hey! sorry I didn't get it out right away like i promised! i had it finished, but decided I ought to add a bit more, so i took a bit of time to add something else, and I hope you dont mind!
anyways, read and enjoy!
~Chapter 1
"I do not see what you find so appealing about this maiden." Thor grumbles, his arms crossed. "All she does is run about and scream like a dying animal."
"Awww, come on Thor. Have you never heard of Reality television before?" Tony asks with a cocky grin. "Teenagers live for this kinda stuff!"
The Asgardian shakes his head, muttering to himself, "Why thine people would enjoy such a thing is beyond me."
"Hey, give that back!" Tony yelps as Bruce Banner struts in, snatching the remote out of Tony's hand before he has a chance to react.
Bruce plops down on the leather couch and changes the channel to a much more interesting show.
"NCIS?" Tony whines. "That's such a girly show, Banner!"
"At least it has plotline," Bruce shoots back. "It's a new episode, so shut up. I want to know what happened to Gibbs."
"Don't tell me you're going after Gibbs too now? Pepper has an unnatural love for him." Tony frowns, a thoughtful looks clouding his features as he recalls Pepper swooning over the silver haired fox during an NCIS marathon. "I ought to do something about that Mark Harmon guy." Tony shakes his head as if to clear those thoughts and then stands up, towering over Bruce and cracking his knuckles.
"Either way, I want my remote. Give it back."
Bruce stands up. "I don't think you want to anger me." He glares at Tony. "And besides," He continues with a snarky smile, "I thought you didn't like being handed things."
When Hawkeye walks in, he almost wishes he hadn't come up to see what everyone was doing.
On the floor, Tony and Bruce wrestled, Thor standing over them as if he were the referee, the fought over remote lying forgotten on the couch.
No one seems to notice Clint's entrance, so he clears his throat.
They ignore him and keep fighting like children.
"Hey!" He shouts, momentarily losing his cool. Hawkeye is feeling rather irritable, much to his distaste. It must be because of the recent mission his partner had been sent on alone. He knows Natasha can take care of herself, but it still feels odd not to have her beside him, watching his back while he watched hers.
The men freeze to look at the angered Hawk.
"Well, someone woke up on the wrong side of the nest," Tony comments breathlessly, just as irking as ever.
Bruce manages when last hit to get Tony off him and rolls away, claiming the remote once more as his own with a triumphant smile.
"Can it, metal boy." Hawkeye replies acidically. "Anyone see Steve recently? Pepper told me he had something important to tell me." Indeed, Pepper had come across the Hawk earlier, telling him a quick passing moment that Steve had something to tell him. He couldn't find the Captain in Stark Tower, and hoped someone might be able to help.
Thor grabs Tony by the collar of his shirt and easily brings him to his feet.
"I believe I saw him leaving today hastily, out to go meet with Fury, methinks." Thor tells him.
"Thanks, Thor." He says with a sigh. He is starting to get headache already, and it's only eleven in the morning. "The rest of these idiots are kind of useless."
Thor nods in understanding. 'Any word of the maiden Widow?"
"No," The two walk toward the elevator together. "But she's only been gone a week. I'm sure she's fine." Clint jams a thumb into the down button.
"You do not seem very sure of thyself." Thor observes.
Hawkeye shrugs and plays it off. "She's my partner. Got used to having her around. I know she can protect herself, but it feels odd not to watch out for her."
"So you are worried?"
He smirks. "I wouldn't say that. Just mildly concerned. She hasn't been on a solo op for a while. She's probably gotten rusty."
Thor doesn't exactly know what corroding metal has to do with anything, but he says anyway, "I do not believe your maiden would be unable to function without thy presence."
"I know." The elevator arrives and the doors open with a ding. Clint steps in.
Thor moves to turn away but is stopped when Clint calls out, "Hey."
Clint leans against the wall of the elevator. "She's not my maiden."
Thor smiles as the doors close.
"Indeed, she is." Thor says to no one.
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As tall as Stark Tower is, Hawkeye begins thinking he ought to carry a book with him for the elevator.
It takes nearly ten minutes for him to get to lobby from the top level, and that ten minutes could not have been more boring.
He breathes a sigh of relief when the doors slide open with a reassuring chime and he steps out into the lobby—and right into Captain America.
Steve isn't even slightly jarred by the run in, but Hawkeye stumbles back. "Whoa, heya Cap." Then he remembers what he had come downstairs for. "Oh Pepper said you wanted to tell me something?"
Steve frowns and thinks for a moment. "Oh right. Fury had an assignment for the Avengers."
"Really?What is it?' Clint asks as the captain pulls a file report.
"Well, it's mostly about going from place to place all over the country as sort of a moral boost for the people, guess you could say."
"Huh…" Clint stuck his hands in his pockets and frowned, somewhat disappointed.
"But… you're not going with us." Steve handed over the thicker of the two files. "Fury has you doing a different assignment, by yourself."
Now Hawkeye perks up as he accepts the manila folder, flipping through the pages in a quick overview.
His grimace returns when he sees the location he's being sent.
He stares at the picture of an old woman, the informative he would be seeking out. "Shouldn't be too bad." He says with a sigh.
"Good luck, Clint." Steve says solemnly, clapping the younger man on the back.
Clint gives a wry smile as he fingers the little destroyed computer chip that had been included in the report.
He says to himself softly, "From Russia with love."
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