"Well Nick, I'm glad you've figured out how to motivate the bastards." Calico said happily, waving Fury off. He chuckled, muttering about a weird ass. The moment he left, Tony ran in looking panicked with Steve behind him, trying not to laugh.
"Calico, baby, sweetheart, sugar-pie, are you alright?" Steve covered his mouth with a gloved hand, shaking with silent laughter. Calico felt her mouth twitch up into a smile.
"Sugar-Pie... What?"
"That bastard Hawkeye! Do you have all your limbs? He didn't kill you?" Tony cried, grabbing her hands and counting off fingers.
At this point, Steve could no longer hold in his laughter, and he found himself leaning on the table with tears in his eyes.
"No he didn't kill me! - Who the hell are you talking about?" Calico said over Steve's laughter, swatting away his hands and giggling. Steve rose from his hunched over position and cleared his throat.
"Twenty-something minutes ago, when Clint Barton - the other blond - was shooting at you with his bow and arrow." he explained. Tony nodded and hummed weakly in agreement. Calico shrugged.
"How did you guys find out about that?"
"Natasha told us just now. That's why we came right back." Steve said, chuckling in between his words. Calico giggled as well, shaking her head. Tony rubbed his temples.
"God, Calico. Why didn't you tell me before?" he asked softly, dropping his hands. Calico rolled her eyes.
"Don't worry so much about me, Tony. You have the world to worry about!" she said, patting his chest and smiling softly. He pouted.
"But if you get hurt, Pepper will hurt me, and I'll have to hurt everyone else." Tony said, hugging Calico. Steve smirked.
"And think, Calico, is that really good for humanity? Tony on a rampage?" he teased. He and Calico shared a laugh, but Tony still looked upset. Calico stood on her toes and kissed him on the cheek.
"Well since you guys came back, what am I supposed to do when we get to New York?" she asked, feeling the mood of the room change from light to thoughtful in an instant. Steve and Tony glanced first at each other, then back at Calico.
"Well, I'll leave that to you, Tony. You're the genius!" Steve said with a smile and a skyward point. He spun around on his heel and walked out of the room, Tony spouting curses after him.
"Don't swear like that, it's unbecoming. Really, what's going to happen here? With me?" Calico pointed to herself and raised her eyebrows. Tony heaved a sigh and ran his fingers through his hair.
"Where can I keep you where you'll be safe?" he asked her. She smiled crookedly up at him.
"Nowhere. I guess you'll just have to let me have a go at one of those guns!" she said half jokingly, half seriously. Tony chuckled, pressing his forehead against her's.
"Sorry, babe. I can't really allow that. You couldn't hurt a fly."
"I accidentally kicked a stray cat yesterday! I'm vicious! I could help a lot! I could help lead people to safety~!" Calico whined, giving Tony her best puppy eyes. He made a face at her.
"I'm going to go with a flat no on that one. I'll just have you sit it out with Eye-Patch." he answered. Calico sniffed indignantly and took a step away from her lover, turning to face the opposite direction. Tony raised his hands.
"Don't be like that! I have to keep you safe. I don't want you in the line of fire. If you get hurt, somebody's dying. You saw what almost happened to Barton!" he reasoned, taking a quick step back toward her and wrapping his arms around her waist from behind before she could argue. He rested his chin on her head.
Calico groaned, crossing her arms and shaking her head.
"I already feel useless! It's been less than a week and I've almost died three times!" she moaned, looking down at the tiled floor.
"... When were the first two times?"
"Banner threw a table at me."
"And?"
"... I fell down the stairs." Calico mumbled slowly, blushing from mild embarrassment. She could feel Tony smirking against the top of her head.
"It's not funny!"
"Yes it is."
"I could have died!"
"No you couldn't have, but that explains the bruise on your ass."
"Oh, get back to the subject at hand! You bastard..."
"Ms Calico...?" a voice called, causing her to stop brooding temporarily.
She turned around to see the man who had been shooting at her earlier, a slightly guilty look on his face. Beside him was Natasha, holding him firmly by the arm.
"Hello, Clint. Or do you prefer Mister Barton...?" she asked, tilting her head to the left and to the right when thinking of what to call him. He sighed and Natasha pulled at him. He cleared his throat.
"Clint is just fine, thank you. I'm sorry for shooting at you earlier." he said, shrugging his broad shoulders. Calico giggled.
"But it wasn't really you so much as it was Loki!" she said with a smile, which was just as good as saying she forgave him. Natasha smiled as well, releasing him.
"I just wanted him to apologize to you before we left. We're right over New York." she said to the smaller girl. Calico shrugged.
"I was too busy being amazed at your aim to be mad at you!" she said, reaching out to shake his hand. He looked slightly taken aback, but he shook it all the same, a coy grin claiming his lips.
"Thanks." he said. An alarm sounded, causing Natasha's smile to drop.
"And I wanted to leave you with something to smile about before we left. Sorry you couldn't go." she said quickly, quickly yanking Clint out of the room.
Calico felt her eye twitch in annoyance. She went back to brooding for the time being.
Er, the rating is "M" because I wanted to add a lemon, but I changed my mind. I just forgot to change the rating. eue"
I'll possibly post a lemon, but not for this story or anything. Just because I can. XD
Sorry it took so long to upload this. I'm sick. TwT
Oh, and I made a Tumblr. 10 years later. XD