Wow, Steve's chapter brought more followers. hahaha

Here's a chapter on Clint with a (little) bit of Natasha (no, really, it's already Clintasha only with them as kids) and Tony being a nosy as always.

Enjoy! xD

Friends don't question your reasons

Clint stood squatted on one of the theater boxes; his forearms sitting on the marble parapet and his chin resting over his arms. From there he sees everything and everyone. And sadly (and much mistaken) he realized that everyone was better off without him. He never really felt he belonged there. All the others have shattered lives and found on that theater and on the others a new sense of home. Even Thor and Loki were already understood that they were staying there.

But not Clint. He still wants to go back home. He still blames himself and holds anger inside for what had happened to his father. Sometimes he wishes he was locked up on a juvenile hall, paying for what he did wrong, but that thought never lasts long. There's something in each of them that he likes and that he'd miss.

He'd miss Tony's jokes (that are funny despite his, sometimes, excessive cockiness), Steve's sense of leadership and protectiveness, Bruce's company (even though he's the youngest, he's a good kid that gets along with everyone), he'd miss (a little) the prankish side of Loki, and hell, he'd even miss Thor's authority (he makes everyone get up early and is always pushing on the work). And he'd miss Natasha because she's Natasha and she means the world to him. He punches and kicks the others when they poke fun of him for having a crush on her, but he does have a big crush on that girl. She is his best friend and he trusts her with everything, which he knows it's reciprocal.

He stood up and quietly made his way out the theater. He was going to meet with Nick, who had just gone visiting his old friend in jail, who happened to be Clint's father.

"How is he, Nick?" Clint immediately asked as Fury showed up.

"He's okay, Clint. He doesn't want you to feel guilty, though."

"How can't I? I put him in there!" Fury gave him a sign with the head and the two started walking down the road. "Do you think he'll forgive me and want me back when he's released?"

"Yes and no." Clint got mad and stopped walking. Fury stopped a few steps ahead and looked back. Even though the boy was silent, he was demanding an explanation. "When he gets out you'll be around 21. Even if he gets commuted sentence, it will never be more that 2 years. You'll still be his son, but you'll be too old to live with him. He wouldn't ask you that and you wouldn't want it either."

"You're lying, Nick." The boy said very calmly, yet boiling inside. "You know you are."

"Believe all you want, Barton." Fury started to walk away. "I've never lied to you."

Clint filled his lungs with air and shouted. "You're a liar, I hate you all! I wish you were all dead!" The man turned around swiftly and Clint didn't fear him because he was too angry.

"Why are you saying that? You're the one who doesn't trust anyone; you're the one who doesn't feel fit in the group." Nick teased, trying to destabilize him. "If anyone was to die, it'd have to be you, don't you think?"

"Sometimes I wish I wasn't even born at all." He coldly confessed. "Sometimes I wish I had never gone that theater."

"Only sometimes? Why's that?"

"'Cause I grew closer to them over the time. I may not fully trust them, but it doesn't mean I don't care. But it's not like they trust me much either."

"Try sharing something about you."

By this time the two of them were walking again. "Why should I bother? They don't understand; they've all come from shattered homes and they don't know what it feels like to the responsible for its own loneliness."

"They don't know what it feels like, it's true, but it doesn't mean they won't understand. Take Odinson for instance; he had a family and a house. He could have stayed there, right?"

"But he loves his brother and it was his choice to leave."

"And what about Natasha?"

"What about her?"

"Her mother abandoned her to keep her safe. It was a choice, yes, but not a volunteer one, much like your father's choice." Clint looked away, focusing on the clouds of the sky. He slipped his hands on the jacket's pocket, mulling on that. "Share, Barton. You're not worthy of others' trust if you don't offer your trust as well."

It was late when Clint returned to the theater. They were all laughing and the two youngsters were playing, but they were all gathered close by. All of them had a blanket over their backs, as a way to keep a human heat flowing around.

"Good that you're all here." He said. Clint grabbed his bow and an arrow and extended his hand while holding them, speaking. "Do whatever you want to with it. You've always been curious to have it in your hands, so that this time to do so."

They were all dumbfounded and mute. Clint was offering them the chance to hold his bow and shoot one of the arrows?

