Chapter 21: Trouble

Clint was more or less happy at the moment. He wasn't stupid. He knew Barney was still unhappy about his relationship with Tony. He knew Barney was tempted to toss Tony out of the house. He knew Barney wanted to yell at him for having Tony in his bedroom with him, obviously making out like a couple of hormonally possessed teenagers. Which of course they were. Instead of doing any of those things, Barney let Tony stay and proceeded to cook dinner. Of course now that he was home Clint had to settle for simply hanging out with his boyfriend instead of getting a little bit of whatwhat heyhey like he wanted. He and Tony sat on the couch in the living room and watched one of his newly bought Angel DVDs while Barney prepared the food in the kitchen. Clint was a big fan of Angel and most Joss Whedon projects, but he found himself unable to get too into the show. He looked at Tony whose eyes were fixated on the screen. Tony. That's what was bothering Clint. Clint loved sexing him up. Every time they got intimate with each other it was one hell of an experience. Tony had gotten him all riled up and ready to go with his sweet talk, but when Clint started tonging him down and grabbing his cock, Tony stopped it.

What the fuck? Since when does Tony fucking Stark stop with the whatwhat heyhey? Boy's a way bigger horndog than I am.

Not that Clint didn't mind the sweet makeout that followed. Hell it was incredible how great Tony was kissing him, but now he had to go through this dinner with half a woody and that same question running through his head; what's going on with Tony?

"Which do you like better?" his lover asked suddenly.

Clint shook his head, coming out of his thoughts.

"Say what?" he asked.

"Which series do you like better? Buffy or Angel?"

Clint smiled.

"Probably Buffy, but Angel's pretty great too. But that's a different thing. Personally I think Faith should've gotten her own show. Love that gal."

Tony laughed.

"Probably cuz you and her are a lot alike."

Clint arched an eyebrow.

"You think so?"

"You stole her catchphrase for crying out loud. So hell yeah. Badass. You're both tough as nails. Not afraid to kick any ass. Rough childhood. Sexy as fuck."

Clint leaned forward and kissed the side of Tony's neck.

"Is that so? You think I'm sexy as fuck?" he whispered.

Clint gave Tony's neck another kiss followed by a slow lick that made him shiver and moan.

"Jesus, Clint. You're brother's right there in the kitchen."

Clint chuckled, licking his neck again unbothered.

"Barney's got his headphones on and he gets really focused when he cooks. I've caught that fool doing much worse with call girls on this very couch in the past. But that's a different thing."

Clint then slid one of his hands under Tony's shirt, swirling his fingers around his bellybutton. Tony closed his eyes and starting breathing hard which made Clint grin against his neck.

"Say my name, Tony." he ordered, nibbling on his ear.

"C-C-Clint. Oh god."

Clint then grabbed Tony's crotch, making him gasp.

"Say it again."

"Clint." Tony repeated, growing hard in his jeans.

Clint then licked the edge of Tony's ear up and down, causing the millionaire to moan even louder.

"Feels good saying my name, doesn't it?" he asked.

"Yes. Fuck yes. Christ, what are you doing to me?" Tony asked in a breathy voice.

Clint gave Tony's crotch a squeeze and was rewarded with an involuntary thrust from him. Then Clint laughed mischievously, pulling Tony down on top of him and out of Barney's line of sight.

"Turning you on. It's one of the things I do best. You know, besides fucking you senseless and riding you like a Ducati." he replied.

Tony's eyes fluttered as Clint wrapped his arms around him and pulled him into a hot wet kiss. God this felt great. Clint still felt stupid for ever denying himself this the weekend he first met Tony. He'd been stubborn. He denied they had something. He tried to push him away. He even hit him, which to this day still made Clint sick to his stomach whenever he thought about it. Now that he had Tony and had a taste of what it was like being with him, he didn't want them to ever stop kissing. That fucking pineapple chapstick had become his drug, and Clint was a junkie. Things got more hot and heavy as Clint starting using tongue in the kiss and grinding his body up against Tony's.

More! More!

