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"Since when do you go out for a pizza run?"

Clint slowly turned around to the bemused red-head, crossed arms and an expectant look on her face. No one else had questioned Clint going out on a 'pizza run', it was almost too good to be true. But then there was Natasha. Always Natasha.

"Since I feel like having pizza."

"Why not just order in?" Natasha countered, an eyebrow raised.

Clint silently prayed to every deity that Natasha would stop pushing on. He'd been wanting to go out looking for Spiderman for the past month, but nooo. The Avengers had to find him in together and bring him into SHIELD as soon as he was caught. Frankly, SHIELD was nothing but a killjoy to Clint's fun, so he decided to do the one thing he's known how to do since we was but a naïve child, break the rules.

"We've been cramped up in this building for who knows how long, just let a guy get out there and breath, Nat. Is that really a crime?" Clint asked, in his most 'oh woe is me' voice possible.

"You would still go even if it really was a crime." Natasha said pointedly

"You know me so well."

"If you're going can you get a barbecue pizza!" hollered Tony from the common room, "And Cap wants pepperoni because he's still living in the 40's and refuses to try anything new!"

Steve's offended voice was expectantly heard next. "That's not true! Pepperoni is a classic! Everyone likes pepperoni!"

"Pepperoni is the butter cookie of pizza! That one pizza that you always put out because you know everyone likes it and no one can complain that it's a bland margarita pizza!"

The two continued to bicker on about pizza, Natasha looked back at Clint with an exasperated look on her face. Who would've thought that the 90-year-old World War II veteran and the genius billionaire would be the two most childish people in the room?

Natasha began to rub the bridge of her nose, "Just be back before those two blow each other up, don't get anything too spicy, we don't need Hulk rampaging Manhattan again."

"Done deal." Clint slipped into the elevator and headed to the 35th floor first. He picked up a backpack, which secretly concealed his bow and arrows, then made a dash to the ground floor. Jogging a few blocks down, Clint found building suiting his needs, not too tall, not too short. He climbed up, perched, and waited.

To be honest, Clint didn't exactly know what he was waiting for. A getaway car zooming through the streets? Police cars chasing swift after it? He didn't have the slightest clue what he was looking for, he just knew that when he was it…

Suddenly, a blur of red and blue whooshed past him, coming from the direction Clint had come from. In the distance, police sirens were ringing. It didn't take Tony Stark to put two and two together.

Bingo.

"/Crrrtch/ Code 10-11B, Reported armed robbery alarm at Capital One Bank, police force inbound, hold fire. /Crrrtch/"

Time to start the night.

Peter had 'called it a night' early. His excuses the past month had become sloppy and vague, it was a mystery to Peter himself as to how he got away from his family without any suspicion whatsoever. But he didn't take the time to question miracles. A bank robbery was in progress, which was his main priority right now.

Peter stood up, well, he stood sideways. His feet sticking to the side of Stark Tower, looking straight down sleepless Manhattan. He put on his mask and double checked his web shooters and fluid cartridges. Peter took a deep breath… and jumped.

He had been doing this whole 'Spiderman' thing for about a month now. Sticking low to the ground, helping the little guys. Yet it was still so surreal every time he jumped, plummeting down at who knows what speeds, waiting for the right time to get the right momentum until—

—Thwip

Lift off.

Swinging through the streets of Manhattan, the only thing keeping him from going 'splat' on the cement was a literal string. Most of the work Peter had done so far was small stuff, a few burglaries, about a handful of muggings, this was his third armed robbery so far. It had taken Peter by surprise just how much crime there was just in Manhattan.

Thwip

Most of all, how little of it he had seen. Peter had never left Manhattan, it's where he'd grown up, where he was born. Sure he'd see a few news headlines here or there on T.V, but this, this was something else. He'd always thought of his family as people who save everyone, the 'World's Mightiest Heroes', it had never occurred to him how much crime happened right under their noses.

Thwip

Sirens were blaring under Peter, police lights wildly flashing into his eyes. The bank was within sight, if he was going to do this without anyone getting hurt, Peter would have to get to the bank before the police. With all the force in him, Peter shot out one more web, and swung with full force, landing like a cat on the roof of the bank.

Climbing in through a broken window, Peter climbed through inside the bank and stuck onto a pillar.

There were hostages, all on the ground with their hands behind their head. A group of six armed robbers, all wearing various Avengers masks. Their weapons were, different at best. All glowing various shades of blue and purple. Whatever they were, Peter could tell, they were far from good news.

Alright, show time.

Peter webbed the ceiling, slowly descending upside down behind the robbers, like a spider. He quirked his head a bit, for comedic effect.

