"So what I am going to look for first is anything that will determine whether or not you are an omega." Bruce looked at me.
"Such as?" I wanted to know.
"The most obvious way to tell would be hormones. I'm also running a test to determine if you can get pregnant by males or females." Bruce replied.
"I have one question." I put my hand to my head.
"Fire away." Bruce zoomed in.
"You said that there were only two genders. Is that true?" I wanted to know.
"Not anymore." Bruce replied.
"What do you mean?" I was confused.
"You're the very first male omega." Bruce smiled.
The results of the hormone test then came in.
"Now for the second load." Bruce announced.
"And?" I wanted to know.
"Both males and females can get you pregnant. Now for the most important one." Bruce was getting excited.
I wasn't, though, but that was due to the fact that I was hungover. The test took a minute to process, but it was the longest minute of my life. After that, it took a further 3 minutes for Bruce to figure it out.
"Are you ready to find out?" Bruce looked up at me after figuring out the result.
"As ready as can possibly be." I replied.
"All I can on that note is congratulations." Bruce smiled.
"What?" I was confused.
"You're the first male omega, and you are a pregnant male omega." Bruce smiled.
"I'm pregnant?" I was surprised.
"You are." Bruce smiled.
My head was pounding due to being hungover, so I couldn't smile. To make matters worse...
"How have things gone?" Fury asked me over the phone.
"What do you mean?" I didn't know what he was on about.
"The tests that Bruce gave you?" Fury then asked.
"Oh, yeah, those... well... um..." I started.
"What was the result of the tests?" Fury wanted to know.
"First, I'm an omega, and second, I'm pregnant." I replied.
"Pregnant?" Fury was confused.
"Yes, man, pregnant, and an omega." I replied."
"Well then get your pregnant omega ass to the press conference, and let Bruce know, for all the Avengers need to be there." Fury ordered.
I told Bruce, and he got the others ready. Of course, I hated the fuck out of having to go to press conferences, but they were the price that had to be paid for becoming a superhero. Not to mention the fact that the blinding light would make my hangover even worse.
"So how are the Avengers after defeating Trickshot?" A reporter asked us.
"You know how it is, as when we're not avenging, we have our own lives." Tony replied on behalf of all of us. "But you will be pleased to know that as of tomorrow, we are going to be teaching youngsters how to spot a criminal from a law abiding citizen. You will also be pleased to know that the president has signed a bill making it illegal for murderers and rapists etc to be treated like humans."
"That's a relief." I mouthed.
"It will be a bill welcomed by millions but despised by the criminals themselves." A journalist then said. "How did Trickshot go down?"
"Kicking and screaming." I replied. "You see, he was my brother, but he betrayed me, and I was the one who led the attack on him. I have my sight back after being blinded by him in a previous attack, but I succeeded this time, and now he's paying for his crime in the underworld, where he belongs."
"He was your brother?" The journalist was surprised.
"My older brother." I replied. "Or was, before he betrayed me."
"Are you okay?" The reporter noted.
"Some of us had a bit too much to drink last night." I meant myself. "And some of us have a hangover on this fine rainy morning."
"We will also mention that Hawkeye is going to be training youngsters in archery." Tony then added.
"Is this true?" The journalist then asked me.
"If Tony says so, then it must be true. However, I had no idea about any of this." I replied.
Pretty fucking obvious. After the press conference, Hulk, Natasha, Tony, Steve, and myself, headed back to Tony's house. It was big, and Jarvis was there, as always. Fury didn't come with us, as he had some business to tend to with the X-Men and the Guardians.
"So how was the press conference?" Jarvis asked us.
"B-O-R-I-N-G." Tony replied. "With a capital F-U-C-K-I-N-G."
"I'm sorry, but I do not understand." Jarvis was confused.
"What Tony is trying to say is that it was like every other press conference that we have had." I replied.
"You finally got back in one piece." Jarvis joked.
"More than one piece, to be precise, as Brucey here diagnosed me as a pregnant omega." I looked at Bruce.
"What?" Tony was surprised.
"It's true, as Clint here is an omega and pregnant." Bruce stood up. "I tested him this morning, after he left Tanya's house with a hangover and pregnancy symptoms, though it was Fury's suggestion."
"I thought it was just us females that could get pregnant." Natasha didn't know what else to say.
"I thought so too, but Clint's DNA has omega written all over it." Bruce started.
"Doesn't mean I have female bits, though, as I am all male, but I happen to be pregnant." I finished. "And due to my DNA, I was able to get pregnant after last night's drunken sex session with a female whose name has now totally escaped me and who I will probably never see again."
"Her name was Tanya." Bruce reminded me.
