doing it lately just then didn't phase him.

"I am confused. Are you an enemy of Thanos?" Drax questioned when Loki got close enough. Loki gave him a dry look.

"Drax doesn't understand sarcasm or euphemism or metaphors," Rocket chuckled. Loki hissed and headed into the ship without another word. Clint sighed deeply. Oh, this was gonna be fun.


And another week down. Pretty long chapter just because when I did a bit of work on it, I didn't feel like changing the chapter splits and stuff. So, some may be as longer or possibly longer. But most will likely be around the 3000 word mark.

This week has been strange. Started our annual Stitch Trouble (copy of Elf on a Shelf without the Elf). Can't really think of what to do as of right now... Hope I'll figure it out soon. Anyways, Darius has been great. Currently upstairs drumming away and making a ton of noise. He seriously has no idea how to keep his voice down. Which has been bad for me this week as I've had migraines each day. But, best way to get him slightly calm was to give him a tablet or phone. Wish it could have been something else but no. That's the only way to keep him quiet for a good amount of time. Hubby has been spending his nights in Darius's bed so that I don't get either of them sick. Darius is loving it. He says he's having fun at school and at daycare. And poor hubby is 'insulted' that whenever he goes to pick up Darius, Darius runs to hug me, blowing by him. It makes me feel good considering when Clint went to this same daycare he did the same to me. Baby Jason is doing well. Apparently giving his parents trouble sleeping but otherwise, good. Pretty much set on a schedule of when to do certain things. And getting shaken out of that routine can throw him and his parents into a bit of a tizzy. But, that's general with babies.

Well, that about sums everything up! Can't wait to see you all next week.