"Oh, my god! The Avengers, in my bank! This is so unreal, can I get your signatures?" Peter asked,

All the robbers whirled around in surprise automatically readying their weapons. Peter jumped to the ground at the ready.

"Waait a second, you guys aren't the real Avengers! I can tell, Hulk gives it away!" Spiderman quipped.

The mentioned 'Hulk' moved forward, Peter webbed the weird, glowey, techno-gun out of his hand swung it around and hit 'Thor' with the moving force. He shot a web at Hulk mask and stuck him to the wall. The 'Black Widow' started firing a pistol at Peter, who swiftly dodged all of the bullets, jumped forward, and shot a web at her and hung her upside-down on the ceiling.

"Always an honor to meet a fellow Spider! You gotta tell me how you got your name, such a coincidence, right?"

'Iron Man' ran up to Peter, attempting to punch Peter and miserably failing. Spiderman swiftly backhanded him, sending him towards the front counter. Suddenly, 'Captain America' held up a three-pronged… thing. Some sort of technology that Peter had never seen before, ever. He pointed it at Spiderman, levitating him.

"Wooah" Peter's voice was altered and jumbled, "This feels weird"

Then Peter was launched six feet back, he rebalanced himself with a one-handed flip and slid back into position. He ran up to the Captain America mask, who activated the device again. This time, Peter stuck to the ground with one hand, aiming the other at a bookshelf which looked like it contained a lot of very important documents,

Oh well.

He fired a web at the shelf and pulled, hitting the Captain America mask over the head, knocking him out. However, before Peter had the chance to relax, he heard a whirring behind him, The Iron Man Mask had picked up the weird, glowey techno-gun that 'Hulk' had dropped, and fired it at Peter. Spiderman leaped up into the air, did a swift barrel-role to avoid the second blast, and kicked Iron Mask square in the chest, sending him flying backwards one again. Peter pried the techno-gun out of Iron Mask's hands and threw it up, webbing it to dangle from the ceiling.

The two stray shots that were fired set the bank desks aflame, Peter shot his web fluid at the flames to put them out. The weapons were dangerous, and unlike anything the Avengers had encountered.

"How did jerks like you end up with weapons like this anyway?"

The whole adrenaline fueled fight had taken up six minutes at most, the police had finally arrived at the scene. Peter took this time to exit the way he came before he was spotted by the NYPD. He jumped out into the alley behind the bank.

Though, there was one thing that confused Peter.

He had counted six robbers in the bank. He stuck Hulk to the wall, webbed Black Widow upside down, knocked out Thor and Captain America, and kicked Iron Man in the chest. That left five, meaning there was one more…

The hairs on Peter's neck stood on end as soon as he heard a quick electric crackle, he turned around too slowly as he was hit by and electric pulse In the stomach, hurling Peter backwards, his back colliding with the end of the alley.

The Hawkeye mask, dressed in a denim vest, a metal contraption clasped onto his right hand, spurring with electricity. Peter tried to get back up, but it felt like an anvil was holding down his side. The Hawkeye mask aimed the gauntlet once more at Peter, which began to whirl and spark with energy.

"Hey, jackass!" A voice was heard from above, "You got my nose wrong!"

Just then, Peter saw something fire directly at the gauntlet, powering it down. A figure jumped down and got initiated hand-to-hand combat with the mask. All of which lasted four seconds before he promptly knocked out the mask with a…stick?

Peter gained the strength and started to sit up, kneeling at first and getting support from the back of the alley. He got a better look at what was shot at the mask's gauntlet.

An arrow.

Then he looked up at the figure, that 'stick' that he used to knock out the mask, it wasn't just any stick. It was a bow, a proper one. Peter slowly limped closer to see the figure in the light. It took Peter far too long to put together the evidence and see the person who stood I front of him wasn't a mask—

—But the actual Hawkeye.

Peter quickly leaped five feet into the air and clung to the nearest wall, he felt a sense of déjà vu looking onto the figure, Hawkeye, from the alley wall. A few questions popped into Peter's head all at once.

Firstly, how did Hawkeye end up in the exact same are Spiderman was in? A follow-up to that question, was Hawkeye following him? Secondly, why had Hawkeye saved him? The past few weeks Peter had been up to his neck with the Avengers and SHIELD. The last thing he would expect them to do is to save him. Thirdly why was Hawkeye just… standing there?

Hawkeye was just, looking at him. Not even in the 'I am analyzing everything about you' kind way that Peter had seen his Uncle Clint do every so often, it was just, an amused yet puzzled look. His mouth kept opening and closing, like he was trying to formulate something to say to Peter. Something which was very unlike the Uncle Clint that Peter knew, he was always straight forward when he talked and gave input, yet not afraid to shoot a quip or some blatant sarcasm into whatever he said.

