See disclaimer in Chap 1 :)

Author Note: This chap covers the episodes 'Who Do You Trust?' and 'The Ballad of Beta-Ray Bill.' I'm so sorry for the late update! Life has become insanely hectic lately. There is a lot of emotion in this one and fighting feelings is coming up. There is a bit of cheesy-ness in there but I am putting it down to Valentines Day fever, ha ha. Enjoy and please review! :)x

Name: Clint Barton
Codename: Hawkeye

12:46 pm

I lay awake in bed, listening to the thunder, lightning and rain outside. I loved thunderstorms – ever since my days in the circus. Mind you, when you lived in a tent or caravan it was a bit more exciting. I was alone in my bed – Jan had gone back to her newly renovated rooms tonight as the Captain was going to call early to train with her. I grinned in the darkness – maybe I would swing by and watch. Just to see if it made Jan nervous.

I'd noticed that around her lately – whenever we were with the other Avengers she got really nervous. Jan would knock things over, stumble over her words and once her eyes had even flickered to exit about three times in one sentence. I didn't know what to make of it. When it was just me and her, she was fine. Actually she was more than fine.

If you catch my drift.

Yes, I know I'm kind of perverted, let's move on.

I wanted to know if Jan got nervous when she was in battle – or training, in this instance. Super villains had been pretty quiet since the Guardians of the Galaxy left. We hadn't taken any one out due to Tony planning our next move against the Serpent Society.

Which I thought was pretty stupid.

The thunder clapped loudly and the lightning flashed. Suddenly my door flew open, even more light flooding my room. I sat up and door shut. I heard a familiar buzzing before Jan appeared, normal sized, beside my bed. Her eyes were wide with fear.

"You're scared of storms?" I asked, trying not to sound incredulous. She nodded. I pulled back the covers and she climbed in, immediately cuddling close to me. I wrapped my arms around her, enjoying the warmth from her slim form. Slowly her breathing calmed and I knew Jan was asleep. I leaned down awkwardly to kiss her forehead.

"Night, Waspy." I said before letting myself drift off into sleep.

Name: Janet Van Dyne
Codename: Wasp

8:37 pm

"You're right. It was you. He said you were the Scroll, Clint." Clint, a shape-shifting alien? What? That's not possible. If he was that would mean I'd…

You know what? Let's just stick with it's impossible.

Clint turned, looking at me, Carol and Steve with half-wild eyes.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Wasp was right, this is crazy. I've saved this team more times than I can count – I've helped save the world. I'm not some alien." Clint said, backing away from us. He then turned to Tony, advancing. I knew he was on dangerous ground with Iron Man now.

But I also knew that this was probably causing Clint to relive the moments when Widow had betrayed him. Except this time, it was more than one person. It was his entire team – everyone he had now was betraying him, in his eyes.

"Hawkeye, Clint. I need you to come with me." Said Carol and I knew she was getting into S.W.O.R.D. agent mode.

Really, Carol, now? This wouldn't help Hawkeye. Or his opinion of you.

"What are you talking about?" Clint said. I wanted to tell Carol to shut up but I knew even more would unravel if I did. So I held my tongue (not literally, that would be stupid) and waited, praying that neither Hawkeye nor Carol did something stupid.

"I may be an Avenger now but I'm also an agent of S.W.O.R.D. This is what we do. If Nick Fury thinks you're one of these Scrolls, I need to bring you in for interrogation. Those are the rules," Carol gripped Hawkeye's upper arm. He flinched away, instantly defensive. Yep, now you've done it, Carol. Hawkeye is going to lose his shit.

"Don't touch me." He spat, his eyes hardening. Carol slid into a defensive position, the Kree energy her body was infused with circling her fists. I wanted to face-palm.

"Don't make me do this the hard way Hawkeye. There are rules and without them-" Hawkeye knocked an arrow and pointed it at her face.

"You can stuff your rules, Major. I'm not going anywhere with you." I quickly shrunk and flew over, thinking I should intervene before someone gets hurt.

