A/N: I really couldn't stop thinking about this after I found this pairing. It was originally going to be a crack pairing for me but then I read a fic that turned me from clintasha to spidereye. Pls enjoy my weird slash creation!
Disclaimer: I don't own Avengers, Amazing Spiderman, or Hansel and Gretel Witch hunters
Peter has been with the Avengers for quite some time. About a month and a half but if you count the times when they were obsessively stalking him then you could say four. Steve and Tony, being the classic married couple they are, adopted him as their own, much to Peter's slight annoyance claiming he is responsible enough being in high school and such. Basically everything was going fine for the Avengers and new found child. The villains were predictable and no real threat has come to pass. But a certain God of Mischief has finally gotten bored…..
Peter laughs as he swings from buildings in his city. He had just stopped a bank robbery, a mugging and a few gang activities. He had fun too. Some of them were just so easy to mess with and he didn't even get a scratch. He looks at the clock on a building and sees it is ten. Realizing he is about to be late on getting home he does a one eighty to get home. He promised Aunt May he would be home early after all. However, he sees a certain someone on a building with a bow at the ready. He takes a quick detour. When he lands with a soft thump he decides to see if he can sneak up on the leather clad blonde. Tip toeing and creeping up behind him, he is about to make a rather obnoxious sound when Clint lets an arrow fly and speaks.
"Don't even try it Peter." Peter deflates and takes a seat on the low rising wall beside him as he readies another arrow.
"I'm on the job so its Spiderman to you." He turns to see who he was shooting and finds it is some thugs messing with two girls. He shoots the last two and the girls run away screaming. Peter smirks behind his mask and looks at the blonde who is now looking at him expectantly. "What?" Clint shakes his head and leans against the wall looking at the many lights below.
"Shouldn't you be home? It's a school night." Peter waves it off and looks down with Clint.
"I was on my way but got a bit distracted." Clint looks up at this with mischief in his eyes.
"So I'm a distraction?" He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively making Peter become red from embarrassment. Peter takes a breath and laughs awkwardly. They had been borderline flirting as of late just messing around with each other. Clint usually starts it so Peter, the big mouth he is, has to try and have the last word.
"You? No your bow is just so handsome I just had to come and see it." He gets up and talks to his bow for good measure in exaggerated dramatics. "You have nice curves you know. And I love you many tricks that you have." Clint laughs at this and turns to face the teen. They are close enough that Clint can see Peter's breathing move his mask. Peter backs up looking away quickly. Sometimes he wonders if what they were doing was really play. He then sees the clock from before that read ten forty. "Mother hugger." He looks to Clint and his heart pangs a bit. He gulps and takes a chance. "Do you want to come over and talk a little more while I get homework done?" Clint ponders it for a few dramatized seconds and nods.
"Sure, beats going back to Avengers tower. It's getting stuffy in there." Peter walks to him and almost takes him by the waist but stops then scratches the back of his head. Clint looks at him with a raised brow.
"It would be faster if I swung you with me." Clint smiles big at Peter's awkwardness and embraces him in a big hug signaling the go ahead. Peter adjusts the position and shoots a web at a building. They start to fly off and Clint holds on a bit tighter not expecting such velocity. He smiles like a child on a rollercoaster and gives a holler. He loves the height and speed they are going at and almost wants it to last all night. However it was fast so they got to his house rather quickly. They stop beside a big bush and Peter lets go.
"Did you have fun?" Clint punches him playfully at the stupid question. Peter uses his spidey senses to check the area and sees that the coast is clear. He takes off his mask and teases his hair. Clint looks at this and notices Peter looking back at him sheepishly. "Would you mind waiting up in my room? I kind of have to change." Clint then remembers just how tight his suit was.
"Sure man, I'll see you when you're done." He goes to Peter's side of the house and scales the side with ease to get into the room. Peter, in the meantime, strips quickly pulling on the clothes he leaves out for himself under the bush. He then folds his suit tightly and stuffs it in his jacket pocket. He walks calmly to the house and goes in ready for his Aunt to search him for the tiniest scratch. On cue, Aunt May calls to him from the kitchen.