"We were there when she made the advance on you, so we remember, but then again, we weren't as drunk as you were." Tony joked.
"You were far drunker than me... and yet I am the one with a hangover." I wasn't offended.
"Actually, I had the most to drink." Bruce replied. "You know why?"
"Why?" I wanted to know.
"I ended up kissing my door." Bruce started to laugh. "That was after dropping Bruce off here."
I tried my best to not laugh, though I was unsuccessful.
"How could you end up kissing your door?" I asked Bruce whilst laughing.
"I have no idea, but I must have thought that my door was my girlfriend. No, I don't have a girlfriend." Bruce looked at me.
"I am sorry to interrupt, but you have got a gala tonight, and you are all to go." Jarvis interrupted.
"Tell them that if it's one in support of the rich, they can shove it." Steve replied.
"I'm afraid to say, but it is. They expect you all to attend. It's to celebrate them demolishing a shelter for the homeless." Jarvis added.
"Tell them to shove their greedy galas up their asses, as we are not going to go." I rolled my eyes. "And if they say otherwise, tell them that I'm ready to give them an arrow for breakfast."
"But they are not going to take no for an answer." Jarvis persisted.
"Our answer is no and that is final, as they are fucking with society and we want to prevent that." I replied. "And I will do what I said I would do, as they are the reason why crimes are happening, as they go around saying that they are doing good by taking services, yet they are the criminals because the vulnerable ones are those who are having the services taken from them, and when they have the services taken from them, they have to resort to crime."
"They will not back down." Jarvis persisted.
"Alright then, we'll go... but we won't be empty handed and I will be bring Hulk with me." Brruce vowed.
"They expect praise." Jarvis persisted.
"They won't get any from us." Tony vowed.
That night, we headed to the gala. I put my bow and quiver in a drum bag, which I took along to the gala.
"Thankyou for arriving." Fred Harrows (the gala organiser and host) shook my hand.
"It's a pleasure to come." I hid the bag.
"We are celebrating a great deed tonight." Fred said to me.
"Great deed as in denying the poor the services that they need?" I jokingly hinted.
"They need them, but they don't deserve them." Fred replied. "They con us out of our money, and we have to punish them by taking their services away."
"Do you have to punish the innocent and praise the guilty?" I wanted to know.
"The poor are guilty of being born." Fred put his hand on my chest.
It was then that I noticed that the governor was there. His name, was Dick Harrod.
"What the fuck is he doing here?" I was confused.
"My policy was not for those who kill the poor." Dick sneered. "Everyone who is poor is guilty of murder, as for one poor person born, one rich person has to go without champaigne."
"Do you really call that murder? Well I call it absolute stupidity." I seethed.
"I call it a step forward in civilisation." Dick laughed.
Immediately, I drew my bow and arrow.
"I am Hawkeye of the Avengers. If you don't change the policy, this will be the last thing you see." I pointed the arrow at Dick.
"You think I will fall for this?" Dick laughed.
"The poor protest against your cuts, and will go homeless, hungry, and cold. Do you want that?" I drew the arrow.
"Their existence is a crime." Dick laughed. "This gala is to celebrate the poor dying at our hands."
I flexed my muscles, and took aim.
"You know that what you are doing is wrong, yet you choose to believe the opposite. You were born with a silver spoon in your mouth, yet you willingly deny services to those who weren't." I took aim. "Your friends kill the poor, and they get a pat on the back, whereas a poor person who kills one of your friends would get a jail sentence."
"None of us know what you are on about." Fred lied.
"You know full well what I'm on about. Now, this gala ends, with all proceeds going to the poor, or else my friends and I will take you down." I vowed.
"The poor will get no money from us." Dick laughed.
"You just decided to say goodbye." I released the arrow.
And it went straight through Dick's chest. I then went on to kill Fred, and every rich man who was there. Hulk smashed the place to pieces, and Black Widow, Captain America, and Iron Man, all took the money that the gala-goers had put into a safe. As we left the building, I noticed that Fred was still alive.
"Where do you think you're going?" Fred weakly sneered.
I had one arrow left, and put it to good use. I did not want to leave any trace of the place behind.
"Sorry kiddo for putting you through this." I put my hand on my stomach. "But this is what life will be like for us."
"You already talking to your child?" Bruce noticed.
"You could say that, though it will take a bit of time to get used to pregnancy and being an omega." I replied. "And it's good that these guys aren't going to find out, but we just left this place without a governor."
"No we didn't." Natasha smiled.
"What?" I was confused.
"Fury is the new governor." Steven put a hand on my back. "He's been drafted in, and will serve this place well."