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The vase was a vibrant scarlet and gold color and on it was beautifully drawn roses and silver swirls. Tony had went on and on about how much it had cost, and how hard it was to find, and how perfect it was. Honestly, Clint thought it looked tacky and he was in a bad mood this morning ever since he slipped out of the air vents after sleeping there the night before while watching Tony and Bruce work. To think that he actually thought today would be a nice day. He would have to learn not to think such things while living in this house.

"Master Barton, please rethink what you are about to do," said the voice of Jarvis from the ceiling.

Clint ignored him and readied his weapon. Three seconds later the vase lay on the floor, shattered into a million, tiny pieces. Instantly Barton felt better.

"Sir will be most displeased at this, Master Barton."

The archer shrugged his shoulders. "Well then I guess we'll both be unhappy today." With that said, he headed for the kitchen to make himself some breakfast. A few minutes later Bruce arrived out of the elevator and made his way over. He stopped and stared at the pieces of glass that lay on the floor before continuing to his destination.

"You know Tony isn't going to happy about you breaking his vase, Clint," Bruce said with a soft yawn. "He's going to be complaining about it all day."

"He started it when he snuck into my room and stole my notebook!" Clint yelled. He then turned to the scientist with a suspicious look in his eye. "You wouldn't happen to be involved in this, would you Bruce? You're known to have a mischievous side every once in a while."

Bruce was taken aback at the accusation. "M-Me?" Okay, sure he sometimes let Tony talk him into things, and he did have a wicked sense of humor at times, but he didn't have anything to do with this one. But apparently his team-mate didn't believe it to be so because he approaching him slowly with a frying pan in his hand.

"Ok Bruce, just tell me what I want to hear and I promise to leave you out of it when I go after Stark."

Bruce gulped slightly. "W-What you want to hear? O-Ok, um, Loki is locked up in prison in Asgard, and you'll never have to see him again." The breath the scientist didn't know he was holding slipped from his lips when he saw the archer freeze and the fire in his eyes diminish.

"R-Really?" Clint couldn't stop that bubble of hope from leaking into his voice. He smiled a little at the doctor before turning back to stove. He was feeling much, much, better now. "What would you like for breakfast, Bruce?"

"Huh? Oh…um…" the question definitely caught him off guard. "Blueberry waffles, if that's okay with you."

Barton moved around the kitchen to grab the necessary ingredients. "Not a problem."

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Stark had finally made it to the kitchen area, happy that someone was making breakfast. In his hand was a familiar black notebook, and it took all of Clint's discipline not to hop over the counter and tackle the man right then. Instead he approached the man with practiced calm and held out his hand expectantly.

Tony only stared at the hand. "Good morning to you too, Clint. And yes, I did have a good night sleep. How about you?"

Clint wasn't impressed. "Stark, just give me my stuff."

"Aw, are we back to last names again? I was gonna give it back to you, but I think you should let Bruce read through it first. I'm sure he'd find it as fascinating as I did."

That comment threw Clint for loop and he found himself unable to formulate a decent response. "I…wait…what?"

"I'll take that as a yes." With that said, Tony threw the black book in Bruce's direction.

Bruce honestly didn't want to get involved in this heated situation, but was curious about what his archer friend had been writing. He looked to the blond for permission because there was no way he was getting swatted with a frying pan for being nosey like Tony. After a while Clint finally sighed and waved his hand in acceptance. Wise choice, because Stark would just bother him until he relented anyway. Upon opening the book the scientist found nearly every page was filled with different math equations and formulas for speed, velocity, and trajectory for arrows and guns. And some of the other pages had impressive designs for new arrows heads. Bruce was shocked to say the least.

"Wow Clint, I'm impressed. I wished you had shown us sooner. I see why you're such an expert marksman."

"Yeah, and here I thought SHIELD just kept you around for your looks. You got a brain under that blond head of hair!" Tony gently ruffled Clint's hair and smirked at the man's shocked, outraged, and embarrassed expression. There was actually a little tint of red on those cheeks, but that could've been from the anger.