"Hey Aunt May, sorry I'm late I kind of got stopped by a friend." She meets him by the stair case putting his face in her hands. She scans it, then his visible body. Satisfied that he looks unscathed she embraces him tightly. Peter responds just as tightly knowing that every time he comes home late Aunt May is worried if she will see him again. She lets him go but keeping her hands on his arms rubbing with her thumbs.
"What friend did you see?" Peter ducks his head and starts stuttering. Aunt May gives a soft smile at his stuttering.
"You wouldn't know him, I haven't introduced you yet." He finally gets out. Aunt May sighs.
"Well maybe I should meet him soon then." She lets him goes and smacks his shoulder lightly.
"Now go do your homework ok." He nods and goes upstairs. When he opens his door he sees Clint snooping around in his room.
"Can't stop spying can you?" he shuts the door and grabs his bag to start on homework. Luckily he doesn't have much. Clint smirks and doesn't answer. Peter does his homework in silence for a bit and then tries to strike up a conversation. "So have you always been an assassin?" Clint puts down the picture he was looking at and sits on the bed.
"No, I was actually in the circus for a while." Peter chuckles picturing Clint in a clown suit. "I was an acrobat cheeky son of a-" Peter turns throwing a shirt at him.
"No cursing." He turns back around. Clint looks at him for a few seconds says ok. They pretty much talked like that for about an hour till Peter finished his homework. He then joined Clint on the bed and start teasing each other again. Peter runs out of quips however. Then he remembers a game Gwen played with him and wondered if he could trick the assassin with it too.
"Clint, give me your arm." He looks at him from his leaning position against the wall. He then gives him his left arm getting close enough for their knees to touch. "Ok, tell me to stop when I get to here." He points to the place where the arm bends. "Ok now look that way."
"You aren't going to hurt me are you spidey?" He laughs quietly shaking his head. He turns his head slowly and looks out the window watching the wind blow the leaves of the tree next door. Peter then ghosts his hand over the underside of his arm in quick little patterns. Sometimes he would go a large distance up and then works his way back down. It takes about a minute for him to get two inches from the place he pointed to earlier.
"Stop," Clint whispers and turns to see he was off his mark. Peter grins cheekily at him.
"I thought you never missed your mark." Clint rubs his arm with half lidded eyes then looks at Peter. Damn he needs to get a hold of himself. What this kid does without realizing it is going to get him in trouble. Peter hears footsteps coming to his room. He jumps up and is about to tell Clint to leave when the door opens. Aunt May jumps slightly seeing a tense Peter and an equally tense man on his bed.
"Peter…" She doesn't know what to say. Peter clears his throat trying to think of a lie. Clint stands and tries to make himself as humble and warm as possible.
"Hello Miss, I am Clint Barton, a friend of Peter's." He gives her his hand and gently shakes it. He smiles kindly. "I'm sorry to have intruded but Peter was adamant that I came in without you knowing. He was worried you would freak at him having an adult as a friend. He was going to tell you though. I am sorry you had to find out this way." Peter gaps at Clint's sudden gentlemanly attitude. Aunt May looks to be fighting between butterflies in her stomach and her mother bear response. She takes a breath and looks at Peter.
"Its fine, but it is late and you should be in bed say goodbye to Clint and head to bed." She leaves rather stiffly and shuts her bed room door. Peter lets out the breath he was holding. Clint turns with a big smirk on his face.
"Well, for a moment I felt like a teenager again." Peter gives a dorky smile and walks him to the door.
"Sorry about that, at least you won't have to be sneaky about coming over again." Clint stands by the door half way out with a question at the tip of his tongue. Peter looks at him knowing he wants to say something. Clint looks away deciding against it.
"See you around Peter." He walks off disappearing in the night. Peter feels disappointed but doesn't know why. He shuts the door softly and goes upstairs for bed.
Peter walked from school to home but saw police cars coming. He looked and wondered if he should help. When he sees an explosion in the distance he decides Spiderman might be needed. Going into an alley as nonchalantly as possible he changes and swings into action throwing his bag behind a dumpster. On arrival he scopes out the area and sees that the Avengers have arrived before him. He sees monsters that resemble elements fighting them all with a slightly crazy looking man watching from afar. He sees Clint being cornered by two Golem like things. Peter decides to jump in to help. One was fire and one was water so he shot his web out at them and tied them together canceling each other out. He lands by Clint with a smile forgetting that he can see it.