Clint grabbed Tony's ass which made the millionaire start dryhumping him. He chuckled, well aware of the fact that they could be caught by Barney at any second. Just the knowledge of that gave Clint a thrill that made him leak some precum as Tony began thrusting just a little harder. Clint started moaning even louder when Tony suddenly ripped his mouth away and sat back up on the couch, breathing heavy and wiping off his mouth. If Clint wasn't mistaken, there was a hint of embarrassment and even annoyance in those chocolate brown eyes.

"Are you serious, Clint? Are you fucking serious?" he asked.

That was when Clint knew to back off. Tony Stark mad was a rare sight and not a good one. Instead of retorting or forcing him into another makeout, Clint simply said,

"I'm sorry. Not sure what came over me."

Tony gulped and nodded, sitting back in an upright position and bringing his eyes back to the screen. Clint ran his hand over his face.

That was pretty dumb. The fuck is wrong with me? I'm not twelve anymore!

Clint then looked down at himself. His dick was still rock hard and pitching one hell of a tent in his shorts and driving him crazy.

Crap baskets! I gotta take care of this.

Without a word Clint shot up from the couch and ran to the bathroom. He needed to take care of this now if he was gonna get through dinner without feeling the need to fuck Tony on the table. He slammed the door behind him, dropped his pants and jerked himself hard while fantasizing about fucking Tony on the couch behind Barney's back like he wanted.

xxxx

Clint and Tony watched another episode of Angel in near complete silence. Even after he took care of himself in the bathroom, Clint still wasn't feeling one-hundred percent over it. Part of him wanted to grab Tony and resume their couch humping session, but clearly he had upset Tony. Tony even more of a talker than Thor, and yet the episode they watched only got a few words from him. Normally Clint would love this. Clint liked the quiet, but he'd made Tony uncomfortable.

Why though? Hell on a normal day Tony would be the one initiating what we just did. He likes it when I'm aggressive. The fuck changed?

To stop himself from jerking Tony off, Clint sat on the other end of the couch, his arm just out of reach of his boyfriend. His hot boyfriend. His very very hot boyfriend. Clint's face stayed neutral, but his mind kept running sexual scenarios through his mind. He hoped dinner would be as painless and quick as possible. Maybe then he could finally have some real whatwhat heyhey with the guy he'd grown to...to... Clint frowned. It was obvious how Tony felt about him. He was practically oozing the l-word out of his pores for Clint.

But what about me?

Clint thought. Obviously Clint liked Tony. He liked him a hell of a lot. He'd changed for Tony. Became a boyfriend for the first time in his life. Opened himself up like he'd only ever done with Natasha. He and Tony got along so well together it was ridiculous and their sexual chemistry was off the charts. For fuck's sake, Clint couldn't remember the last time he felt so happy and satisfied. But the question still remained.

Do I love Tony?

Truth was, he was still undecided. Part of Clint felt like that was okay. Even with how much he'd change over the past few months, he was still Clint fucking Barton. The jury was still out on how he felt about falling in love with Tony, which was neither a good or bad thing.

But what about Tony? Is it okay for me to be in a relationship with somebody who's in love with me while I'm still undecided?

Then Clint scoffed and shook his head. What the hell. He still had plenty of time to deal with that later. That was a whole different conversation for a different time. In the meantime, all Clint really cared about was when he and Tony were gonna have a proper whatwhay heyhey time. Today just seemed weird.

"Wash your hands. Dinner's ready." Barney announced.

Clint tapped Tony's shoulder and gestured to the bathroom. Tony got up without a word, letting Clint lead the way. When they entered the bathroom, Clint grabbed Tony by the waist and pressed their foreheads together.

"Look, I'm sorry, alright? Can you please stop being upset with me? I don't know if I could get through this dinner knowing that I pissed you off."

Tony grabbed onto Clint's shoulders and smiled.

"Clint, it's okay. I was more mad at myself than anything."

"You just...you drive me up the wall sometimes, Tony. It's like you unintentionally put some sort of lust spell on me."

Tony chuckled, licking his deliciously tempting pink lips.

"That's just the old Stark charm. Again, not my fault that the sight of me makes you wanna fuck."

"You really are just full of yourself, aren't you?"

