Author: I should not be writing at 3am, it creates very odd stories. Anyways warnings: language, a hungover avenger, Booze, smartass Pietro and Clint being a dick.

"What's wrong old man?"

He knows that voice... it belongs to his twenty something year old "adopted" son.

Clint groans and rolls over, burying his face in the pillow on the couch.

He has a headache from hell and Pietro is only making it worse.

"Drink too much?" the speedster teases as a cold bottle touches his arm.

"If that's anything but water I will kill you." Clint growls

The bottle brushes his cheek and he opens one eye to look at it.

It's a brown bottle and it smells like alcohol.

"I didn't get drunk last night." Pietro smirks, withdrawing the bottle.

The team had been up most of the night out in the front yard: drinking, fucking around... And trying to pick up that damn hammer of Thor's

According to some Hydra file Natasha had read, Pietro's metabolism burned of alcohol pretty quickly so he had to drown in booze to get drunk.

Lucky little bastard.

Clint sits up, squints at Pietro and growls: "Run."

The speedster needs no further prompting... he never does.

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Steve is stretched out in the porch swing as Clint staggers outside, clutching his bow.

"How come Pietro is running circles in the yard?" the super soldier asks.

"Because I told him to run." Clint groans, putting his shades on.

"Why?" Steve inquires

"You'll see." Clint promises, aiming an arrow at the silver and blue streak in the yard.

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Pietro doesn't slow down when he sees Clint aim an arrow at him... they've done this before.

Clint gets angry, he runs off, Clint shoots at him and always misses.

So when he suddenly feels a sharp pain in his ankle, he skids to a halt.

Or tries to...

Instead he tumbles head over heels for a few yards before coming to a stop on his back.

There's an arrow through his ankle.

"Damn you old man!" He yells.

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Clint smirks when Pietro continued to yell in a mix of English and Sokovian.

"How did you...?" Steve asks.

"My little secret." Clint whispers.

"I hate you!" Pietro bellows.

"That's what you get for being a pain in my ass!" Clint yells over his shoulder before heading back inside.

"One day old man, I will shove those arrows up your ass!"

Clint smirks as he collapses on the couch and mutters, "Good luck with that you little shithead roadrunner."