"Shouldn't you be off taking care of bank robbers?" Clint says, his version of a thank you. Spiderman turns to see the crazy guy from earlier now sitting on a throne of ice watching the fight lazily.
"Who is that?" Clint glares at said man.
"Loki, he is Thor's adopted brother who is missing a few screws." Peter raises a brow in confusion but jumps off of the building and starts webbing the elemental beings. He notices a few minutes in and a few scratches and bruises later that Loki was making more as they fell and that he was a bit distracted by a fighting Thor. He jumps away from the earth giant he was dealing with and starts stalking toward the god.
"Give up Thor, your sentiment is only annoying me."
"Loki, stop this game and come back home!"
"Home? I have no home." He growls. Peter, only a few yards behind him, shoots himself out ready to web him like a fly. However, Loki turns at the last minute and a portal pops up right in front of him. He goes in and it shuts with a gush of hot wind.
Peter wakes up with his head throbbing. He opens his eyes to a setting sun and his spider senses telling him that he is not alone in the woods. He gets up and looks around not knowing where or, since it was Loki who sent him here, when he was. He finds that his mask had somehow popped off and goes to get it. He hears a crack in the distance.
"Who's there?" he calls. Focusing on the place the sound came from. He now hears that the person is running away. Peter decides to follow the person in hopes of finding civilization and get some answers. After jumping through trees and using his webs a bit to catch up he gets to the edge of the woods. There is a town that looks to be from the dark ages. Peter guesses he was thrown back in time from the sight. He also figures his outfit will stick out given that Spandex hasn't been invented yet. Knowing he will have to steal something he stays in the shadows and sneaks into town. The first vender he saw was unattended. He decides it's an easy target and quickly takes the necessities to blend in. Now clothed, he decides to find out exactly where and when he was.
"The best place to get basic information is at a bar Peter."
"Tony! Don't tell Peter that!"
Peter snickers at the memory of the two men and heads to the bar. It was easy to find since it said Bar in fancy letters. He stands in the doorway trying to find someone that didn't look ready for a bar fight. Sadly almost everyone was. Then he heard a familiar voice from the bar. There was a man and a woman standing close getting refills on whatever tonic they were drinking. Peter gasps recognizing the face immediately. Clint somehow got here with him. He quickly walks over to said man when he over hears the conversation.
"So Hansel, do you think you'd be willing to stay a night in this town? Maybe there might be another witch." Hansel? The man shakes his head. "My sister and I were separated after we killed that frog witch. I have to go and find her." The girl huffs disappointedly and walks off to find a new lay. Peter is just about to talk to Hansel/Clint when a woman's voice echoes in the bar.
"There he is! That's the boy that appeared out of nowhere. He must be a witch." Somehow, Peter knew he was in trouble. Before he could turn around he was grabbed by two men and drug out of the bar.
"I swear, I'm not a witch." Peter tries to make the people see reason but goes ignored. He thinks to himself guessing he must be during a time period of witch hunts since they are so quick to arrest him. After fighting a bit but trying not to hurt the men since they weren't exactly villains he realizes he is kind of stuck unless he starts fighting for real. He is now in the middle of town being held in front of a tub of water. A man stands in front of the crowd with authority ready to address the crowd that is forming. Peter is about to start kicking some ass when he speaks.
"We will kill this witch with the holy water by drowning. If he is not one he will not die while in the water." Peter is in the middle of trying to find the logic in what he says but fails. He is then grabbed by his hair and held underwater. He starts thrashing in the men's grasp. He gets one hand free and is lifted out of the water. They get a firm grip on his arm once more and is thrust back in the water. Peter holds his breath once more trying, in vain, to get out of their hold. His angle is bad and he is losing strength as his need for air grows stronger. He chokes on water. Then air greets his lungs in a rush. He drinks it in. Peter then feels hands grasp his face, turn it side to side then starts to look in his mouth behind his ears and even in his eyes. He pushes the person but is grabbed by the arms to keep him still. Peter looks into the man's face to see intense hazel eyes looking into his.
"This man is no witch. A witch cannot hide a rotting that ensues after one uses dark magic." He takes Peter's hand firmly and goes to walk off the stage.