It took a while for Hawkeye to muster a determined face as he turned to Peter and spoke, "Listen, Spider-dude, I don't want to hurt you or take you in or anything, just give me some time to talk."

Well, that wasn't as… eloquent as Peter had expected. Though, what he had expected in the first place, he wasn't really sure. A fight, a polite yet demanding summoning to SHIELD, anything. Peter tried to subtly check his surroundings, trying to see if there was anyone accompanying the archer.

Clint obviously noticed the hesitancy, "Look, there's no one else around, just me, myself and I. I just want to talk."

Peter put on a stronger, bolder voice to disguise his own, "How do I know I can trust you?"

"Honestly, you don't." Hawkeye admitted, "But here you've been swinging around and saving people, saving those guys in the bank, and you haven't seemed to catch a break from us. You don't have to trust me, but if you decide to, swing up there," he pointed to the building next to the bank, "and go four buildings across."

With that, Hawkeye fired a grappling arrow but to the top of the building, and scaled to the top of the building, he vanished from Peter's sight.

Hawkeye was a former secret agent, a master of manipulation. The difference between him and Black Widow was that while Black Widow was a trained assassin whose main priority was to take down the target, Hawkeye had no trouble talking the target up, acting friendly and all buddy-buddy before taking you down. Every bone in Peter's body was saying not to follow him.

However, Hawkeye was also Uncle Clint. The same guy Peter had been living two rooms across from since he could ever remember. Even though Clint was a former assassin, he was also at some points truly genuine, truly caring, truly just, Uncle Clint, the real Clint.

Peter took a deep breath and held onto that thought. He leaped and swung up to meet the Hawk. Who was just where he said he was. Four buildings over, sitting on the ledge opposite to where Peter was standing. He didn't know why, but Peter decided to go up to the same ledge and sit about three feet from Clint. The feeling felt oddly familiar.

7 years ago

Eight-year-old Peter sat in the common room, his eyes were glued to the screen as Ben 10 played, absentmindedly shoving a fistful of Fruit Loops into his mouth every now and then. Behind him, the elevator doors dinged open. Footsteps walking up behind him.

"Heya Pete," it was his Uncle Clint, "what are you up to?"

Peter barely looked at Clint, who was now leaning on the couch where Peter sat. "Watching Ben 10, Ben just unlocked a new alien called Upchuck, who can basically eat anything, like metal and tires, and vomit it into and energy blast." Peter informed Clint at rapid fire, "It's so gross but so cool." He added.

"Okaay," Clint said, not really sure how to respond. Peter noticed that Clint was looking around, as if making sure there was no one to hear him. Curious, Peter muted the T.V and looked up at his Uncle.

"Listen, you wanna get out of here?" His uncle asked.

This got Peter interested, 'get out of here'? Like, where? Out of the house? Out of Manhattan? Out of New York?

"There's a fair in town, a big one." Clint explained, "And you go out, what? Every month or so? Even then, that's with all the Avengers, your mom, and Happy. It's like you have bodyguards around you the whole time, not really fun if you ask me. How about we go, just you and me, down to the fair. Everyone is a SHIELD meeting upstairs, I excused myself to the bathroom. It'll take them an hour to notice I'm not coming back, another forty-five minutes after that until they actually care. We'll be back in four hours, tops. What do you say?" Clint asked, a small smirk grew on his face

Peter mimicked the smirk, only a bigger, more mischievous smirk that he had obviously inherited from his father. 10 minutes later with jackets and hats on, the two were walking on the sidewalk downstairs.

"So, where is this fair?" Peter questioned,

"It's in Brooklyn, about half an hour from here."

This puzzled Peter, "So… why don't we just take a car"

Clint chuckled, "First," he held up one finger, "your dad can easily track all the cars in Avenger's tower, so expect the fun to be over by the time we get there. Second," he held up another finger, "being your dad's kid, you're probably gonna be chauffeured everywhere for the rest of your life kid. Today, we're taking the bus."

So they did, they had made It to the fair, and it was so much more than Peter had ever imagined an actual 'fair' to be. Music, games, junk food, the whole bonanza. They shot plastic ducks, threw rubber balls at glass bottles, Clint had even won that one game where you have to throw the hoop on the pole that Peter had seen in all the cartoons, which were supposed to be made impossible. The game master even had that signature 'how did you do that' look as he passed Peter his prize.

Peter and Clint continued to walk through the fair, the prizes they had won in a backpack carried by Clint, who was holding on to a large bag of popcorn. Peter meanwhile licking a cone of chocolate ice cream.