"Well, you've yet to prove me wrong."

"Actually I have. Otherwise,..."

Clint gave Tony's ass a nice healthy squeeze that made the millionaire giggle.

"I would've fucked you years ago."

Tony cleared his throat and slowly slipped out of Clint's arms. Probably for the best or else they would've started rutting again.

"So Clyde, anything you wanna warn me about before we eat?" asked Tony.

Clint exhaled hard. He almost forgot what was about to happen.

"Expect an older version of me but more surly."

"Older version of you, eh? Wow. Hope Barney doesn't try to fuck me too."

"Dammit Tony, I may have just lost my appetite now."

The two teens then broke down in loud laughter before they washed their hands and headed back to the dining room.

xxxx

Dinner went by much better than Clint expected. Yeah Barney wasn't hiding the fact that he was uncomfortable with the fact that Clint had a boyfriend, but overall nothing terrible happened. Tony did his thing where he rolled with the punches, holding as casual a conversation with Barney as he could. There were some uncomfortable questions asked about their sex life, but it was nothing Clint couldn't handle. Plus it helped that the pot roast and mixed vegetables Barney cooked was absolutely delicious. Clint made sure to savor every bite. The last time Barney cooked dinner was Christmas. It would probably be a while before this happened again. Whether or not Barney warmed up to Tony was unknown, but for now Clint was happy that he tolerated him. Barely, but still. After the three of them finished their plates, Barney stood up from the table and checked his watch.

"Alright well it's just about time for me to retire. Clint, take care of the dishes and take your ass to bed at a decent time. Tony, you go home. You're not allowed to sleep over tonight."

Clint nodded, images of him strangling Barney racing in his head.

Goddamn you!

Tony shrugged, taking out his phone.

"That's cool. I'll message Happy and tell him to come get me."

"Yeah whatever," said Barney who then pointed at Clint.

"I mean it, C. Get your ass in bed at a good time. You're a pain to wake up when you don't sleep 'til three in the morning."

Clint rolled his eyes. He wasn't that bad. Come on.

"Yeah yeah I heard you."

"Thanks for letting me stay for dinner. It was really good." said Tony.

Barney gave a grunt of acknowledgment then turned around and left. Tony sent a text message to Happy and grinned sideways at Clint.

"Hey Clyde, I think he might like me now."

Clint scoffed.

"'Like' is a strong word. Now C'mere."

Clint grabbed Tony by the wrist and pulled him in close, their bodies flushing with heat.

"I need another taste of pineapple before you go."

Tony let out an amused chuckle, wiggling his eyebrows.

"Clint Barton, do you have a pineapple fetish?"

Clint wrapped his arm around his neck, bringing him even closer.

"I have had this fantasy about eating pineapple slices and whipped cream off of your naked body."

Tony's breath grew hitched, making Clint stare at him with his lids half closed and his pupils dilate.

"Crap baskets. Are you trying to make me cum in my pants again?"

"Maybe. Now gimme that damn taste again." Clint demanded, smashing their mouths together in a wild, hot kiss.

Their earlier makeout and recent dinner had almost wiped away all of Tony's pineapple chapstick, but there was just enough of the taste left to drive Clint crazy. Clint's vision grew hazy and his hips were moving like they had a mind of their own. Next thing he knew, he had Tony pressed against the wall with the millionaire's left leg wrapped around his waist. They moved their heads left and right, eliciting louder moans with each second they kept making out. Clint's raging boner made a comeback, stabbing itself into Tony's stomach. The horny blond was in paradise until Tony grabbed his shoulders and pushed him back, gasping for air and fluttering his eyes.

"I'm not going off to war, Clint. Calm down."

Clint pursed his lips tight, resisting the urge to ball up his fists.

"Tony, what the fuck?" he blurted out.

Tony gulped and looked down.

"Sorry. Just...sorry." he said quietly.

Clint scoffed, rubbing at his mouth and shaking his head. That was enough for one day.

"You know what,...Goodnight, Tony."

Tony's eyes hardened at Clint as he crossed his arms.

"What, no goodnight tongue fuck?" he asked sourly.

