Here is the third chapter I hope you enjoy it.


"Aww, haunted house no"

He looked around to see if he saw anything suspicious. It had already been a shit day and now it was only got worse. But first thing first cleaning ("Yay").

It was late by the time he finished cleaning, and Clint was in a bad mood. First because Phil left for work, second because he was tired and in pain and third was just because he can. ("No wait that are four reasons, oh well")

"Nooo, I already went grocery shopping yesterday," whined Clint in the silence of his apartment when he realized there was nothing eatable left. "Ugh, now I have to go again tomorrow."

"Today, sucked. I'm goin' to bed"

Walking to his and Phil's room Clint let himself fall onto the bed not even bothering to change his clothes, only taking out his hearing aids before falling asleep.


In the shadows a small figure was watching the human fall on the bed before disappearing out of the door.


The next day.

He woke up with a dry mouth and a throbbing arm. "Oh shoot, forgot the pain meds. Phil will kill me if he finds out" He got up to get himself a glass of water with and took some painkillers.

When his mouth was less dry, and his hearing aids were in, he sleepily went to make himself some coffee. Because as everyone knows coffee is the most important meal of the day ("No Clint, breakfast is the most important meal of the day. And coffee is not a meal"). When he realized that there was no coffee left, because everything was thrown over the ground the day before.

Not really awake enough, he just stood there starring at the coffee pot as if it was the one that did it. Still, not awake enough, it occurred to Clint to check his phone for messages. He went to find his Phone before realizing it was in his pocket. There were indeed two unread messages.

(22:00, Phil: Clint take your pills. I will find out if you didn't take them.)

"Oops," Clint muttered hoping that Phil would never find out before reading the next text.

(01:00, Tony: Yo Birdbrain, I finished the new prototype body Armour. Get over here and try it!)

"Really Tony at one am?"

Putting his phone back in his pocket and looking around in the empty kitchen Clint said in a disgusted but determined voice "first thing fist, shopping".


You probably already know this, you know when you have your hands full of stuff and your phone starts ringing. Right? You know that feeling? And even though it's almost impossible to get to your phone, you still try get it out of your pocket to answer it. You probably look ridiculous by juggling your bags on one shoulder and one hand to get the other hand free, or you put your phone between you shoulder and head walking awkwardly with you head tilted.

Well, Clint is feeling all kinds of ridiculous when his phone starts to ring in the middle of looking at some avenger's toys (And considering buying the Nerf bow) with Tony's ring-tone that he keeps changing to the sounds of bird chirping. He startles and with his hands full of groceries he answers.

"Be quick Tony I'm a little busy right now"

"Is that the thanks I get from the person I am currently making an awesome body armour for?"

"Yes Tony, now what do you want?"

"Well, you know I was thinking. We're a team, right? So, I've got Brucey and Steve already living here at the tower, Natasha comes and goes. But I don't see you or agent here. So, I prepared you and agent a floor, because we are a team. And I wanted to know when you're moving in." Tony rushed out, almost in one breath.

"What! When did I say I was moving to the tower?"

"…...never?"

"Tony I'm hanging up"

"Wait but…..."

Clint sighed closed his phone and put it in his pocket still trying to juggle his groceries. Hailing a cab, he went home.


House Barton/Coulson

Getting inside his apartment and putting the groceries on the counter in the kitchen, Clint went to make his coffee. Placing everything in the right place in the meantime.

Not really having any plans today Clint was thinking of just watch dogcops all day. Stretching his arms above his head and cracking back, he took his coffee that just finished and went to the living room. Walking to his couch he noticed something peculiar.

Looking at his soft and very nice couch he noticed that the front and sides were all torn up. There were deep claw marks and scratches all over the couch with the stuffing coming out.

"Aw, couch no"


This was the third chapter, I hope you enjoyed it. Comments and tips are always appreciated.