"Wait! How do you explain the sudden appearance in the woods?" he turns.
"Victim of a witch." He turns again and quickly leaves with a dazed Peter being drug behind.
"Where are we going?" Hansel doesn't slow or acknowledge Peter's question. He pulls his hand out of his grasp.
"Tell me what is going on I don't-" Hansel then pulls out a pistol and points it at Peter while grabbing him again.
"Follow me now. You do as I say and you won't get hurt. You may not be a witch but you are not human." Peter glares a bit but does as he is told to not make a scene right after almost being killed for an earlier stunt. Hansel stops by a horse drawn carriage. He fishes for what must be currency in this time and tells the driver where to go. He pushes Peter in the carriage, pulls the blinds closed, and gets on top of Peter in the opposite seat.
"Someone saw a boy jumping through trees and swinging on what could only be described as web. What are you?" Peter swallows thinking on how to answer him. He settles for the truth since this guy seems to be ready to kill.
"I was bit by a spider and now have spider like abilities. I'm not from this time either I'm from the year 2013. A sorcerer sent me here." He decided not to go into too much detail since the knife was getting a bit painful in his neck. Hansel gets off him and considers what he says. After a long pause he speaks.
"We don't really keep track of our years like you do since you have an exact number but I don't think you were put back in time. It's been close to that many years our planet has been known to exist if not longer." Peter gaps at him.
"I'm on a different planet?" Peter screams a bit freaked…. A lot freaked. Hansel, not able to handle dramatics puts his hands on Peter's knee and looks into his dark brown eyes trying to keep him calm like he does his sister. An awkward silence fills the carriage and Peter is very aware of the fact his breathing is a bit uneven.
"Calm down," is all Hansel says in a low voice. Peter breathes in and nods. Hansel leans back satisfied and hoping the distance will make the moment calm down. Peter fidgets for a few hours trying to find anything to do then look or talk to Hansel. Of course he fails miserably. Peter, against better judgment, looks over at Hansel who is now cleaning a few weapons he had on his person.
"Why so many guns?" Peter asks trying to keep his sanity intact. Hansel looks at him after he finished with the gun.
"I kill witches." Peter notices the lack of conversation skills quickly. He chews on his lip for a second and starts rambling.
"I protect a city that I live in by webbing bad guys and fighting the occasional monster. Even though they are monsters to most they seem to be people who need help sometimes though so I try most of the time to talk to them first but sometimes, well most of the time, it doesn't work so I have to stop them before-" Hansel looks at him while cleaning the barrel of his grenade shotgun. "Sorry I didn't mean to ramble, I just do that when I get nervous or anxious sometimes and-" Hansel sighs.
"Do you have a plan on getting back to your world?" Peter chews on his lip again and shakes his head. "Figured. There is a powerful witch that took my sister, help me find her and maybe we can get the witch to send you back. If not we can think of something else." Peter weighs his options and realizes he doesn't have much of an option.
"Sure, I'll help you find your sister. Um… I was wondering why did you save me anyway? Not that I'm not grateful it's just you don't know me and- " Hansel smirks and speaks before Peter can ramble any more.
"You gave me a desperate look as if you did know me." Peter looks away remembering why he did that. Hansel sees, to his dismay, and smirks. Something about the boy makes him feel at home and not think about witch hunting for once. Peter sees the older man smirk at him and he blushes. He looks down in hopes that he wouldn't see.
"You get embarrassed easy. You act like a child too, how old are you?" Peter looks up quickly offended by the comment.
"I'm eighteen! And I'm a genius who can make just about anything."
"Cocky, and young. You are a kid compared to me though." Hansel, now done with his guns moves on to his knives. He notices soon that Peter is trying to hide the fact he is pouting if only just a bit.
"Didn't mean to piss you off." Peter snaps his head around. He decides to let it go since it was stupid. He was tired anyway so no need to waste energy being angry.
"I'm not angry just tired. I didn't sleep much last night, more so then usual."
