Knives
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Author's Note: So sorry, life got in the way! I was supposed to update this yesterday, but couldn't. Anyway, it's here now, despite the minor delay! Hope you enjoy!
Chapter 2 - Banter
His opponent drove both knives at him and he blocked, shoving back with all the strength he had left. The other man drew one of his knives back, keeping him busy with the other one, and was about to cut his throat when he was blasted in the chest by Iron Man.
"Thanks, Tin Can."
"Anytime, Birdie."
Tony flew back down again to help the others and Clint started to return to his perch.
He suddenly felt a sharp pain in his right side and looked down. The sight he was met with was far from pleasant. He had a deep gash in his side that was causing him to lose blood at an alarming rate.
Clint cursed in frustration, quickly binding it with a piece of black material he had handy that blended perfectly with his suit.
"Hawkeye?"
"I'm fine Cap, just got some annoying hostiles to deal with."
"I know the feeling, let me know once you've shaken them. And I think there's a sniper on 21."
"Will do."
Of course, he knew that he wasn't okay, but he wasn't about to let that slow him down, and they needed to finish this mission whether he was hurt or not.
Clint walked back to the fallen hostile, limping slightly as he put weight on his injured side. As he suspected, the man he had been fighting had thrown one of his knives in a final attempt to finish him off. In fact, he just managed to dodge the other knife flying towards him as he approached. Clint calmly raised his bow and was done with the matter.
Once he was sure his opponent was dead this time he headed quickly for the 21st building.
Tony was relieved that he was finally getting a break. He was heading back to the Quinjet after having confirmed that Loki's Sceptre wasn't at this particular base. And then his peace was gone.
"Hey, Tin Can, can I get a lift outta here?"
"Where are you, Feathers?"
"About four blocks to your left."
"I'm not that far from the Quinjet, why don't you get yourself there?"
"I'm a bit pinned down here."
Tony looked to his left and saw what he meant. Clint was surrounded by about ten hostiles, all holding a gun on him. Of course, he was holding an arrow on the leader, but it was clear that as soon as he shot, he would get shot. Tony groaned.
"Someday I'm gonna start keeping a tally of how many times I save you from situations like this."
"Ha! Nice try, Tin Can. You couldn't count that high if your life depended on it."
"You know, I'm really tempted to keep flying at the moment."
"Do you really want to face Nat after that?"
"Fair point. You win."
"And there is no way I'm not going to keep tally of how many times you say that."
"Keep dreaming, Feathers."
Despite what he said, there was no way Tony would ever leave a teammate in a situation like that, even if said teammate had a habit of threatening to put arrows where they shouldn't be. And Clint had made a good point with Natasha. He quickly flew to the building and used his suit's powers of editing to make him sound scarier than he actually did.
"I'm going to give you one chance, and one chance only. Surrender now and you'll be spared."
The Hydra agents only laughed. Clint sighed.
"Well, we gave you a chance. Tin Can?"
"… Now!"
They leapt into action, Clint letting loose arrows so fast even the great Iron Man suit couldn't keep up, and Tony flying around blasting the hostiles off the roof, all the while humming the 'Imperial March' from Star Wars.
"Seriously? Star Wars?"
"Yep. You have a problem with that?"
"Yes! We've been through this, Star Trek is better!"
"No, you've been through this, while I was busy."
"Yeah, busy watching Star Wars!"
"It's a good movie!"
"Don't you mean, good movies?"
"Shuddup."
"Behind you!"
"Thanks, Schreechy eyes."
"Definitely not one of your best names for me."
"What? Hawks are screechy, and yet for some reason, still unknown, you insist on being called Hawk, eye!"
"Why don't you argue with Cap about that without your suit?"
"Fine, I'll work on it."
"Good idea, Metal Head."
"Metal head? Really? Is that the best you can come up with?"
"It's far better than Screechy eyes."
"Fine, fine! I get your point."
"See, I knew you would!"
"Humph."
Soon the fight ended. And for once they both appeared relatively unharmed. That could well end up being the worst mistake he had ever made. He began to fly away, but was interrupted by Clint over the comm line.
"Oi, Tin Can! Since you're here why don't you give me a lift back?"
"Why would I do that?"
"Because if you don't then I'm gonna tell Pepper."
Tony stiffened.
"No, you won't" he tried to scoff.
"I might. Is that a risk you want to take?"
"Fine."
Clint smiled broadly.
"I knew you'd come around eventually."
Tony scowled and swooped down to pick him up.
There was a few seconds of silence and then…
"Star Trek is still better."
"Don't make me drop you."
"I wouldn't dream of it."
Author's Note: I know, still the short chapters! I couldn't find any good way to split it so that the chapters were a lot longer. I'll try to do better with my other stories. As usual, reviews are always welcomed. Hope you liked it, and I'll probably update this weekend!