Well, this took a lot longer than expected to update. But it needed to happen.
And I really am sorry for the time it took to update this, it's just that I had a load of school stuff, and then there was some family stuff, and then I just got writers block.
I also apologise for the length. I was gonna do a longer one, but that didn't happen.
-I don't own the avengers
-Stuff in italics is what Clint is thinking
-I DON'T NEED NO CONTINUITY
Clint was suspicious. It was quiet.
Too quiet for a tower full of Avengers. And a couple of S.H.I.E.L.D agents. And Pepper.
Well, that was only nine people. But it was still very quiet.
That wasn't going to last.
"CLINT GET YOUR BUTT OUT HERE BEFORE I DRAG YOU OUT OF THERE MYSELF!"
Wow, guess I thought to soon Clint thought to himself as he forced himself to get up and head towards the source of the voice, which he assumed was the kitchen, if he went by the smell of waffles and bacon that drifted through his now open door. However, he shouldn't have been surprised. The people he was living with weren't exactly sane.
But, for once, he wanted a normal morning.
X-X-X-X-X
"Well? Whaddya think? It's cool, right?"
Error 404
"Clint? Hello? Louise, I think you broke him."
Still processing
"What?! But you said he liked art!"
"I said he liked sketching!"
"Actually, sir, when Agent Small asked you about Agent Barton's likes, your response was that he enjoyed art in general and his favourite vegetable was a potato."
"Thank you JARVIS."
"It was no problem, Agent Small."
Reboot complete, "...What-?"
"Yay, Clinty's okay!" Louise cried happily as she bounced in his direction. Literally, she bounced. She was on an orange space hopper.
At this, Tony's face brightened, "Oh hey there Leggles. Our lovely Agent here made this for you."
What is that?
"Well," the billionaire began, "it's a statue of you."
"It's made of mashed potato," Clint deadpanned.
"I knew there was a reason they called you Hawkeye!"