"Carol, stop this. Hawkeye's one of us." Wait, I was on Hawkeye's side in this fight? I saw Tony raise his hand, the small reactor glowing on his palm.

"So much for 'Avengers Assemble.'" Murmured Hawkeye and a slight amount of pain his voice was evident.

No one was going to listen – I could feel it. We were going to fall apart. The Avengers was done.

Name: Clint Barton
Codename: Hawkeye

11:29 pm

I knocked softly on Jan's door, my heart pounding. She opened it, wearing some tracksuit pants and loose jumper. She took one look at my face before grabbing my forearm and pulling me inside. Jan shut the door quickly. We stared at each other for a moment and I took a step forward, my hands reaching out to her. Jan pulled me in close to her, our bodies melding together. My head rested on her shoulder and my breathing shuddered. I pulled back to look at her.

"You know I'm not. You know I'm me. I am, Jan, I promise. I'm me." My voice was slightly hysterical and I looked deep in her eyes.

"Shh, shh." Jan said, holding me again. "I know, Clint. I know."

"Thank you, thank you." I kissed up her neck, across her cheek to her lips. I kissed her passionately, one of my hands in her hair, the other pressing on the small of her back. Her arms wrapped around my neck and she stood on tiptoe. My hands moved to her arse, squeezing it tightly.

Best thing about sleeping with agents or heroes – their bodies are amazing. I'm materialistic too. Deal with it.

She pressed her pelvis forward and I knew she would feel my cock straining about my suit. She smiled against my lips and began to walk backward to her bed. I stopped kissing her so I could make sure we didn't fall. Her lips immediately began kissing my neck and I pressed hard against her. We fell back on her bed and I quickly claimed her lips again. She pulled away and I looked down at her with concern.

"I could see it in your eyes." She murmured and my look changed to confusion. "I could see it – your fear of being betrayed. It was like Widow all over again, wasn't it?" I felt my throat constrict and nodded, fighting my emotions.

'Turn into the soldier, Clint. Turn into the soldier.' I thought, trying to bring the analytical, unfeeling part of myself to the forefront. I looked away from Jan, my eyes burning.

"Clint," said Jan, her hand turning my face back to hers. "I won't ever betray you." I looked deep into her blue eyes, my heart racing.

"I- I know. I won't betray you either." Panic raced through me as I looked at Jan. She had a small smile on her lips.

I had almost said that I loved her.

I didn't love her, did I? She was just Jan. My fuck buddy and in a weird way, my best mate. I couldn't be in love with her. Things hadn't worked out between me and Widow, why should Jan and I be any different? Things wouldn't be. Things would fall apart and I would be lost again.

Jan kissed me again, less heated than before. It was sweet, honest. And I couldn't help it – I kissed her back.

Name: Janet Van Dyne
Codename: Wasp

5:30 pm

I buzzed around the Mansion, pondering Hawkeye's strange behaviour over the last few days. Something was up and he wasn't telling what. It had all started after Tony accused him of being an alien. Hawkeye had come to me, needing reassurance. I had willingly provided – I didn't want Hawkeye to be hurt. And now he was barely speaking to me. We trained together a couple of times and he had held back. We'd had no movie nights, no gaming nights and no sex. We only trained and even then, the sessions were short and Hawkeye hardly fought back. Something was definitely wrong.

"Miss Van Dyne, the telephone for you." Said JARVIS. I stopped and returned to normal size. A phone appeared out of one of the secret cavities in the Mansions walls. It wasn't ringing and I paused before reaching out and picking it up.

"Hello?" I said cautiously.

"Miss Van Dyne?" said an unfamiliar voice.

"Yes, who is this?" I asked. No one ever called me – I lived with the people who would and we communicated through our ID cards.

"This is Jeremy Cox. I'm with the local police. There's been a break in at your pent house apartment. We're still checking over everything but it seems as though nothing was taken. We need to come over so we can clear all the paper work."

