5 minutes later, Natasha was sitting in one of the chairs used by the technicians. She was fiddling with some of the lights while Clint stood by the door thinking. How do I start a conversation like this?
"So...what were you and Thor talking about?" Natashas voice made Clint physically jump this time, because why bother hiding it around the one person who'd see through him? "Or, better yet, why don't you just start by telling me where you know him from?"
Clints jaw hung open for a few seconds before he let out a sharp laugh. "Oh course you'd figure that out. You are Natasha 'super spy' Romanoff." Natasha glared at him. "What?"
"You sound like Tony." Clint put a hand over his heart and made a choking noise.
"Ouch! I think you've wounded me with that comment." He got her to smirk and even laugh a little. He smiled at her.
"Stop stalling Barton." Natasha said, pointing a disapproving finger at him.
"Fine, fine." Clint took a deep breath and just decided to go with it. "I met Thor a year ago. I'd been at a park in the town over watching a bunch of kids from a gang. Thor had been arguing with one of the boys-"
"His brother, right?" Natasha cut in. Clint nodded slowly.
"Yeah. Loki. After a couple minutes of arguing, Thor lost the argument- or maybe he gave up, I don't know- and walked over to where I was on top of the monkey bars...
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"You shouldn't hang out around this area." The tall blonde said when he approached Clint.
"What were you arguing about with those kids?" Clint asked. He didn't need a lecture, but he did want a couple answers.
"That is neither here nor there." The man responded. Clint cocked his head to the side.
"Sure it is. You were arguing over there, now I'm asking about it here." Clint gave a cocky smile at the big guy.
"Fine. If you must know, I was working to convince my brother to cease his dealings with those...heathens, if you will."
"Heathens?" Clint felt himself get offended on his brothers behalf. "One of those heathens happens to be related to me. In the same way as your heathen, actually."
"My brother is no-Wait. You, too, have a brother in that group?" The mans looked slightly surprised.
"Yeah. Barney Barton. He's 2 years older than me." Clint jabbed his chin in the general direction of his brother. He watched the man turn to look at the skinny, brunette boy.
"Ah. Loki has told me of him. He is one of the newer ones. Also one of the quieter ones." The man closed his eyes and shook his head. "I see we have something in common then. I am Thor Odinson. The one I was arguing with is my brother, Loki."
"Thor and Loki?" Clint said, disbelievingly. "As in...the norse gods of thunder and mischief?"
"My father was a rather large fan of mythology. Particullarly that of the Norse veriety. What is your name?"
"Clint. Clint Barton." Clint didn't offer his hand. He had no desire to touch people he doesn't know. "So...you live around here?"
"Aye. Me and my family just moved here from far away. I live over around the square." Thor pointed in the direction he was talking of.
"Cool." Clint said, looking over his shoulder to the spot. "I live in the downtown area."
"So tell me." Thor spoke after a few moments. Clint turned to look at him again. "Why is your brother in that gang? He hardly seems the fellow to be in a group so roudy as that one."
"We have...family issues. Barney decided he'd rather be like our father." Clint sighed and watched as his brother and Loki and the whole gang walked off. "Stupid ass decision if you ask me."
"I take it you and your father do not fare well together?" It took Clint a moment to process that sentence and understand it.
"No." Clint replied, shaking his head. "No one does. Not even Barney."
"Then why is he acting in the way your father does?"
"Our mom died a while back and Barney took the news bad. He was 12 when he started hanging with those kids. He's 15, going on 16 now."
"I see." And to Clint it looked as though Thor really did understand.
"Hey, do you come around this area often?" Clint asked before his brain caught up with the words. Thor looked at him.
"From time to time. Yes. Why?"
Clint shrugged. "If you ever wanna discuss family issues with someone, I come here everyday after 2:30." Clint jumped off the monkey bars and began to walk home. "See ya 'round, blondie."
Author's Note: I would just like to say thanks for all the reviews. This story is one of the few that's managed to hold my interest for longer than a week and all the reviews are really helping. Although, uploads may slow down because they've been catchin' up to my actual story and I need to think of where to go from here. So, sorry if it slows down a lot.
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