"I think I'll pass." Tony broke the silence, speaking almost monosyllabically. "This is just an excuse for you to throw a punch or a kick!"

"Hold it, Stark!" Clint imposed his voice even though Tony's older than him. "I won't harm you."

"Clint," Natasha spoke softly. "it's alright. We understand why you don't want us to hold your bow and arrows and we respect it." She looked at the others who promptly nodded their heads, agreeing with what she said.

Natasha knew how hard it was for Clint to talk so openly about something like that. Only she knows is biggest secrets. When it was just him, Tony and Steve on the theater, Clint disappeared for many weeks and then returned. Fury thought he had gone back to the woods; he was still confused and it was all too recent for him. Truth is, that only Natasha knows, some Romanian Gypsies abducted Clint and kept him in their circus until he managed to run away.

"My dad taught me early how to shoot an arrow. We used to go animal hunting on the weekends, until the day I thought I could do it alone. I killed a man…" Clint let that though sink in and continued. "My dad was arrested trying to cover up my mistake. He told me all about how sensitive shooting an arrow is, how much strength is needed and yet how delicate a shot must be taken. I'm no master, but I know better than you about bows and arrows. That's why I don't want any of you picking it up; one inch can make all the difference between hitting a wall and killing someone."

"We didn't have to tell us all this." Thor said.

"I needed to. So you'd trust me, so I feel fit in."

"Ok," Tony spoke rather uncomfortable, sensing the more sentimental mood that was settling in. "I'm gonna grab us something to eat."

"I'll join you." Steve said, getting up too.

Loki started looking at his brother, doing the best puppy dog eyes he could. Thor sighed and said. "Ugh, just go with them. But behave brother!"

"Don't you worry," Tony affirmed, putting his hand over Loki's shoulder. "if he bothers me I hang him on a pole by his underwear!"

"I won't even comment." Steve sighed, starting to walk away.

Loki and Tony made their way to the outside by playfully pushing each other. Thor started playing with Bruce and Natasha got up and went to take a seat on the chairs of the arena.

"Hey, Thor," Clint shyly started. "if you had the chance to return home, would you want?"

"No. if my father loved me enough he'd never have let me run away."

Clint nodded and as Thor turned his attention to Bruce, he climbed down the stairs and made his to the audience. Natasha was gazing him with that look and with a smirk.

"A talk with Nick always works, uh?" Clint was confused and took a seat next to her. "Oh come on, I guess we've all have had one of those talks with Nick."

"If your mother would come back to take you, would you go?"

"I don't know… I think I'm better here now."

"If my dad would come back… I think I…"

Natasha offered him a warming smile, saying. "It's okay, birdie. I understand you'd want to go."

"I'd come to visit you…" Clint felt shy after saying that and immediately mended his sentence. "visit you guys…"

"You wouldn't dare not coming to visit, trust me." She playfully said, which made Clint laugh.

Slowly the two stopped laughing and noticed how closer they were standing. He sketched a nervous yet sweet smile and bit by bit got closer to her, trying to steal a peck from her.

"We brought hot-dogs," Tony spoke as he entered the theater. Clint pulled back and stuttered, looking around very nervously. "hurry up on eating, they're still warm!"

"We should eat." Finally Clint was able to pronounce a sentence.

He got up so fast that Natasha couldn't even give him an answer. Yet, she was left behind, laughing at how nervous Clint was. With his mouthful, he called from the stage. "Quit laughing, Romanoff and come eat." Natasha made her way to the stage, still in a fit of laughter.

Tony glanced between the two and promptly curious asked. "What did I miss?" Looking at how awkward Clint was, Tony laughed too and said. "Oh, I see, Barton. You know, to successfully steal a kiss from a girl" By this time Clint would have jumped over Tony already, but he was strangely understanding. "you've gotta do it when they're not waiting for it. You know, surprise kiss."

Little did Clint know that Tony's advice was going to be useful and effective in a very soon time.

"I promise not to laugh anymore, Hawkard. Sorry" Natasha said after chuckling. "I promise, birdie."

"It's okay… I was just… damn, I'm awkward, really!"

This was it. Leave a review if you liked it. If you didn't, you can always leave a review too and tell me why you didn't like it.

Next chapters: seventh (Tony), eighth (Thor), ninth and last one (epilogue)