Clint placed his hands on the wall on either side of Tony, leaning in close with a growl rumbling in his throat.

"Like you don't want me to do that to you right now? Have you forgotten already, Tony? You have magic hands, but I have a magic tongue."

Clint leaned further forward, gently tracing the outside of Tony's mouth with his tongue. Resistance was futile. Tony still looked mad but he met him half way and softly sucked Clint's tongue into his mouth. They kissed again for half a minute before Tony broke it off again, looking less irritated but still not happy.

"Clint,..goodnight."

Clint nodded. Clearly they weren't headed to Naughty Land tonight. Why? He had no fucking idea.

"Night, T. I'll see you in the morning."

Tony's award winning smile came back, and Clint felt just a little bit better at the sight of it.

"Bright and early, my hawk."

Tony then inched his fingers into Clint's hair, his thumb pressing on a particularly sensitive spot that made the blond just submit to his boyfriend's touch.

"By the way, don't be too upset with me. I've been seriously tempted to have a little whatwhat heyhey with you the entire time I've been here but...I don't know. I'm not really in my right mind tonight for some reason."

Clint's hand slid over Tony's hips, mere inches away from his groin.

"We're five by five, T, but you'd better go now. You're really not making it any easier to resist fucking you the more I touch you."

Tony nodded, chuckling as he gently pushed Clint's arm away and made his way out the front door. Clint licked his lips then too, staring at the way Tony's hips had a certain swish when he moved.

Hate to see you go but I love to watch you leave. Ya pineapple loving bastard.

xxxxx

A few hours later,...

Clint lay on his back on his bed, staring up at the ceiling. He'd been planning on doing what Barney said. Really he did. Dinner had gotten him full and satisfied and he was ready to call it a night after a few more episodes of Angel. He stripped down to his boxers, got into bed and closed his eyes. Only his mind didn't want him to go to bed for some reason. Clint wanted to sleep. He wanted to get up early and do his morning handstands before going to school and dealing with whatever, but he was just too awake. Clint scratched his chin, pondering on what to do. He thought about watching more TV, but he wasn't in the mood. He wasn't hungry so he didn't feel like getting a late night snack. He was pretty sure all of his friends were asleep so no luck texting them. He wasn't really into being online so no to the internet. Clint sighed, deciding just to get dressed in his purple bandana, a white wife beater and some black shorts and head out into the night to do...whatever.

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Wanda rolled over in her bed, setting down the flashlight she was using to read her textbook and frown at Pietro. Her twin was lacing up a pair of Nikes and slipping on a blue and silver t-shirt.

"Really, brother?"

Pietro ignored her, slapping on some deodorant.

"Must you do this again?" she asked.

Pietro looked at her questioningly.

"What? It's just a night run. Haven't been on one of these in a while."

Wanda sat up in her bed, placing her hair in a ponytail.

"I know, but you know how I feel about you going out at night."

"Oh Wanda Wanda Wanda. When will you forget that we are not in Sokovia anymore?"

Wanda threw one if her spare scrunchies at his shoulder.

"You may be twelve minutes older than me but you clearly aren't smarter. Plenty of crime happens in America. Especially at night."

Pietro rolled his eyes, going back to ignoring her concern.

"Yeah, uh huh. But that's a different thing. Where are my earphones?"

Defeated, Wanda went back to reading her book.

"Next to the basket full of your funky underwear."

"Thank you, sis."

"Bite me."

Wanda was then surprised with a tender kiss to the forehead from Pietro, who was smiling at her.

"I love you too, Little Witch."

Wanda groaned at the stupid childhood nickname but smiled none the less.

"Just be safe, Little Silver. If you die I'm gonna be the one stuck making dinner with Grandmother. You know I'm not good in the kitchen."

Pietro laughed which made Wanda's heart swell. Her platinum haired twin didn't tend to laugh as much as he should.

"Excuse me? Oh that is cold, sister. I'll be back soon. Have water and something sweet ready for me when I get back."

