A/N: so life is good, could be worse in the military. i might be one of those rare people that get fucked rather then get help. anyway, i have a lot of spare time and decided to finally relax and think of myself and who i was before i put on the cammies. i will be working on and off on this thing because i will soon be in Japan and on a ship so, i will try to make each chapter as long as i can and i hope i can finish this soon. if not, im sorry that you have to wait so long to see the ending. and to the person who asked me not to abandon this im sorry i made you think i did. this one is for you.

Loki had tried to escape. It's normal for him to actually make it out but this time he failed. The Avengers have too much to lose if he were to get away so Thor brought some Asgardian tricks with him. Loki had been caught in a bubble of magic that makes one float like in water. Loki was enraged. He knew this spell and knew the counter would take to long to get him out. So instead he waited the few minutes till the Avengers got him. Thor watches as they haul Loki back to his cell. They toss him back into the seat and pull out some Asgardian chains to help keep him in place. Loki growls curses at them in Asgardian. When they all leave in anger, Thor comes in.

"My friends would like to know if you know what Barton and Peter are up against in the other realm." Loki smirks from his chair.

"Nothing I will be sharing." He laughs to himself. Thor sighs heavily and rakes his hand through his hair.

"I do not particularly enjoy forcing you to do anything." Loki scoffs.

"A short trip to Midguard and you become a saint. Forget all wrong Thor had ever done, but always punish Loki." Thor walks over.

"I do not wish to punish you, I only wish to take care of you." Thor caresses Loki's face. He in turn tries to bite the hand. Thor grabs his chin and makes him look up at him. "But like our last deal, I will leave if you give me the information." Loki closes his eyes in defiance. Thor frowns deeper. He then leans in and kisses his forehead. Loki flails to get away and starts falling backward. Thor takes hold of the seat again and once in place, kisses his cheek.

"Now you wish to make me your pleasure toy, is that it!" Thor shakes his head.

"I would never, but their was a time when you would only except my hugs and kisses when Father was in Odin sleep and Mother was too busy." Loki remembers those days. but stuffs them deep within his destroyed subconscious. "However, if you do not speak, I will have to continue and i'm running out of places to cherish." Loki wants to flee this smothering blanket of love but knows he only has one way out. Thor tilts his head to the side and just as they are breaths apart, Loki breaks.

"A realm filled with magic. Witches litter all areas of solitude. Your spider child has found refuge in a hunter. The difficult part will be getting back. I do not have a good enough connection to the world to just grab them. They will need to get to the pool of mirrors. It is a bridge I can activate to bring them back." Thor kneels in front of him.

"How do they get their without this knowledge." Loki looks down at him, flush in his cheeks, eyes half lidded in defeat.

"They are on their way now, luck is on their side. The hunter needs them to get something precious back from a witch who resides in the space." Thor nods. He gets up and goes to walk out. Loki calls out weakly. "You won't be coming back will you?" Thor almost answered but for a split second he saw a plea in his eyes. A plea he remembers from their childhood. Loki's pride always got in the way so he ends up using his eyes to voice things. That look asked him to return. Thor, shocked, leaves him in fear of what his forced actions have started.

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The witch escaped. Hansel was furious and Clint just watched his look alike pace the area looking for tracks but finding none. Clint growls. He doesn't like that this guy looks like him and he certainly doesn't like him because of earlier. Peter wanted it, was pretty much what he was saying without meaning to. Clint pinches the bridge of his nose.

"Please, it's just because he has my face." Clint growls under his breath. He hates that they'd in fact look the same but if Peter likes him because of it Clint would feel better. Peter was scared and alone with only a face to make him feel better. Hansel drops to the ground in a huff. Clint pushes himself off the tree and walks over to the angry man. "Might aswell go get Peter." a growl comes from the man. Clint backs a bit for precautionary measures.

"Yea, let's go get him." He pulls hiself up, dusting his leather everything, and walks in the direction Peter swung off in. Clint keeps step with him and they both follow the webs left in Peter's wake. They both walk in silence till Clint's mind needs to get things off his chest.