Barton finally regained his composure and slapped Tony's hand away. "Ok I think you guys have seen enough. I would like my notebook now, or no one's getting breakfast!"

"You're making breakfast? I would like a omelet with extra cheese and…whatever Bruce is having."

Banner was sure Clint was about to explode judging by the way his eye twitched, but instead he swallowed down his anger and turned back to kitchen. Clint had yet to take back his book, so Bruce continued reading it, fascinated by the entries titled Plinko, Space, and Thor. Thor's entry was incomplete and the scientist couldn't help but wonder why.

A few minutes later breakfast was served and Bruce was once again impressed by the younger man. He was a real good cook. Tony complained that Barton should cook more often, and both Barton and Bruce reminded Tony not to talk with his mouth full.

"Since I cooked, you guys gotta wash dishes," said Clint as he got up to place his dishes in the sink. He didn't wait around to hear the billionaire genius complain about the decision.

"Stop whining, Tony. It's only fair."

Said man pouted. "Fine, I'll help wash the stupid…hey, what happened to my favorite vase?!"

"Master Barton used it for target practice, Sir," said the voice of Jarvis.

"HE DID WHAT?!" He looked around for the soon-to-be-dead archer, but the sneaky bastard had already made his escape.

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Clint made sure the door to his room was locked before doing a mental countdown from ten in his head. When he got to zero there were several loud thuds on his door and cussing could be heard. He did another mental countdown and soon enough Tony overridden the locks to his door and barged in.

"Why yes, Stark, c'mon in," Clint states sarcastically.

"Don't give me any of that! Why'd you break my vase?!"

"Because you stole my notebook!"

"I was gonna give it back!"

"How was I suppose to know that?! I thought you were going to mark everything with a red pen, explaining to me everything that's wrong. That's something you would do and you know it!"

"How could mark something wrong in your notebook if there was nothing in there that was incorrect in the first place?!"

"…What?"

Tony smacked his forehead. "There was nothing wrong in your notebook. Every equation I read in there was correct. If it wasn't you wouldn't be such an amazing archer. And even if it was wrong I wouldn't have scribbled on your stuff like that. Have a little trust in me, Legolas."

Immediately guilt began bubbling in the archer's gut. Maybe he had jumped the gun on this one. This was the same guy who had brought him food and actually showed concern when he thought that he didn't trust the team enough to eat their food.

'Ugh I'm such a screw-up!' he thought to himself. He looked up into Tony's coffee brown eyes and saw a glimmer of something that looked kind of like hurt. The guilt in his stomach increased. "S-Sorry…" he muttered in his softest voice.

Tony let out a huff. "You're what? I didn't hear you."

Clint forced himself not to glare at the man and repeated his apology. If he didn't hear him that time he was shit out of luck.

"I'll forgive you, but only if you join Bruce and me for more movie nights and other activities. And I want you to cook at least three times a week, and I want…"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, I think you're pushing this a little too far! I'll cook more often and join in on the activities, but that's about it, you ass!"

Tony huffed again and turned away. "I guess my hurt feelings aren't important to you…"

Clint face-palmed and sighed angrily. "Fine! What else do you want?!"

"Just to see your notebook more often. Arrow design number 24 looked pretty cool. I want to try to build it and some of the others as well."

Tony was definitely on a roll today for leaving the sniper speechless. He had much to learn about this man. Hell, he had much to learn about the whole team. "Fine, you and Bruce can look at it. Are you happy now?!"

"I guess that will do for now. But I expect you to be ready for movie night at 8:00 tonight and I want you to prepare the snacks."

With every new order Clint felt the urge to smack the man with his pillow grow more and more. But at least that almost glimmer of hurt was gone. "I'll be sure to be there," he said with a sigh.

Tony grinned and slapped him on the back. "Good to know!"

There was a small knock on the door and Bruce poked his head. "Hey, just making sure you two didn't kill each other. Heaven knows you guys need constant supervision."

"No need to worry, Brucie. Clint and I were just coming to an understanding. "Right, Legolas?"

Barton let out yet another sigh, but he couldn't stop himself from smiling just a little bit. "Right, Tony."

END CHAPTER

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