The male Maximoff quickly exited the bedroom before Wanda could say "no" and quietly left the apartment. Their grandmother wasn't a fan of his light night runs either, so he had to be extra careful not to make any noise when he snuck out. She was fast asleep but still she had the ears of a hound dog.

xxxx

Pietro's legs were feeling the fire just like he wanted. Heavy metal music rang through his earphones, pumping him up. Though he would never join the stupid team anyway, Pietro was a damn good runner and the Marvel High track team would be lucky to have him. But he didn't want that. Because joining teams is stupid and a waste of time...yeah. The clear nighttime air and strong breeze felt heavenly. Pietro smiled as he jogged into Marvel Park. He chose a really good night to run. Wanda was right to warn him about night time danger, but Pietro couldn't resist. He loved the way the park looked at night. The hills. The lit pathway. The large pond next to a cookout area. Everything looked so much better at night to Pietro. Deciding to take a breather, Pietro sat down at one of the tables near a lamp post by the pond. He took out his earphones, sitting down on top of the tables and catching his breath. Pietro looked down at his reflection on his phone screen, almost wanting to laugh. His hair almost looked like it glowed in the moonlight. He pushed back some strands hanging in front of his eyes, rolling his ankle joints around and wiping some sweat off his brow. This felt good. This felt nice.

"Hey." came a voice out of nowhere.

Pietro jumped, his heart pounding like a hammer in his chest as he snapped his head to the right.

Who the hell is that?!

Pietro's eyes then widened when he saw the familiar face walking towards the table he was sitting at. His heartbeat only increasing as he got a closer look in the light of the full moon.

Clint fucking Barton. No. Fucking. Way.

Yes way. Pietro's hard crush since freshman year was walking up to him and acknowledging him. In a sexy bandana no less. Dammit, why did he have to be so handsome? Pietro never got flustered over anyone. Clint was hardly his first crush, but something about him was special. As corny as that sounded. Pietro played it cool, careful not to smile as he got more comfortable on the table. Clint smiled when he finally came close.

"I thought that was you. Pietro, right?"

He remembered my name? Wow! Keep it together, Pietro.

"Excuse me?" he asked with his voice higher than usual.

God dammit!

"Pietro. Pietro Maximoff. We uh, kinda met at Groot's earlier today." said Clint.

Pietro nodded, praying to god that his blush was hidden in the night.

"Yup."

Clint sat down next to him, which made Pietro blush even deeper. What the hell was happening right now?

"So, I'm pretty sure I can guess why you're up right now." said Clint.

Pietro finally got the nerve to look directly at him and smirk a little.

"Is that so?"

"Yeah. Sugar."

Pietro hung his head and giggled. He really wasn't good at hiding his weakness.

"That obvious, huh?"

Clint shrugged and clasped his fingers together.

"I'm good at observing things. Plus it wasn't that hard to figure out. Just how many cookies did you eat?"

There was no hiding Pietro's blush anymore. His whole face and neck turned pink, and his bright colored hair was doing a good job of keeping his facial expressions discreet. What could he say? That he ate twenty four cookies and a whole mini pie?

"I um...I'd rather not say." he replied with a nervous chuckle.

Clint shook his head and laughed.

"Hey I'm not here to judge you. My name is Clint by the way."

"Yeah. I know. Unlike me you're not invisible at Marvel High."

Clicked licked his lips and shrugged again.

"Not really something I wanted to be honest. Let's keep it one-hundred, I preferred it when I was a freshman. Nobody really talked about me or expected anything from me."

Pietro smiled, happy that talking with Clint was a lot more natural than he expected. And before he knew it, words were just flowing out of his mouth.

"Don't you just love that? People expect teenagers to just crave attention, but honestly I can't fucking stand it."

Clint laughed, nudging Pietro in the side.

"Boy do I know what you mean. I don't know what about me screams 'get in my business' to every Tom Dick and Harry who wants to gossip, but I hate it. I hate it a lot. I have a decent sized group of friends but overall, I fucking hate people."

"Tell me about it. Though I don't have a group of friends."

Then Pietro hung his head, letting thick strands of hair shade his saddening eyes.

"Aw hell, I don't have any friends. It's just me and my twin sister."

"Mmm. That's not so bad. At least you have somebody, ya know? Plus, isn't Loki your new pal?" asked Clint.