"Were you even going to stop? He said no, damn it." Hansel beats an unexpecting tree with his machete. He turns to glare at Clint, possibly almost seeing red.

"Moment of insanity, I've never done that before, never felt so primal. Yes I was, I just... something happened." Clint looks to him as he continues walking, head down in thought.

"And what was that something?" he asks. Clint jogs up to see his face again.

"Don't know. Just felt something was wrong when he left, that my mind was for a moment, empty yet filled." Clint walks on in silence thinking of what he said. He felt that way once before. He could only think of the one person who could do this but from what he has heard their must be more who can accomplish the violating feat. They come to a ravine when they finally find Peter. he was hugging his legs to his chest as he stared into the water. Hansel walks over but Clint grabs his arm roughly. Peter speaks up.

"I heard you guys awile ago." he doesn't even move. Just keeps stairing.

"Lets go Peter, we aren't far from the first rendevous point." Hansel walks to the edge of the rock. Peter gets up and jumps to the rock in front of his boulder. Clint know this game well. For now he lets Hansel try his method. Said man groans. "Stop this. I need to find my sister and you said you would help me, or were you lying." Peter turns to glare. The ususal joy and life in Peter's stare gone for now. Hansel is taken aback, not sure where to go now. Clint shoulders past him. Peter jumps two more boulders down stream. He now stands under a weeping willow. Clint starts using his acrobatics and follows after in jumps and flips. Peter sees and gives a reproachful stare. He then turns to go up the willow, using his inhuman strength and some webs to bend the branch out of his reach. Clint gives the retreating boy a look that says "Really?" and backs a bit on the rock. Clint sprints to the edge and blasts off of the rock to then kick himself higher from the trunk of the tree to get the once low hanging branch. Peter had by that time webbed an area at the highest branches to prevent anyone coming up. Clint just kept climbing till he reached the wall. Peter doesn't even look.

"Hey you, need a friend?" Clint looks through the holes in the web, almost looking like a Romeo, trapped behind a fence to get to his princess.

"Piss off." (A pissed off princess.)

"You kiss aunt may with that mouth." He teases. Peter shoots a web in his general direction, Clint nearly being hit, if it wasn't for his fast reflexes. Clint sighs, "I'm sorry for being an ass."

"You kiss Natasha with that mouth." Clint pulls a face.

"You know we are just friends." Peter shrugs. Clint sees his oppurtunity. "You jealous?" He could practically see feathers ruffling on the kid. This also isn't the first time they talked about this.

"Who you screw around with isn't my business." He yells. Clint shakes his head.

"Yes it is. Because it will only ever be your business." Peter whips around, almost falling out of the tree. Peter crawls over to the man, using the web as a bridge. He stops when his face is looking down at Clint who is straining to look up from his lower branch. Clint reaches a hand through the web toward the kid's face. Somehow, down the road of their secret friendship, Clint couldn't define the line he crossed, that is until very recently.

"What do you mean?" Clint moves his hand behind Peter's head and guides him down, not pulling hard enough to keep him from choosing if he wants to. A breath away from one another, Clint breathes his answer.

"When did you first realize you crossed the line?" Peter glows red, knowing what he means, eyes turning into mirrors as he gets lost in Clint's hazel eyes. Clint nuzzles Peter's nose with his then traces his lips down his cheek. Peter reaches through the web to ghost over his face with his hand. Both men were vibrating with anticipation, the air becoming heavy around them. Peter inches forward, dodging the web strands to meet Clint half way. When their lips finally met in a first embrace of lips, the sun shines through the willow's curtains, making the web shine almost transparent. The wind picks up and brushes Peter's hair over his eyes. Clint opens his eyes to part just for a moment. When he sees Peter look at him, only seeing him, through his brown bangs, his heart clenched and a ball of fire lights in his gut. "Let me hold you." he whispers. Peter instantly rips the webs to get to those strong arms, glowing gold in the sun from his hair on his arms. Clint catches the boy and holds him close, breathing in his presence, his scent. Just as they get settled in the embrace Hansel calls out.

"We have company!"