Summary: Pietro and Wanda grew up only having one another. And now they have a team, a home and most importantly a family. Yeah, they definitely didn't see that one coming. A series of stories set post Age of Ultron as the twins settle into a world of heroes, monsters, gods and Tony Stark.
Pairings: Clint/Laura, hints of Wanda/Vision, Natasha/Bruce
Warnings: Um, spoilers for Age of Ultron…. Except why are you reading fanfiction and not out watching the movie! Hmmm?
Disclaimer: I own nothing!
Author's Note: Again, I'm shocked and amazed and dancing in my seat happy with all of the support this story has gotten. You all are amazing and wonderful. Just know I love all your faces! That being said, hope you enjoy this chapter! Also just so every knows, I've had Happy Together stuck in my head for the last few days because all I have to do is look at the chapter title and I'm singing this song! My random factoid for this chapter. Now enjoy.
Happy Together
Laura Barton knew exactly what she was getting into when she married Clint 'Hawkeye' Barton. She knew that he had more than just the physical scars. She knew that he had trust issues aplenty. Hell, she knew that she was the cause of some of those trust issues. She knew that he was an agent of SHIELD and would frequently be away from her and the family they were building. She knew that he had a tendency to blame himself for everything even when there was nothing he could've done. Laura knew all of this about her husband and she accepted him. She even accepted his tendency to pick up strays. First, there was Laura herself. She was a much different person back then. Then there was the angry redheaded Russian assassin that was looking for a way out. And then there was their dog, who was only going to be a temporary thing. That was two years ago. Now, there were the Maximoff twins. Laura didn't hesitate or bat an eye when Clint tentatively suggested that the twins take up permanent residence in the Barton home shortly after they returned from Sokovia. She simply packed up the kids and waited for the ride that she knew would be waiting for her.
Natasha filled her in on the twins on the way to New York. She knew that something major must have happened for Clint to be offering a permanent home to outsiders. She knew something very bad must have happened for Clint not to come home as soon as the mission was done. Especially since he sent Natasha in his absence. Nat, bless her soul, filled her in on that too. Laura Barton didn't know Pietro Maximoff at all but she loved that boy with all her heart for saving her husband. She didn't care if the twins wanted to live there for a few days, months or forever. They were free to stay as long as they wanted. And then she met them. Wanda with her big, sad, scared eyes and Pietro, quiet, gaunt and pale. Every maternal instinct in her flared in that moment. That was the moment she marked them as hers. Her family. Her kids. She was getting as bad as Clint in the picking up strays department.
She and the children stayed for a few days after Pietro finally woke up. The kids loved him as much as they loved Wanda. It was a mutual thing as both Wanda and Clint attested to the fact that Pietro didn't smile nearly as much as he did when Lila and Cooper were in the room. As for Laura, well she adored Pietro as she knew she would. When she looked at the young man, she saw what her husband was like before SHIELD. Before Coulson and Nat and Nick smoothed out the jagged edges and made him the father and husband he was today. Coulson was gone but she was confident that she and Clint and Nat and Nick along with the whole host of Avengers would be more than enough to help smooth out those edges in Pietro.
In the beginning, it was easy enough. He was still healing and so he was sleeping more than he was awake. Clint told her that was a good thing as the kid's cocky attitude was kind of insufferable. Laura was privately of the belief that Clint suffered the kid's cocky attitude just fine and simply couldn't bear to tell himself the truth. In the end, it turned out that it was actually not a good thing that Pietro was unconscious for 80% of his day… at least according to Clint and Pietro. Because while Clint was dreaming up plans to make more room for the twins on the farm and Pietro was sleeping off his death coma, Wanda was filling her time with getting to know her new teammates. One in particular. Laura learned to accept a lot of strange things in her life but having your teenage daughter engage in purely innocent flirtation with an android that was literally born less than a month ago was something new altogether. New but still adorable.
Wanda told her, of course. She called her the very first time she spoke with Vision. She was half hysterical because this was far from the first time that she had a crush but this was the first time it seemed like it was a mutual thing and she had no one to talk to about it. She later admitted that she would eventually tell Pietro but she feared how he would react. Laura thought she was over exaggerating. Pietro couldn't possibly be that bad… or so she thought until the afternoon when she returned from picking the kids up from school to find a video call waiting on her laptop from the Avenger Tower. Fearing the worst, she sent Lila and Cooper to play outside, picked up and was instantly greeted by chaos.
