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Author note: This chap is being told from Hawkeye's point of view - as said the chaps with alternate between the pair. Please review! I love reading them. Enjoy :)x

Name: Clint Barton
Code name: Hawkeye

7:30pm

Things had been awkward since the night before last. Jan avoided me like I was diseased and I knew her brain would be running a mile a minute with more questions than she could ask.

I hadn't wanted it to be like this. I knew she was worried about what would happen between us after we screwed – I blew it off, not thinking she would react like this. Damage control was definitely something I needed to attend to.

I should probably explain though, hey? It might make it a bit easier for you to sympathise. Or empathise. Whatever one it is – I grew up in a circus, okay? Let's move on…

Two days ago, Henry 'Hank' Pym left the Avengers for good. Two days ago, he and Janet Van Dyne fought and she practically destroyed her room here at the Mansion. I went to comfort her and hopefully get distracted from my own troubles.

You see two days ago was the same day I saved Tasha Romanoff 3 years ago. And after all she'd done to me it was the last thing I wanted to think about. I needed a distraction.

Video games were always great.

Shooting arrows worked too.

Or there was sex. Sex was the best distraction I'd ever discovered – and trust me, I'd discovered a few over my time.

The fact that Jan needed a distraction just happened to be a happy accident. So, I'd gone to her destroyed room to comfort her, being a good team mate and all. I just couldn't resist getting her to comfort me at the same time without her even realising it.

There's something else I need to admit – Tasha and I had had a similar relationship when we worked for S.H.I.E.L.D. We mixed work and 'play'. It mightn't have worked out so well in the long run but you only live once and in our line of work your number could be up any day. However, I often didn't 'play' with Tasha – and she didn't 'play' with me. There was a plethora of agents working at S.H.I.E.L.D. desperate for a night with either one of us. Or both.

Ah, good times.

But I no longer worked in the 'playground.' I now worked with Captain America (oldest guy in the world), Iron Man (a.k.a. Tony Stark and sarcasm personified), Black Panther (also known as T'Challa, King of Wakanda and dry humour), The Hulk (the angry side of great scientist Bruce Banner) and Miss Marvel (Agent Carol Danvers of S.W.O.R.D. or as I call her Miss Divided Loyalty). And Wasp a.k.a. Miss Janet Van Dyne.

I was no incredibly low on choices. Since Miss Marvel and I had issues (don't even get me started) I decided to visit Wasp.

Best decision I've made since joining the Avengers. Except now it was kind of biting me on the arse. Jan was freaking out a little (okay, maybe a lot) and if I didn't sort everything out soon my fellow team members would know something was up.

"JARVIS, can you locate Wasp for me, please?" I waited for the AI to respond, praying no one entered the main lounge. Explaining why I was looking for Wasp would definitely have them wondering what was going on.

"She is in her room. I cannot contact her due to her rage yesterday. Would you like me to contact her through her Avengers ID Card?"

"No JARVIS that's fine. Thanks," I silently made my way through the house. When I reached the corridor to all of our rooms I paused. "JARVIS, is anyone in their room right now?"

"No, sir. Iron Man is in the assembly room, Captain America-"

"Yeah, thanks." Sometimes JARVIS was overly helpful. I approached Jan's door and took a deep breath. Please, God, can I not screw this up? Please? I knocked softly at the door, similarly to how I had two days before.

"Who is it?" came Jan's suspicious voice. Apparently she recognised my knock too. I opened the door and peeked my head in.

"It's me. We need to talk," Jan looked up from the manila folder she had on her lap. She was biting her bottom lip and I couldn't help but remember how it felt to have her soft lips on mine.

"Uh, sure. Come-" She was cut off by the sound of our ID Cards ringing. I pulled mine out of my pocket and Jan lifted hers off her bed.

"Avengers to the assembly room. This is something you're gunna want to see." Tony said before the screen went blank. I looked up as Wasp approached me.

"Let's go." She said and I hesitated. Jan sighed. "We can talk after the meeting, okay?" I nodded and followed her through the house.

We all took our seats around the table and Tony began.

"This message was sent about half an hour ago – I only just got it because JARVIS was running checks. It's from Hank." I tensed in my seat and my eyes flickered to Jan. She watched on with an unreadable expression. Tony brought up the message and a hologram of Hank appeared.

"There is a new Ant-Man. I won't go into details but basically I've handed the suit on to someone else. Someone better who is willing to do the things I can't. His name's Scott Lang – he's an electronics expert. Contact him if you want to replace me. I don't plan on creating another suit – I haven't really planned anything. I won't use my Avengers ID Card anymore; if you need me, you know where to find me. With that, I guess there's nothing else to say…" The screen went black and we all looked to Tony.

"That was the message." He looked to Jan. "Do you know why he would've passed the suit on?" Jan's eyes were hard and I knew a whole lot of anger was about to come out. I was half expecting her to blow something up.