"Get some sleep then. We won't get there till morning." Peter yawns and looks out the window at the star filled sky noticing a purple moon. And leans against the window but is knocked away when the cart hits a hole. He groans and sits back up a bit aggravated at his failed attempt to sleep. Hansel sighs and moves his stuff to the floor. "Lay your head on my lap." Peter is about to politely decline when Hansel grabs his arm and pulls him over. "Don't decline my offer. I rarely am this kind to begin with." Peter looks at him contemplating what he said and decides to just get some sleep already. He gets comfy with Hansel's leg as a pillow. Soon he drifts off content and thinking about a night he had with Clint where he accidentally dozed off on his lap. Hansel watches the boy relax on his lap and sees a faint smile cross his face. His heart begins to warm reminding him of his sister. He has only ever cared for her but for some reason, comparing the warmth to his sister doesn't fit. He plays with Peter's hair as he sleeps and looks out the window at the stars. He soon feels himself get tired and grabs his leather jacket to make a pillow for himself. Before he could shut his eyes he feels arms wrap around his waist and a face nuzzle into his hip. He looks to see that the boy and cuddling him. Normally he would wake him up if this were to ever happen but watching him sleep he couldn't find it in himself to do so. He seemed to find himself liking it anyway. Instead he relaxes and shuts his eyes to sleep with Peter till they get to the town.
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Petr wakes with a start on a particularly large bump. He sees that Hansel was not disturbed from his slumber by the bump. He looked peaceful and wasn't scowling or tense. Peter lets himself smile at the sight and finds his hand reaching out toward the man's face. Just as he stops himself from touching Hansel, said man wakes and grabs the hand roughly.
"Sorry I…"
"Don't do that." Hansel lets go slowly and looks out the window. Peter feels hurt but dismisses it quickly. He wasn't a friend so no need to care right? The horse cart stops and Peter hears a lot of bustle outside the vehicle. Hansel leaves and Peter scrambles after him. Peter looks at the town and sees a wooden arch with a sign on it that reads Piedra Lumbre. They made it to the town. He then notices that he is being left behind and runs after Hansel. They walk on in silence as Peter gawks at the town, fascinated that an old aged town could be so busy. He smells fresh baked bread and hears his stomach growl in response. He winces hoping he wasn't heard but hears a laugh. "We will be at the inn soon." Peter lets out an exaggerated breath. They walk on till they get to the outskirts of town and he sees an inn. They go to the back where stalls and a big barn is located. As they enter the barn Peter jumps a bit at what he saw. A big troll. He looks to Hansel to see what to do but he just keeps walking.
"Edward, did you find my sister yet?" Said troll shakes his head. Hansel curses under his breath and goes to the table with food in the corner. Edward stares at Peter for a few moments then busies himself with something in his hands. Peter walks a bit hurriedly to Hansel. A boy in his teens walks in. Hansel turns to greet him with a quick wave and a muffled between mouthfuls "Did you find my sister?" the same answer as Edward was given. Hansel puts his food down with a bang. Peter flinches from the outrageously loud sound to his overly sensitive ears.
"Then we need to keep looking!" he yells. The others look at him like he's lost it. He growls a curse and storms into the spare room in the barn. Peter puts down his food quietly and follows. He knows the pain of losing someone. He just wishes there was still a possibility for his missing person to be found. Peter finds Hansel hunched over on the bed with his face in his hands. He walks over, gets on his knees in front of him and gently takes his hands away from Hansel's face. Hansel and Peter look at each other for a moment.
"I'm sure we'll find her. I understand your pain so I want to help." Hansel searches Peter's eyes for any sign of trickery. All Peter's eyes held was truth for him. Hansel moves his hand to brush hair out of Peter's young face. He isn't used to outsiders but for some reason he feels that it's just right to have him here. He notices that his hand is still on Peter's face and the boy is looking confused but content, if that's possible. Hansel removes his hand.
"Thank you, another set of eyes and ears couldn't hurt. Besides you need some way to get home right?" Peter will leave eventually so best not to get attached. He gets up and gives Peter a hand. "Let's go eat and plan our next move." He leaves quickly letting Peter scurry behind him. Then again maybe treating himself to the boy couldn't hurt. He looks at Peter as he begins to eat. Yea, maybe a bit of time with him may be good.
A/N: so that's the first chapter. I ask you to tell me all you think even flames! This is my biggest experiment thus far so please tell what you think. I also won't post the next chapter until I get a few reviews I haven't had them in months so I need them. Peace guys