Birds of A Feather: Early Morning Roost
By: M14Mouse
Summary: Clint and Sam have a conversation and Clint ask one question that he needed to know…
Disclaimer: Don't own them.
Sam grumbled as he looked through the cabinet. Normally, he didn't do this sort of thing. Digging around people's cabinets but he really wanted some coffee.
"Third cabinet on your left." Clint's voice said behind him.
He turned around and waved.
"Thanks, man," He said as he goes to the cabinet. He opened it and pulled out a coffee can. He set it on the counter and closed the cabinet's door. Then he moved over to get some cups from the dying rank.
"Can't sleep either, huh?" Clint said.
He turned around and grinned slightly.
"More like talking to Nat."
"How did that work out?"
He heard the worry in Clint's voice.
"Better than expected."
Because Nat was ready to talk. She has been holding onto this for too long. Most of the time, he just sat there and listened. She needed someone to sit down and listen especially after she tried to talk to Banner.
That was a huge mess. They were both too close and exposed. It was like watching a train wreck. He could only sigh after the fact.
Even if he was closer to Nat, he understood that Bruce was a mess of emotions.
Of course, since he got here, the good old doc has been avoiding him like the plague.
Honestly, he wasn't that scary but he could understand why.
Of course, Tony has been doing the opposite. He made his presence known. He tried to push his buttons and avoid his problems. Both are showing the classic signs of resistance.
Both of them are trying to drive him nuts.
He wasn't even getting paid to get involved in this mess and yet…here he was.
"That is good. She wasn't going to talk me. Some bullshit about not wanting to stress me out."
"Sometimes, it is hardest to talk the person closest to us."
"And she talked to Banner?"
"Shared experience? I don't know, man. Not a telepath. I can only guess."
Clint grumbled softly.
"So, Fury is coming tomorrow morning. He can deal with Tony a lot better than most of us. Do you think that we have a chance?" Clint asked.
"Yes, but more likely they are going to push their way through this than deal with it," He said with a sigh.
They need some counseling…years of it and with a good one. Just by conversations…they had some crappy ones. His people at the VA can handle them.
Superheroes or not.
"My next question…are you going to join us out there?"
"Don't have my wings, man."
"Don't need your wings."
He snorted. Clint was as bad as Steve.
"I will tell you what I told Steve…Averaging your world and your world is crazy," He said.
"And yet, you are here," Clint pointed out.
"Yes, I am."
"But you are right. This…? This is crazy. Killer robots? Crazy. Right now, I really like another bird to watch my back."
He tilted his head and stared at Clint. It was too early in the morning for this.
"Don't know how much help I would be. Just human, remember?" He said.
"Right now. Us, plain old humans are the best."
He laughed. He needed coffee for this decision even if part of him knew what the answer will be. In their own way, they have been giving him looks to join the team.
"Fine. Fine. Your ass can't be that hard to cover compare to Steve."
Clint laughed.
"I'm worse."
"Seriously doubt that, man."
Next Chapter: Pigeon Hole
A/N: My original idea for this chapter was a Tony/Sam talking chapter. But I am moving that chapter at the most worse (best) timing ever. Don't worry…Bruce and Sam will have a change to talk too. Read and Review if you wish.