Wanda was glaring daggers at the side of Pietro's head. Her twin was sitting up in bed, his expression was dark and angry while his left arm twitched almost involuntarily every now and then. It was then that she noticed Thor's hammer was also on the bed and a suspicious coil of red was tethering it to Pietro's wrist. She bit her lip in an effort not to laugh. Clint was the closest to the screen and he looked worn out.
"What happened?" she asked, barely stifling a giggle.
The trio decided to answer her as one. None of them seemed to have any idea what the actual problem was and as a result were just trying to make more noise than the other two. She went from two children to five… six, including baby Nate. She cleared her throat, instantly ending the senseless bickering on the screen.
"Wanda, what happened?"
"Pietro and Clint are being completely unreasonable!" she burst out. "I simply went for a walk with Vision and these two insisted on following us! Pietro can barely get out of bed and collapsed before he got down the hall. And Clint threatened to shoot Vision 'right in the mind gem' if he got 'handsy'. I don't even know what that means!"
"Clint!" Laura hissed. She knew her husband had the best of intentions but really? Clint had the good sense to look remorseful, even going so far so the murmur an apology to Wanda. The younger woman narrowed her eyes for the briefest of moments before giving in like Laura knew she would. She gave him an accepting smile in return. So that just left one other person to sort out in this bizarre family dustup. "Pietro?"
The young speedster merely stared at the wall opposite from his bed in lieu of giving a response. Laura could tell Wanda was growing more irritated by her twin's silence. But it was just as clear that Pietro wasn't going to talk… with Wanda present anyway. Laura gave her husband a look. He frowned minutely before ushering Wanda out of the room. Laura noted that despite Wanda's absence from the room, Pietro remained bound to the hammer. That was probably for the best honestly.
"Hey," she said once it was just Pietro in the room. "What's really going on, Pietro?"
Hesitant blue eyes met her gaze through the screen. "I do not trust Vision. That is all."
"Uh huh," Laura drawled. "You want to try that one again, kiddo?"
She saw his lips tic before he sighed. "She really likes him."
"Yeah, she does," Laura admitted quietly. She didn't quite understand the connection between the twins but she knew enough to know that Wanda's crush on Vision was something Pietro was all too aware of even if he didn't know how to deal with his own feelings about that. So Laura didn't feel bad telling him. But she did feel bad about the look of devastation that briefly flashed across his face. "Pietro?"
He shook his head, turning away from the screen. But he didn't move fast enough (god, the irony) to prevent her from seeing the tears welling in those blue orbs. This was serious. Way more serious than she could handle in a single Skype call. She also had a feeling that Clint would be better at getting information from Pietro in this regard. She just hoped it happened soon. Still while this may be "boys only talk" territory she could still interject her thoughts on the issue.
"Pietro, sweetheart, I need you to know that you can talk to either of us whenever you need to or even if you just want to talk about something. I know you're used to taking care of both you and Wanda but it doesn't have to be that way all the time. You can share some of that with me or with Clint. Even with the rest of the team….. Vison included." He tensed but didn't speak. She continued. "We'll take care of you both because that's what family does."
He turned back to face her at those words. His eyes glittered with unshed tears. She longed to hug him until those tears dried up and the smile she had seen only a few times since meeting him made an appearance. But she couldn't because she was here and he was there… for now. But soon she would have all her kids (Clint included) under one roof and she could work on getting that boy to smile more often. That would have to be enough for now.
"Is that Daddy?" Lila's voice startled her out of her thoughts. She noticed Pietro relaxed slightly at the sound of the youngest (for now) Barton. Laura looked down at her daughter who was balancing herself on her tiptoes in a vain attempt at glancing at the screen.
"No, baby. It's actually Pietro."
"Pietro!" Lila exclaimed, doubling her efforts at getting to the screen. Laura took mercy on her and helped the little girl to climb up on one of the kitchen barstools. Laura couldn't help but smile as her daughter settled in front of the screen, practically vibrating with happiness. What made the scene even more heartwarming was that she could see the heaviness lifting off Pietro as he sat up straighter. "Are you feeling better?"
"I am," Pietro said, mustering a wan smile that was almost slightly convincing. "Dr. Cho said I might even be able to leave this bed in a few days."
"That means you'll be here soon, right?"