"Oh, my god. Yes, okay. I'll be there soon." I said, shocked. How could someone have broken in? My place had the best security – Tony had even upgraded it for me last month. This, to me, smelt of super villain.

"Thank you." I hung up and put the phone down.

"JARVIS, tell Tony that I've got to go my apartment. Surely you were listening to the phone call - explain it to him. I don't know when I'll be back. I'll probably stay the night. Thanks." I busted open the nearest window and flew out, heading down the quickest route.

5:37 pm

I entered my apartment cautiously. There were no police men, no paperwork. I walked further in, my stings encircling my hands. I entered the kitchen and gasped. On the dinner table was a red tablecloth with two places set. Candles littered the room and were the only things providing the light. A single red rose sat in the centre of the table with a bottle of wine and two glasses next to it.

"Ah, Miss Van Dyne. So glad you could make it." Said the same voice that had been on the phone. I spun defensively to see Hawkeye standing there in black suit pants and crisp white shirt. I gasped.

"You- you-" I said, unable to comprehend what was going on.

"I know." He said speaking normally again and I stopped gaping. "There are a couple of outfits on your bed – I didn't know what you would come over in. If you want to go and pick one I'll get dinner on the table." Clint crossed the room, his dress shoes clicking on the floor slightly. My eyes followed him across the room, my feet glued to the floor. "Jan?" Hawkeye said.

"Right, right," I cried, miniaturising and flying from the room. I heard Clint chuckle softly.

5:45 pm

I entered the kitchen/dining room in a tight red dress that Hawkeye had left on my bed. As he looked up, his eyes widened and I felt my heart race. Nerves tingled through me and I bit my bottom lip. Why did I continue to get nervous around him? Clint crossed the room, stopping in front of me. He picked up my hand and kissed the back of it, his eyes never leaving mine.

"Dinner's served." He murmured, sexily. I nodded and led me to the table.

Our evening passed quickly, our friendly and flirty banter carrying the conversation easily. I had Hawkeye shoot wine out of his nose from one of my jokes and I nearly choked on my pasta at one of his. After dinner, he led me to the lounge.

"JARVIS, if you will." He said.

"You had JARVIS installed?" I demanded. He shook his head, looking at me with confusion.

"No, Tony did - when he redid the security." I nodded as some slow music came on. Hawkeye moved my arms so they were on his shoulder and his arms wrapped around my waist. Then he slowly became to dance with me, his eyes not leaving mine. My heart raced and I felt as though I couldn't breathe. No one had ever done anything like this for me. Ever. And I never expected Hawkeye to do something like this.

I'd never pegged him as the romantic type.

We danced for about three songs – the second was my favourite and the third was Hawkeyes. Neither were suited for the type of dancing we were doing but neither of us cared. Hawkeye occasionally kissed me throughout the songs and each of the kisses was tender. When the last song finished, Hawkeye stopped moving and simply looked into my eyes.

"Want to go upstairs?" he said, eyes alight with mischief. I grinned.

"Just give me a minute." I pulled away from the heaven that was his arms and made my way upstairs.

Thank goodness Clint hadn't found this draw. I pulled on the lace chemise I had.

"Agent Barton." I called. Hawkeye made his way upstairs with a confused look on his face. When he saw me at the door his jaw fell open. He practically ran up the stairs and yanked me into his arms, kissing me passionately.

"Oh, Jan…" he said, reverence in his voice. I blushed.

"Clint…" I murmured, not quite sure where I was going with this. He looked at my face, tearing his eyes from my body. "Tonight was amazing." I finally settled on saying. Clint smiled and kissed me.

9:30 am

I lay in bed, listening to Clint making coffee in the kitchen. I thought about what I wanted to say to Clint last night.

I hadn't wanted to say that I love him. But that can't be right. I can't be in love with Clint. He's my best friend. He's my fuck buddy. I can't fall in love with him. I'd fallen in love with Hank and he was my best friend and that didn't work out, did it? I couldn't screw this up with Hawkeye.

I couldn't lose him too.