Pietro put his hands on his knees and took a deep breath.

"I remember your warning about him from earlier. Wanda seems to like him but I'm still undecided. About that, can I ask you a question?"

Clint shrugged.

"Don't see why not. Fire away."

"You're friends with Thor, right?"

"Yup."

"Well, can you tell me why Loki seems to have some kind of agenda against him and you?"

Clint blew a raspberry and scratched behind his ear.

"I'm clueless on what he's got for me but as far as I know, Thor and Loki have some seriously unresolved brotherly issues. I would know."

"You do? Who's your brother?"

Clint snorted.

"Barney. My legal guardian. He's twenty-nine. I've been living with him since our parents died when I was young."

Pietro's shy smile all but disappeared after he said that. Holy shit this was getting weird fast.

"Small world." he said quietly.

Clint's mesmerizing blue-gray eyes stared at him sympathetically. Pietro wanted to reject the sympathy from his crush, but it was from a fellow orphan. He could accept it this once. You know, just this once.

"Yeah. Wanda and I lost our parents young, too."

Clint smiled a sad smile at him.

"Fucking sucks, doesn't it?"

A small but loud laugh bubbled out of Pietro. This night just kept getting better.

"You sure you aren't the third Maximoff?" he asked.

Clint laughed back, patting him on the shoulder which made Pietro's heart skip a beat.

Holy shit! He touched me! Clint Barton just touched me!

"Nah. I'm like a year or two older than you and I've never been to Sokovia." said Clint.

Pietro sighed, leaning back on his elbows. His home country was a whole different conversation for another day.

"Consider yourself lucky. So, how is it living with your older brother? Wanda and I stay with our grandmother."

Clint scratched under his bandana.

"Can't say I love it. Can't say I hate it. Barney has expressed very clearly how he hates being my parent more than my brother. He goes out a lot. I've caught him fucking escorts on our living room couch. Sometimes he comes home drunk. He's a big critic when it comes to the people I spend my time with."

Pietro scoffed.

"Sounds like a cakewalk."

"Meh. Like I said, I can't hate living with him. He's my brother. We love each other. He cares about me. He takes care of me. Mostly. He's not perfect but I swallow the sword and get through my days just fine. Really it's just his bluntness that takes a long time to get used to."

Swallowing some of his shyness, Pietro braved up and scooted just a little closer to Clint.

"Just uh, just how blunt is Barney?" he asked.

Pietro's crush showed a wide toothy smile that almost made him turn completely pink again. His eyes. His stylish spiky hair. His tone sculpted arms. His "I don't give a fuck" demeanor. Clint Barton was hot through and through.

"How blunt is he? Lemme put it like this when I was little and I asked him where do babies come from, Barney told me 'Oh that's easy. They come from fucking.'"

Pietro doubled over on his knees, snorting and hooting with laughter. Pure, no holds bar laughter complete with snorting and wheezing and rib cramps. Clint sat there, staring amused at him while Pietro continued to heehee hah. He then pushed the curtain of hair from in front of his eyes, letting Clint see his entire goofy face when his breathing finally calmed down. It was weird. Pietro hadn't laughed that hard in a long time, and he didn't feel all that embarrassed doing it in front of his crush. He noticed how Clint continued staring at him, his hawk like eyes searching over him with a small grin on his face.

"Wha-what is it?" Pietro asked uncertainly.

"Nothing it's just...you should push your hair back more often. You...you look good."

For a few seconds, Pietro forgot how to breathe but his heart sped up like a lightrail train. The male Maximoff hardened his eyes at Clint.

"Excuse me?" he asked.

"You look good, Pietro." Clint repeated.

"Your hair hides your face but you shouldn't let it. You're a good looking guy and you...you have really nice eyes."

Pietro searched his brain for something to say, but then he looked directly into those steely blues and he was stuck. They were surprisingly close to each other. So close in fact that Pietro could smell cinnamon and cranberry coming from Clint's body.

Nice smell. Very nice smell.