"I believe that is the plan."
"Great! I have so much stuff to show you and Wanda. I can show you my dolls and my paintings. Do you like to paint?"
Pietro's expression was bemused and confused. Laura stifled another laugh. "I don't really know, little monkey. I've never painted before."
Lila's jaw dropped as she looked to her mother incredulously. "He's never painted?!"
"No, but think of all the fun you're going to have teaching him," Laura pointed out before Lila's indignation over this deficit in Pietro's childhood could turn to sorrow for either of them. "You might have to teach them a lot of things, Lil. They missed out on some fun growing up."
Lila's eyes narrowed as she considered the information her mother just told her. Finally, she reached some sort of internal conclusion as she nodded and asked with all the gravity a six year old could muster, "Have you ever had a tea party?"
The warm sound of Pietro's shocked yet carefree laugh did a lot to assure Laura that he was going to be okay. They hadn't gotten to the twins too late. There was still hope for them both. She hugged her daughter and listened as the pair continued to discuss the proper number of guests to invite to a tea party and the merits of using your imagination versus apple juice. Apparently Pietro took his tea parties very seriously.
Clint knew that he had to talk to the kid. He knew it from the minute he saw the lost look in his eyes after they picked him off the floor following his grand 'follow Wanda' plan. He knew that there was something more than just overprotective big brother instincts coming to the foreground. There was something seriously bothering Pietro. Clint knew this and yet… he didn't know how he was supposed to talk to him. He thought of his own crappy childhood and teen years. There was a significant lack of strong role models back then. He basically raised himself and that definitely didn't end well. He was more of a punk than Pietro when he was the kid's age and he didn't really mellow out until SHIELD… until Phil Coulson.
Phil was all patience when dealing with the newly recruited Clint. Even at his worst, Phil never lost patience with Clint. He dealt with the temper tantrums and the insecurity and helped mold him into the man that he was today. Helped mold him into the husband, father, and Avenger that he was today. He owed everything to Phil. And now he was in a position where he could do for Pietro what was done for him. And he was at a loss. So he took a page from the Phil Coulson manual on dealing with unruly, emotional time bomb young adults and went to find his speedster. He didn't have to look far. Helen released him from the medical ward the night before and Pietro ran straight for the roof. He claimed he liked the open space. Tony claimed it was yet another reason he wanted to run a paternity test on the twins and Clint.
As expected, he found the huddled up form of Pietro sitting by the very edge of the roof. For a brief moment, Clint wanted to rush forward and pull him away. But that would be hypocritical as that was Clint's favorite spot in the Tower. He sent a mental apology to Phil. He didn't realize quite how many heart attacks he must have caused that man back in the day. And now he was in a similar position to Phil. Clint smirked. Times definitely had changed.
He stepped out of the stairwell, grateful that he remembered to grab the kid's jacket before went looking for him. The weather was getting warmer but it was still cool at night keeping his footsteps light, Clint joined Pietro at the edge. He unfolded he jacket and draped it around the speedster's still fragile looking frame. He was too thin. He looked healthier but he was a far cry from the cocky punk they met at the beginning of this adventure. He sat down next to Pietro and pulled a candy bar from his jacket pocket. Wordlessly he handed it to Pietro, who accepted the treat with an amused snort.
"You're missing dinner," Clint said as he heard the kid ripping the packaging open. He felt Pietro shrug. "Any reason you're shutting us all out? I get that you're mad at Wanda. And probably Thor for letting you be tied to Mjolnir for a whole day."
Pietro snickered softly. "I am not mad at anyone. I just… I wasn't hungry."
"The fact that you look like the walking dead and your metabolism beg to differ," Clint countered. "Helen ran some more tests before she let you go. Based off the data that we recovered from Strucker's base, you should be faster than you are. Helen thinks it's because you're not eating nearly as much as someone with your metabolism should be."
Pietro turned to look at him. "They never told us that."
Clint had a feeling that would be the case. HYDRA wanted weapons but they didn't want weapons that might stray out of their control. Wanda was powerful but controlled very easily through her brother. They gave him the food he would need to survive if he were still a normal human. But not the amount that he needed as an enhanced speedster. Helen listed the side effects that Pietro's metabolism had on his body if he didn't receive the proper caloric intake. He stopped listening after metabolic failure and seizures were thrown out there. Strucker was lucky Ultron got to him first. Because Clint definitely wasn't going to let him go out that easily.
