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Rated: T
"Stark, Rogers, why are you standing around like a bunch of chicks?"
The voice cut through the tension like a knife through hot butter and the trio all looked in the direction of said voice, spotting a slightly amused face.
"You don't need to be jealous of my manly stance, Barton," Tony smirked pompously at the dark blond man, "Your insecurity shows by calling us names, you know."
"Right," Barton retorted with a raised brow, "Let me rephrase then: Stark, Rogers, why are you huddled like a bunch of gossipping teenage girls?"
It was then he noticed the actual teenage girl in said gossipping teenage group, "Who's this?" Barton asked, his tone growing guarded because of the stranger, "Stark, I know you like them young, but her...? There is a reason they call them jail bait."
Steve frowned, feeling rather irritated that Barton had mistaken Kagome for another one of Tony's many women, "I can see you're busy, Barton," He said coolly, spotting his teammate's archery equipment, "Don't mind us."
Barton raised his brow higher at Steve's cool tone, "Just giving Stark a warning," He shrugged, "Director Fury will have his ass if he doesn't stop this womanizing."
Both Steve and Tony looked as if they were going to say something, but were interrupted when Kagome stepped forward, her eyes locked on Barton's archery equipment as she spoke.
"Are you my supposed idol, Mister Barton?"