But this was weird. Too weird. Why was Clint complimenting him? Why was Clint staring at him that way? Why was he staring back that way? As much as Pietro appreciated the attention from the guy he'd been crushing on for two years, there was no way he was going to let whatever this was keep going. Clint Barton unfortunately was taken. By Tony fucking Stark of all people.

Because the universe fucking hates me.

Pietro shook his head, fighting the big part of him that wanted to continue staring at him. He purposefully shook some hair in front of his eyes and sat up.

"Oooookay. Okay, Trouble. I'm gonna go now."

Clint blinked in confusion, and dammit if he didn't look extra cute like that.

No, dammit! I've gotta go!

"You sure? Why don't you go ahead and walk with me?" asked Clint.

"Nonononono. I've gotta go right now." Clint rushed out, gathering his earphones and hopping down off the table.

"Did I do something?" Clint asked bewildered.

"I can't like you, okay?!" Pietro lashed out, and then Clint was staring at him with a blank face.

Pietro felt guilty for shouting, but he didn't like whereever that was leading. No matter how much he liked Clint.

"Just...just keep your distance from me, Clint."

Not waiting for a reaction, Pietro shoved in his earphones and took off out of the park.

Attaboy, Pietro Maximoff. Push him away like you do everybody. It's better this way. Swallow your jealousy. Your eyes are green because you eat a lot of vegetables.

Xxxxxx

Pietro stormed into the apartment, skipping past his room and going straight to the bathroom. Closing the door behind him, Pietro quickly stripped out of his clothes and hopped in the shower. He was hot, sweaty, confused, frustrated, admittedly a little riled up. Just thinking about Clint and how personal they got made Pietro think some very impure thoughts. He may not be able to have Clint Barton in reality, but there was nothing wrong with fantasizing. He did it regularly anyway. Stepping under the lukewarm spraying water, Pietro leaned against the wall and slid his hand down his abs. He moaned loudly, imagining Clint naked in the shower with him. Those strong archer arms holding him from behind and stroking his wet skin. Pietro got rock hard in a second and started jerking off right away. He imagined how succulent Clint's lips were and what it would be like kissing him. How hot it would be if their tongues got acquainted with each other. Wrapping his fingers in Clint's hair as the older blond got on his knees and took Pietro's cock in his mouth. Oh god, how hot and wet that mouth would feel on his dick, sucking more and more of him down his throat with every head bob. Pietro moaned louder, reaching behind himself and sticking a finger in his ass. He imagined it was Clint's finger as he sucked him off good. Pietro added a second digit, shoving them further inside himself until he stroke his sweet spot.

"Oh yeah. Oh Clint. Don't stop. Don't stop." he breathed out.

Imaginary Clint looked into Pietro's lust heavy silvery eyes as he came close to cumming. Imaginary Clint then chuckled while his mouth was still full of cock. Pietro gasped as his orgasm came rushing full speed ahead. Imaginary Clint curled his fingers inside of Pietro and it was all said and done. Pietro groanded and hissed as his fingers stroke his prostate one more time before he came. He spurted hard, going

"Ahhhhhhhhh"

as he stretched on his tippy toes and shot thick wet semen all over his hand.

"Fuckin' hell." he said to no one.

Whoever invented masturbation, THANK YOU!

Pietro then continued on with his shower, washing off all the sweat and yuck that built on his body whenever he went running. Eleven minutes later, he was fresh and clean and ready for bed. He dried off, slipped into a t-shirt and briefs and went back to his room. Wanda was still up, reading a book in her bed of course. She looked up when she saw him, relieved that he was home and in one piece.

"Glad to see nobody shanked you in the middle of the night, brother." she quipped.

Pietro tied his hair into a ponytail and slid into his own bed.

"You watch too much TV, Wanda. Besides, whoever tries to shank me would have to catch me first." he quipped back.

Wanda chuckled, turning her eyes back towards her book.

"You are a fast one, Little Silver."

"Psh. More like Quicksilver if you ask me."

"Ha! You're nuts."

"Yes I am."

Pietro then shut off the lamp and cocooned himself in his quilt.

"Goodnight, Wanda."

"Goodnight...Quicksilver."

A/N: Hmmmm. Clony forever or do we have a problem? Stay tuned. PS, lots more Loki coming up.