"Talk to me, kid," Clint ordered gently. "What's going on? This is more than just Wanda and Vision, isn't it?"
There was a small sigh but he felt Pietro relax against his shoulder. "Wanda… she is…" he trailed off, running his free hand through the brown and silver mix of curls on his head. "When we were younger, before our parents died, Wanda and I were close but not as close as we are now. She was friendly and everyone loved her. She made friends so easily. I… did not. After our parents, we stuck together. We ignored everything and everyone in the world because we needed to get revenge. It's why we joined HYDRA. Why we agreed to the experiments. I knew it was wrong because that is not who Wanda was supposed to be. She was just a kid."
Clint refrained from pointing out that Pietro was barely twelve minutes older than Wanda. That would make him as much a kid as Wanda. Instead, he remained quiet. Simply sitting beside the teen as he paused to chew on his candy bar.
"I'm not angry that she's friends, or whatever, with Vison. I'm really not. It's just that… when I look at her now, I see the Wanda before the bombs came and destroyed our lives. She smiles more now. She has friends. All of the team loves her, even Mr. Stark and Dr. Banner. They adore her. They should. And she loves them. She's never been happier than when you told her that she was going to be an Avenger."
"So if you're not angry, what are you?"
"Scared," Pietro admitted quietly.
"Why are you scared?"
"Because she's going to leave me behind. She's angry with me because she thinks I'm smothering her. I don't mean to. I'm just scared that if I let her go, she's going to leave me behind. That everyone will realize she's the powerful one. That none of you really need me."
"Oh," Clint sighed softly. Pietro's voice quieted towards the end and was really barely a whisper. But Clint got the general idea. They really were too similar for their own good. He shifted so that his arm was wrapped around the shivering teen. Pietro stiffened at first but gradually relaxed with the contact. They sat in a peaceful silence for a few minutes before Clint squeezed the teen's shoulders slightly, getting his attention.
"It's time you and I cleared the air a little. So let's get some things straight, okay?"
"Okay?" Pietro replied hesitantly. Clint smiled.
"Wanda is amazing. She is a force to be reckoned with. I don't think any of us are stupid enough to deny that after she used her mind mojo to take down the Hulk, Thor, Captain America and the Black Widow. That's impressive. But you, Pietro, are no slouch. If it wasn't for your efforts during the evacuation, a lot of people would've died. Your speed saved so many lives that day, including mine. So I'm not going to let you put yourself down like that. You are a valuable member of this team. Not because you're Wanda's brother but because of your big stupid, self-sacrificial heart."
Pietro's breath hitched slightly before he let out a quiet laugh. He settled more firmly into Clint's side. The archer smiled wider.
"And another thing, Wanda is not the only beloved one another here. You've got my wife and children wrapped around your little finger. For once, Tony isn't the only one using Stark Industries resources to improve the lives of friends and family. Pepper has pretty much taken over the renovation effort at home. Expect to hear about a hundred questions about color schemes in the next few days. And it's not just them. The whole team cares about you too. You might not be a social butterfly, but they get it. I mean we all have our baggage. That's what keeps us interesting."
"Is that what you call it?"
"Shut up, smartass," Clint chided, giving him a light squeeze. "As for Wanda, she's not leaving you behind. I promise you that. She may have feelings or whatever for Vision. She may be settling into the team but you are and always will be her number one."
Clint glanced out the corner of his eye to see that Pietro was not quite as convinced in that regard. But he had an idea on how to prove that one. He would make the call later. For now, he needed to get about twenty thousand calories into Pietro before he went to bed. Fortunately, the collective group of mother hens that were the Avengers had that covered. Tony, Sam and Steve ordered enough greasy junk food to feed a small army… or a starving speedster. Clint reached up tousle to Pietro's hair.
"Come on. Dinner is most likely here and if Sam peeks through the stairwell door one more time, I'm liable to drop him off the roof without his wings."
"I heard that, Hawk Butt!" Sam called from his not at all discreet hiding spot. Clint could just make out the outline of Steve and Bruce behind him. Idiots.
"I wasn't exactly whispering, dumbass!"
"Language!" Tony taunted over the building's PA system.
"I hate all of you," Steve groused, already turning around to head downstairs with a laughing Bruce in tow.
