Clint took Peter's hand, and walked out the front of the tower. "Trust me, we're going to do all sorts of fun stuff!"
Peter looked doubtful, but followed Clint as he led him to the quinjet. "Bet none of the other boys you know have done this," he said, lifting him into the jet. He checked his backpack. Spraypaint: check, Hammer and nails: check, Arrows: check. Clint grinned, and put on his sunglasses.
As he took off, Peter was staring out the window, pointing at the tower and laughing. Clint smiled. The kid was cute.
"Do you know geography yet, Peter?" he asked. Peter just replied with a confused look. "I'll take that as a no. Well, we're gonna take a little trip, and you're gonna learn!"
Clint decided to throw a little music on, much to Peter's dismay and listening displeasure. He turned on the player in the jet, and their ears were met by the sound of Frank Sinatra singing "Don't Forget Tonight Tomorrow." Clint cringed, and quickly popped the CD out. Steve must have been the last one in the jet.
He checked for more CDs, found a Mozart one that had Bruce's name on it, Natasha's Eminem CD, Thor's Alvin and the Chipmunks Pop! Song Parodies CD, Loki's loop of 'Get Lucky,' or 'Get Loki' as Loki liked to call it, and the last one was blank. He put it in.
*Blam* Guitars blasted through the stereo, playing ACDC 'Girls Got Rhythm.' It was so loud, Peter had to cover his ears. "Ah! Geez, I agree with you Peter. How can your dads listen to this stuff?"
He then proceeded to take out his iPod, plugging it in. Johnny Cash music played through the speakers, and Clint started to singing along, receiving a horrified look from Peter. "And it burns, burns, burns, the ring of fire,
the ring of fire…"
After about 2 hours of flying, they finally made it to their destination.
Clint stopped the quinjet somewhere in Washington, DC. They got out, and he strapped Peter to his back.
They looked up, and faced the statue of Abraham Lincoln. "Okay, Peter. Let's go michieving."
He swung up to the arm, and Peter shot a web from his wrist to hold them, then Clint climbed up on top of the head with Peter, and took out the spray paint, which was black.
"This is called spray paint. Watch," he said as he shook the can. He sprayed a huge moustache on the statues face. Peter's eyes lit up. He took his can, which was pink, and sprayed the whole top of the statues head with it. "Now you're getting the hang of it!" Clint grinned.
When they were finished their artwork, they stood back and looked at it. Clint high fived Peter. "Looks better now. More stylish."
Suddenly, they heard a shout from behind him. "Hey! What are you doing?! HEY!" Clint whipped around. It was a security guard! He grabbed Peter, held him in his arm, and swung down, bolting to the quinjet. The policeman saw what they did to the statue, and started running after them.
"Quick, get in the jet!" said Clint. Peter was grinning madly as they hopped in. The policeman just reached where they would have been as they took off. Clint kept flying the jet toward New York. "Haha! That was fun, little man, huh?!" Peter nodded. "Told you."
When they arrived home, the Avengers were all gathered around the 200 inch TV.
"Strange man and young child seen vandalising one of Washington DC's most treasured statues today, and is thought to be a man by the name of Clint Barton, who previously last year helped win the battle for the world against an army of alien forces." The TV reporter stated as the screen displayed a shaky handheld video of Clint swinging up with Peter and spray painting the moustache on Lincoln.
Clint's eyes widened as he saw the screen, and quietly shut the door behind him and Peter. At the sound of the door click, they all whipped around to face them with angry glares. Clint went red, and kicked the floor, shrugging. "So, uh, how was the mission, guys?" he nervously giggled.
Tony shut off the TV. "Barton, do you know how much I have to pay for the damages and repair for that thing? I got 4 phone calls from the state patrol, asking where you are, and it isn't the most helpful thing when your phone goes off in the middle of an attack from a GIANT ROBOT!" he yelled, then calmed himself down. "So far, I have $40,000 in fines from the state. Do you wanna bet how many more bills I'm gonna get by the end of today?!"
Clint just stood there, and looked down. "I just wanted to prove to Peter that I was as cool an uncle as Thor…"
Thor looked confused. "Me? I am not…cool!" Loki turned from the direction of the TV, a slight smile playing at his lips. "I have a newfound respect for you Barton." "Pipe down!" said Steve, agitated, rubbing his temples.
"Look, Clint," Tony said, lowering his voice, "I could deal with the fact that you publicly humiliated the Avengers, and I could swallow the fine money, but the fact that you brought our son into it? That's what I'm really mad about." Steve nodded in agreement, "He could've fallen!"
Clint desperately wanted to point out the fact that Peter had spider like agility and the ability to shoot webs, but decided it wasn't the best idea.
"Wait 'till Fury turns on the news!" said Natasha.
Clint's eyes widened, and he froze in pure terror. He hadn't thought of that! Fury was going to pulverize him!
As if on cue, the phone rang. They all went silent. Bruce raised an eyebrow, and finally made a move and walked over to it. "Hello?"
He quickly held the phone away from his ear, as the person on the other line was audibly yelling. Bruce hung up after a moment, and looked grimly and pityingly to everyone, the latter directed mostly at Clint.
"Fury's coming over."