See I told you I would update on Friday. Truth be told I forgot it was Friday, but looky a new chapter. No time for a little story:

There once was a chicken...

It wrote fanfiction. It keeps that said fanfiction in a purple notebook. One day, while out an about in the town, the chicken left the notebook on a table. When the chicken got home it started panicking, ti couldn't find the notebook. It look everywhere for it, but it was nowhere to be found. All the work that the chicken had done was lost. There were still the 7 chapters the chicken had typed up, but the work for chapters 8 and on were gone.

This is a relavent little story since hey guess what, I'm the chicken. So I'm not sure, but I think chapter 8 is going to be a little late, maybe a day or two. I need some time to mourn the loss of my work. Not to mention the school work I had in it too, 3 photography projects, 3 Spanish assignments, and club paper work...

It has been a fan-tucking-fastic day... I mean that with all the fucking sarcasm in my being...

5:23 pm

Tony and Steve walk into the living room. Pepper is sitting, curled up on the sofa reading a book.

"Well, you missed the social worker." Pepper said scornfully. "She went to Clint's floor. I don't know how, but he was able to hide all his weapons. She did ask though, why there are scorch marks on the walls."

"Pepper I am really sorry. Traffic was a bitch. We really wanted to be here." Tony was apologizing in a sincere tone that's alien to him.

"Please don't be mad Pepper, there really was a lot of traffic. And our usual grocery store was out of stock. We had to go to another store." This time Steve was the one apologizing.

"Don't apologize to me, apologize to Clint, he had to cover up for your mistake Tony." Pepper stood up, she put her shoes on, and grabbed her purse. "I'm going home. Go and give Clint a cookie or something, he hasn't moved from that spot for 15 minutes." She pointed to the hologram display on the table.

"Before I go, Tony, we have a meeting with the Italian reps tomorrow. Meeting's at 2:30; try to get him to be on time Steve." With that Pepper headed towards the elevator. "Peter's in his room by the way." were her last words before the elevator doors closed.

"I'll go talk to Barton." Tony said," Go and check on Peter. He's probably asleep."

"Tony, try to be nice. Barton is pretty upset, don't aggravate him." Steve warned.

"I'll be nice; I'll hold his hand and everything." Tony joked as he headed to the other elevator.

"Tony, please take this seriously." was all Steve said before he headed up the stairs to a sleeping Peter.

"Sheesh, I know, I know." Tony boarded the elevator and headed to the top floor.

xxOOxx

Clint is sitting on the balcony, just staring out at the New York traffic. He finds it oddly soothing to watch the stop and go of traffic. Even from up on the top floor he can still make out the shapes of people, walking down the street. Clint begins to wonder what it would be like to be another person walking down the street.

Wait, when did I get all sentimental and shit, Clint thought, mentally slapping himself.

I blame Peter, he's making me domestic. I need to go out more. Maybe I can get Bruce to go out sometime.

The elevator door dinged down the hall and Clint contemplate for a second getting up and hiding. He pushed the idea from his head, remembering he was too lazy and too comfortable to get up.

Tony walked into Clint's room and he walked over to the balcony. He sat down and let his legs dangle off the edge in between the railing. Both men sat in silence, watching the workings of the city in silence. Some 10 minutes pass and both are still watching the cityscape.

"You know, I get why you like to watch everything from a distance. It puts everything into perspective." Tony final broke the silence.

No response.

"Steve says he's sorry. I told him it was a bad idea, but like always, he's a stubborn little prick."

Still nothing.

"It also... may ,or may not ,have been my fault that we took a detour. Really it was the traffic; I really hate traffic. That was the reason why I had the Malibu house built.

"Really? I thought you built it to hold your ego." Clint retorted, finally speaking to Tony.

"That too, but it only hold 1/3 of my ego anyway." was Tony's remark.

"Really, only 1/3? What about the other 2/3?" Clint was curious.

"1/2 is here in the tower, the other… 1/6 is strapped to my armors." Tony had to pause and think while he answered.

"Damn, you really are an egotistical bastard."

"And damn proud of it." Both Tony and Clint were laughing now.

"Am I forgiven, or do I have to buy you an archery range?"

"Well, a shooting range would be a nice bonus."

"You know what, go get attached to another object by an inclined plane, wrapped helically around an axis."

Go what?" Clint had a confused look on his face.

Tony stood up and looked down at Clint," When you figure that out, without Bruce's help, I might buy you that shooting range." He started to walk out of Clint's room when he added," Oh and you might want to tell Steve you're not mad. He'll mope for a week if you don't."

"I'll get on that." Clint stood up and walked inside," Oh and Stark…"

"Yeah?" Tony responded as he turned around.