Clint laughed, smoothly rising to his feet. He held a hand out to Pietro who accepted the assistance without hesitance. He swayed for a moment once he was on his feet but steadied himself quickly. Clint mentally added another five thousand calories to his diet. They walked over to the stairs where Sam was still waiting. Clint was then forced to hand Pietro over to Sam 'King of the Mother Hens' Wilson. He didn't mind as much as he claimed. As they headed back to the common room where everyone was waiting, Clint watched even more of the tension fade away. He even heard Pietro laugh again at whatever Sam was saying. Good. Laura was right, the kid needed to smile more.
Satisfied that Pietro was settled (for now) and on his way to getting food, Clint set about working on fixing the bond between the siblings. He stepped out of the room and dialed the number with a smirk on his lips. He listened as the other line rang, absently keeping track of the various conversation happening in the next room. The line clicked on the third ring and a chipper voice greeted him. His smirk turned into a genuine smile.
"Hey, I have a huge favor to ask. How soon do you think you can get to the Tower?"
Five days. That's how long it's been since she's been alone with her brother. Following the whole ugly scene with Vision, there has been an Avenger with them at all times acting as a buffer for the tension that was still clinging to them. Wanda couldn't remember ever being upset with Pietro for this long. Honestly, around the third day, she started to feel silly for being mad about something that trivial in the first place. But her pride wouldn't let her make the steps to fixing it. By the fourth day, she just felt guilty and horrible.
Pietro died. Even if it didn't stick, the fact of the matter was he still died. And for a few days early in his recovery, there was a chance he could die again. Only now that he was walking around and eating solid foods was he starting to look like himself again. She should be grateful that he was here with her, not complaining about him smothering her. That's why she was seeking him out on the fifth day. Since being released from the medical ward, Pietro had taken to wandering the halls of the Tower. She knew his favorite place was the roof. But the ever present, if not slightly neglected bond between them, told Wanda that her twin wasn't on the roof. He was in the kitchen on the common floor.
She was just stepping off the elevator when she heard his laugh echoed by an unfamiliar female voice. She was familiar with Laura, Helen, Pepper, Maria and Natasha. They were the only women that spent any time in the Tower. This was not any of the above mentioned women. This one was younger. She raised an eyebrow as she drifted towards the kitchen. Clint was there in the doorway, watching something inside the room with faint amusement. That something was her brother. Her brother and some... woman. She was pretty with blue eyes and dark curly hair. She was also draped across her brother while the latter stirred what looked like brownie mix. Wanda narrowed her eyes. Honestly, he just met this woman!
She cleared her throat but the gesture was ignored as the woman was whispering something in his ear. Wanda felt the slight like a physical blow. Pietro ignored her. He ignored her and was flirting with some woman. Some woman he had to have just met. It was obvious that she was someone affiliated with the Avengers or at least friendly with for her to be here. But Wanda didn't care. All she cared was that her twin brother was ignoring her in favor of flirting with some random stranger. They were twins! They had been together all their lives and for him to just ignore her was… it was… it was pretty much exactly what happened with Vision.
Her shoulders slumped as she realized how Pietro was feeling. Even though she was looking for him so they could talk, a small part of her still felt like he was being her overbearing and overprotective brother. And maybe that was part of the issue. But really, it was just that they were so used to one another that anyone that close to the other felt like a threat. Except for Laura and Clint. Wanda would examine that one at a later time. For now, she was content to brush past Clint, ignore the beautiful stranger and wrap her arms around Pietro's waist.
She hugged her brother, grateful that his frame was filling out once again. Clint had him on a high calorie diet and it seemed it was working. She rested her head on his shoulder and exhaled slowly. She knew Pietro understood what she wasn't saying when his arms rose to clasp onto hers.
"I'm sorry," she whispered.
"I am too," he replied.
They stood together in their embrace, allowing their connection to say all the things they couldn't always say out loud. For the first time since the battle with Ultron, Wanda felt settled. She felt like herself. And she knew it was the same for Pietro. They were finally back on track.
"Aw, they're so cute. You sure I can't have at least one of them? Doesn't even need to be the boy."
Wanda lifted her head to see that the woman was now standing beside Clint. He had an arm draped over her shoulders and she was leaning into him. She didn't sense any romantic interest from that contact. If anything, it was similar to the affection he showed Natasha.
