Holy crap okay. Okay. So. I'm still deciding just how this fic is going to go, so this is kiiiiiiiiind of a filler... But not really... But... Yeah okay. I've got a general idea of what I'm doing now, so I'll hopefully update a lot sooner next time! Happy reading! :) -E

Clint had his socks and shoes on in record-time (even if he put them on the wrong feet at first). He jogged out of his bedroom and to the front door of his apartment, tripping over a laundry basket in the middle of the floor. Barely remembering to grab his keys next to the door, his phone still tightly in his hand, he quickly left his apartment and went directly across the hall, fumbling with his keys slightly and unlocking the other door. Walking inside he flipped on the lights and walked through the living room to an open bedroom door.

"Steve!" he practically shouted. "Up! Up up up! We have to go to Tasha's. Now." Clint turned on the light in the room and walked to the bed where Steve was still sleeping. Exhaling sharply, he narrowed his eyes. Grabbing one of the blankets with both hands, he pulled up in one sharp movement and suddenly Steve found himself face down on the floor next to his bed. Groaning softly, he slowly made to sat up.

"I think I'm going to have to take my key back…" he muttered sleepily. Sniffling softly he looked over at Clint. "Barton, it's after 4 am… What?"

"Tasha's in trouble," he said quickly, tossing a shirt to him, looking for his shoes. Steve instantly sat up straight, waking up quickly.

"Trouble? What kind of trouble?" Quickly standing up, he pulled his shirt on and grabbed some socks, sitting on the bed to put them on.

"I'll tell you on the way," Clint answered, sounding extremely distracted. "Ah!" Steve's shoes suddenly went flying at his head from the closet. Ducking quickly he caught them as they passed him.

"…Right…" He wasn't entirely sure what was going on, but if Clint said Tasha was in trouble, Steve wasn't about to hesitate to help. It seemed serious, anyways. Shoes on, he jumped up off his bed and grabbed his phone, checking the time before looking back up to look at Clint. Blinking in confusion, he glanced around the room, Clint nowhere to be seen. "Clint..?"

"Come on!" Clint called, already at the front door. Jogging out of his room and out the front door, he glanced at Clint as he locked and closed his door.

"Thor lives right by her, doesn't he?" he asked, trying to remember. Thor usually was at Clint's apartment, so they rarely went over to his. "Shouldn't we let him know something goin' on? She's at home, right?" Steve suddenly realized just how little information he actually had. "Right?" Clint nodded once as they started quickly down the stairs, skipping every few.

"She's there. I think. Or she was," he replied quickly. "I didn't even think to try Thor, actually…" Clint furrowed his eyebrows, immediately frustrated with himself. He took out his phone quickly and dialed Thor's number, putting his phone to his ear. Steve glanced at him and stayed quiet, moving quickly. After a few moments, Thor finally picked up.

"This is Thor speaking," he sounded half asleep.

"Thor!" Clint practically shouted through the phone. "Thor, Tasha's in trouble. Get the hell up and over to her apartment. Now, okay?" Silence. "Thor." Silence. "Thor!" Thor snorted softly as if waking up again.

"Yes?"

"For fucks s… Thor. Tasha. Trouble. Go over there. Now."

"She's in trouble?"

"Yes."

"How do you kno-"

"Just trust me, damn it, and get the fucking hell over there!"

"Worry not! I'm getting up!" he sounded slightly annoyed both at being woken up and suddenly told what to do.

"Good. Hurry up." He hung up and quickly put his phone back in his pocket, taking out his car keys. They were in the parking garage next to their apartment building, headed quickly for Clint's car. Technically it was Tony's car, but he never used it.

"You know Tony's going to kill you if you wreck his car, right?" Steve gave Clint a look and held his hand out to him. "Let me drive." Clint opened his mouth to argue but just sighed and shook his head.

"Fine." He practically shoved the keys in Steve's hand as they got to the car. "But if you do that whole 'Oh, I can't drive above the speed limit! It's illegal!' old-man bullshit, I'm going to punch you in the dick."

"Noted," Steve nodded and got in the car, turning on the engine and closing the door again. Clint already had his seatbelt on in the passenger seat. He exhaled slowly, trying to calm down a little more.

"We're coming, Tasha," he whispered more to comfort himself than anything.

Reviews:

BettyLovesCupcakes: Ahh! Thank you! I was hoping they were (at least kind of) in character! And yessss, I'm involving eeeveryone because they're all my babies and I love them so.

Gammawidow67: You'll just have to stay tuned to find out ;) And c'mon. Bruce is friends with Tony. You don't think he'd pull a ton of shit on April Fools day? Hahahaaaah

RoxasGuyXIII: Okay this was probably the funniest fucking thing "Holy mother of freaking toastermonkey" ohh it was beautiful. Okay. Anyways. Thank you so much!

Broken Infinity: Really? I thought the summary was total shit, but I guess not? Well that's a good sign! :) And yeah. I kind of sort of end like, everything... EVERYTHING in cliff hangers. It's a curse. I can't help it.

SmileMore: AALkjfojskf I love that you say that me updating was the best thing that happened before school that's awesome! And yeah! It's not exactly a typical fic (I hope), so there's that. I don't really like cliche... Things... (Most of the time? O_o)

AND TO THE REST OF YOU 'CAUSE I CAN'T POSSIBLY DO A REPLY FOR EVERYONE BECAUSE I FEEL LIKE I'D BE TERRIBLY REDUNDANT I AM SO SORRY:

Thank you all so much for your support! And yes. It was definitely intended to scare. Literally every review with someone freaking out. Is the best thing in the world. And I love it. (And yeah, I love the names in Tony's phone, too :D) Again, thank you all so much, and I hope you all stick around! :)