"You might want to have Dummy or U send my weapons back up." Clint added, like an afterthought.

"Where are they?" Tony was starting to grow concerned.

"In your lab."

"How did you get… no, you know what, I don't wanna know. Whatever you moved or broke fix it, put it back, replace it, don't care. Trust me, if I find out, you're cleaning all the windows in the tower. Inside and outside." Tony walked out without another word.

Scary, gotta give props to Steve for being able to put up with him. Need to remember that Stark could probably make me disappear if he wanted to. Clint threw himself on top of his bed, ready to fall asleep then and there. His phone vibrated and he groaned. Reluctantly he turned so he was on his back, he took his phone out form his front left pocket. He had a message from Natasha:

I have 13 things of yours.

His phone vibrated in his hands. Another message from Natasha:

Make it 14 things. Bored.

That was all Clint needed to jump out of bed and start sprinting down the hall to the floor beneath his. Natasha was bored, and he owed her a favor.

I don't need sleep, it's overrated anyway. Clint thought as he took the stair steps two at a time.

xxOOxx

The Next Day 10:58 am

It was one of those rare mornings that everyone was awake at the same time. It was one of those rear mornings that they all had breakfast together. It was one of those rare mornings where Steve and Clint cooked breakfast together. It was one of those rare mornings that they used the dining room table on the 5th floor that could sit 16 people. It was also one of those rare mornings that Thor and Loki would visit.

It was as sunny as it could be in New York at the start of October. There was a slight cold breeze in the air, with a few stray clouds in the sky. And yet there was the crash of thunder.

Inside Avengers Tower, thunder echoed slightly through the halls and floors. On the 5th floor Steve and Clint stopped cooking, registering what had just happened, and what it meant. Natasha sat at the dining table, flipping through New York Times, the thunder didn't faze her.

Peter started crying across the hall from Tony." Well shit, there goes the quiet breakfast I was hoping for." Tony got up and half ran to Peter's room.

Picking him up from his crib, Tony tried to sooth him" Hey come on Peter, it was only Uncle Thor and maybe Uncle Loki. Shh… it's ok sweetie."
Peter was still crying up a storm and showed no signs of stopping. Tony decided to take Peter to the roof top; maybe seeing Thor will stop his crying.

On the roof Loki and Thor were dressed in their Asgardian armor, capes and chain-mail galore.

"We could have taken a taxi Thor." Loki complained as he walked a bit, straightening out his armor and cape.

"None sense brother, Midgardian transportation is lacking in haste." Thor responded as he began to walk towards the elevator's rooftop entrance.

"Liar, you just prefer to make a spectacle of yourself." Loki quibbed.

"I do not lie brother. The Midgardians have yet to develop an effective form of public transportation. Do you not see how congested the streets are from these taxis they use?"

"Thor you fail to realize that thunder—"Loki started but the elevator door opened, and Tony holding a crying Peter stepped out.

"Would it be too hard for you two to take a freakin' taxi or something? You woke Peter up with that thunder." It's no wonder why Peter calls Tony mama; he can definitely nag like one.

Thor set down Mjölnir and walked to Tony and Peter. Tony handed Peter to Thor, but Peter kept crying.

"Come now young Peter, it is I Thor." He was holding Peter put in front of him.

"He doesn't like it when you hold him like that." Tony said arms crossed.

Thor adjusted how he held Peter. But Peter was still crying. "Young Peter, why do you persist this crying? Are you not pleased to see me?"

Peter stopped crying, but was still whimpering. He looked up at Thor as if he was expecting something. When nothing happened he reached for Thor's hair, grabbed a fist full, and yanked hard.

"Ah! Peter, what is the meaning of this?!" Thor shouted in surprise.

That was all Peter needed to start crying again.

"Nice one Thor; here hand him over." Tony reached out for Peter.

Loki took Peter from Thor instead, and started bouncing him in his arms. "Thor you really are barbaric."

It took a couple of seconds for Peter to realize that Loki was holding him. For some reason, deeming Loki the best of the three, he stopped crying and wrapped his chubby, baby arms around Loki's neck.

"Son of a bitch, you are the favorite uncle. Don't tell Clint, he'll be devastated." Tony had a look of surprise on his face.

"It's called experience Stark, which is something you are apparently lacking." Loki walked into the elevator.

"Yeah well not all of us are mother to an eight-legged horse." Tony joined Loki in the elevator.

Loki glared at Tony, he opened his mouth to say something, but Thor cut in," Come friends, let us join the others for breakfast." Thor stepped in between the two, and Tony pressed the button for the fifth floor.