"Why are you asking me? Because it's Hank? I don't know him any better than you do these days. The Hank Pym who turned me into Wasp and helped me avenge my father isn't the same Hank Pym who walked out of here two days ago or who left that message. I don't know who Hank is anymore and I haven't for quite some time." Jan stood and walked out, her head high. I knew she would hide her tears until she was alone – Jan hated showing weakness.

The door slammed behind her and the rest of us turned to look at one another. I held in the comments I would've thrown at Tony in Jan's defence.

"I'm not going after her." Said Hulk, crossing his arms over his chest. He glared at Tony.

"How is it my fault?" Tony cried, holding his arms up in surrender. "I was only asking a question, c'mon, you can't blame me for her getting upset!" I sighed and ran a hand through my hair.

"It doesn't matter who made her upset – and since I comforted her last time, I know how to cheer her up. I dread to think what Tony would say." I got up and made my way out of the room, ignoring the stares of the remaining Avengers.

"What?" came Jan's testy voice after I knocked softly. I opened the door and entered. "Hawkeye, I'm not in the mood. I can't be thinking about all-" She'd got up from where she was sitting and walked towards me.

"Jan," I interrupted, walking forward to grip her upper arms (gently of course) and look into her tear-filled eyes. "I'm not here to talk about that. I'm here to comfort you – however you want me to." Jan looked at me for a moment longer before throwing her arms around my neck and practically burying her face in the crook that joined my neck and shoulders. I stood frozen for a second before I wrapped my arms around her waist. We stood like that for a while – Jan wetting my t-shirt with her tears. Finally she pulled away.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to lose control like that. It just all got too much for me." Jan turned and walked away, climbing on her bed.

"Talk to me, Jan. It might make you feel better." I followed her but sat on the opposite side. She wiped away the last of her tears.

"Let's talk about you and me. What did you want to say earlier?" Jan looked at me with wide eyes and I took a deep breath.

God, remember me asking you to not let me stuff up? Best you pay attention now.

"Well… You were avoiding me and I wanted to make sure everything was okay. I don't want to lose you as a friend Jan and any fights that happen between us will become apparent to the others. I wanted to make sure there was no confusion." I said slowly, hoping not offend her in any way – I'd seen what she did to the intercom in her room. As well as the mirror and the chair.

"You've obviously done this before. I never have. I don't know what this relationship bit means. I just don't know." Jan admitted quietly. I leaned in and kissed her innocently on the lips.

"Jan, this can stop at any time, okay? But to explain it in the simplest way possibly… we're friends who have sex but we can still date someone else if we want to. Obviously when one of us becomes romantically involved the friends-sleeping-with-each-other bit is void. And as I said, we can stop at any time and start at any time. We just both have to want to."

I'll admit that was terrible. I expected her to tell me to leave and that I was never seeing her naked again. Or seeing her ever again. Would she expect me to leave the Avengers? Or would she leave? Who else did she have to go to?

"Okay… okay. That sounds reasonable. Do… do you want to?" Jan said slowly, blushing hugely. I too felt warmth on my cheeks.

"Uh, yeah. I mean if Hank's out of the picture." Jan's face hardened.

"He most definitely is." I smiled at her taunt jaw.

"Relax Waspy – you never have to worry about him again, if you don't want to." I crooked a finger under her chin and pulled her face closer to mine.

"Waspy-" she began to protest. I soon stopped her by kissing her, just like I had the two nights before. One of Jan's hands came to rest on my neck. Both of us kneeled and I pulled her close. Our bodies were pressed close and both of my hands slid up the back of her thighs. Soon they gripped her arse tightly and Jan pressed closer again, her hands tangling in my hair.

Looked like tonight was going to be a good night too.

I woke up after Jan the next morning. She lay with her head resting on my shoulder, her fingers lazily trailing over my chest. I shivered and Jan turned her head to grin up at me.

"Morning," she said in a sleepy voice. Jan had pulled the blankets up to cover our naked bodies – although this was a good precaution we were still screwed if someone walked in.

"Hey," I said, raising my hand to rub the sleep out of my eyes. We were silent then, enjoying each other's company. "You're still okay with this, right?" I asked, knowing how quickly Jan could change her mind.

"Yes," she said, with a slight laugh. "Stop checking." Wasp gently nudged my side and I looked down at her with raised eyebrows. She bit her lip to stop from giggling. I then nudged her back and she laughed. I grinned.

"You think that's funny do you?" I asked, my voice a little husky. Jan stopped and looked at me with wide eyes. I moved so that I was straddling her and I pinned her arms above her head. We looked at each other for a moment, a strange tension in the air. I then let go of her arms and became tickling her. Jan shrieked and writhed underneath me, causing our bodies to rub against one another.

"No, Hawkeye, stop!" she cried through her laughter and squeals. My hands stopped their torture of her and I rolled so we were lying next to each other again. I looked at her with a serious expression.

"That's not what you said last night."