"No. For the last time, Darcy, you can't have either one of them. They're both mine," Clint retorted, rolling his eyes. "Wonder Twins, meet Darcy Lewis. Darcy, you know Pietro and this is his twin, Wanda."
"Nice to meet you?" Wanda murmured. "I am confused. How exactly do you know Clint?"
"Met him during the whole New Mexico disaster," Darcy shrugged. "He was the only semi decent SHIELD agent there. He gave me back my iPod and insured his place in my heart for life."
"Doesn't take much with you, Darce. Thor smashed a cup on the floor and posed for a Facebook picture and earned his place there."
"It also helps that he's super ripped."
Wanda found herself smiling at the genuine affection between the two. It was then that she realized something. The proudly smug smile playing across Clint's lips. Darcy's sudden appearance in the Tower.
"This was a setup," Pietro said aloud. Clint's smirk grew wider.
"Yup! And it worked too. Told Laura it would work." The twins glared. "Oh, relax. It was a necessary evil. You two have always had each other. That's never going to change. Now you just have us as well. But we're simply an addition to what you two already had. We're not here to replace either of you in the other's life. I'm reasonably sure that neither of you want to let go of the other. Am I wrong?"
"No," they replied in unison, still holding on to each other.
"Great. So stop with the avoiding and silent treatment drama. Okay?"
"Okay."
"Well now that's settled. Darcy, you staying?"
Darcy arched an eyebrow, looking incredulously at the archer. "You're having a barbecue on the roof of Stark Tower where there is copious amounts of food, alcohol and Thor in Revel Mode. You're seriously asking me if I want to stay?"
"I'll take that as a yes," Clint grinned. "Pietro, hurry up with those brownies. They should've been in the oven like yesterday."
"Such an exaggerator," Pietro muttered. Still Wanda let go of him as he used his speed to stir the brownies, pour them into the pan and pop them into the oven. He was done in less than a minute. The task didn't seem to exert him. He simply returned to his seat and smirked in Clint's direction. Wanda found herself smiling as well.
"Told you that you come in handy, Roadrunner. And you were wondering why we keep you around," Clint chided with just a hint of amusement shining through and removing any of the sting those words might have held.
"All I'm wondering is why we keep you around, old man," Pietro countered. "Just a question but did you get into archery when it was still the hip new thing happening in town?"
"No more television or Tony time for you!" Clint declared. "It's clearly starting to rot what was left of your mind."
"You would know," Pietro retorted, grinning at the dark glare Clint was throwing his way. The grin grew wider as he turned around, gathering Wanda into his arms. He was off and running before the pen Clint threw at Pietro even had a chance to land. Wanda giggled as Clint's mock outrage followed them all the way up to the roof. Pietro let her down gently and they both paused to take in the scene before them.
Just as they expected all of the Avengers (and affiliated personnel) were gathered on the roof. Natasha and Bruce were seated close together. Tony and Pepper were snuggled together in a hammock that Wanda knew for a fact wasn't there the day before. Sam was manning the barbecue and chatting with Maria and Helen. Thor, Steve and Vision were talking about something, clearly having to do with Thor's hammer. One day that would stop being an obsession for them. One day….. Clearly that was not today.
"You can go talk to him if you want," Pietro offered, noticing that her gaze was lingering on Vision. She smiled brightly at her brother, looping her arm around his.
"Maybe later," she acknowledged. "But for now, I'm good where I am."
"Me too," Pietro managed to say before they were dragged into the ongoing shenanigans with Thor's hammer.
Tony had separated from Pepper and was a part of the huddle now trying to determine whether telekinesis was worthy or not. A quick push from her mind confirmed that it was not. Thor continued to brag about their general lack of worthiness before Clint shut him down by reminding him of a time when he wasn't worthy either. He then added that Thor cried like a baby. Needless to say, this then led to even more madness as Thor was determined to prove his mightiness. Another thing Clint called into question pointing out that he said those exact same words just minutes before falling under Wanda's spell.
The twins stood back for a few moments and just watched the chaos and general insanity that followed these group of people. Wanda turned to look at Pietro at the same moment he turned his head to look at her. They smiled in unison. Yes, they would always have each other. But it felt pretty good to have these guys around too.
*I had to put Darcy in there. Because apparently it is impossible for me to write an Avengers story without Darcy and Clint being adorable best friends who raise hell together. Seriously, I had an outline for this story and she wasn't even in it. Oh well, hope you enjoyed.