"So what's the actual occasion then?" Peter asked, looking around.

"What do you mean, occasion?"

"Well, usually in the shows, it's either a Halloween fair or a winter fair or something, but it's still summer."

"Ah, well, the Cirque du Soleil is in town." Clint pointed at a large red and white tent, "They're one of the most famous circuses ever. They travel all over the world."

Peter looked intently at the tent, mumbling in wonder, "I wonder what it's like."

Clint looked side-eyed at Peter, a small smile appearing on his face, "You know… I was in the circus when I was little."

Peter's head snapped towards Clint, "Get outta town!"

Clint laugh out loud, "No way! It's true! When I was little, my parents had… passed, but it didn't really hit me that hard since my dad wasn't as cool as yours is. At first, my brother and I first went through a few children's homes, but after a while we both ran away, joined a carnival and traveled. Where do you think I got my name from," Clint looked up and waved his free hand in front of them both, "Hawkeye! The World's Greatest Marksman! We traveled around the south and people from all over would come to see us. The Tiboldt Circus!"

Peter stared at him in awe, his Uncle was an Avenger, a secret agent and a former circus performer, how cool was that!

"So what happened to your brother? Is he a secret agent too now?" Peter asked excitedly.

If Clint tried to hide his face from dropping, it slightly worked, but Peter noticed a hint of… regret, in his eyes.

"Ah, not really kid. After a while I felt like the circus thing wasn't really for me, he thought differently, we kinda went our separate ways. Haven't seen him since I was sixteen." Clint explained, "But it was for the better anyway, I met some great friends at SHIELD, I met your Aunt Nat and later your dad. All was well in the end… anyway, do you wanna see the world's greatest circus or what?"

Peter nodded excitedly, they found front row seats somehow. When the show started, Peter marveled at the performers' different flips and tricks, the trapeze artists, the elephants, there was even a hoop they set on fire. It was one of the most amazing things Peter had ever seen in his entire life.

Once the show had come to an end, Peter and his Uncle Clint had stepped out of the tent to his parents and the rest of the Avengers looking at them—well, mostly Clint—with expectant glares. When they got home, Peter was told to go to his room, he heard a lot of yelling and threats from the common room, all of which practically coaxed Peter out of his room, peering into the common room from the hallway. The backs of the Avengers along with his mom and Agent Coulson were all towards him, only Clint being able to see him through the crowd. He shot him a quick smirk and wink before looking back to the onslaught of yelling and cursing coming from the rest of the Avengers like a naughty kid.

While that part hadn't been so great, Peter could confidentially admit that that day was probably the best day he had ever had.

"So, are you gonna tell me why you called me up here?" Peter asked.

Yep, the déjà vu was strong here. Peter asking Uncle Clint all the questions, waiting for answers. Hell, they were even sitting on a building overviewing the East River, just across was Brooklyn. If Peter really squinted, he could see the Park where the Cirque du Soleil fair had been held all those years ago.

"You swing out here every night, sometimes in the day, too. I never got a good look at your suit, you may have all that fancy webbing and color but at the end of the day, it's…what? Spandex? You risk being shot, maimed, or killed, and honestly, you haven't caught a break from SHIELD ever since you saved that little girl." Clint shifted, "And…heh, no matter how tough you try to sound you don't sound very old, maybe…early twenties at best? What I'm saying is, us Avengers, we handle the big guns, international threats, you know? But you, you're taking care of the mess right under our noses, which we don't really pay much attention to. As many people we're saving out there? You're saving down here in Manhattan."

Peter pondered this for a bit, he'd seen the Avengers watch Spiderman on the news for the past month, the different looks on their faces, but he'd never really understood how his Uncle Clint felt about all of it. He was never one to really voice his opinion when not needed, stay in the shadows, or high above, and now…this? It took Peter a while to notice that in his chest he was feeling… relief. That someone in his family, even if they didn't know it was him, was not only not trying to kill him, but was actually, happy, with what Peter was doing.

Clint continued, "SHIELD has the fatal flaw of mistaking powers as threatening. As soon as you show signs of extra-human power that isn't like them, that's beyond them, they see you as threatening. They don't like not knowing, so they'll do, anything, to know. That's the real reason they've been chasing your tail, not because you're threatening, because someone up at SHIELD is quivering in their boots at the mere thought of you, so they try to get rid of you."

Under his mask, Peter raised an eyebrow, "I mean, you said it yourself man, red and blue spandex. Why are they so afraid of me rather than, oh I don't know, other…vigilantes?"

"You mean the Devil of Hell's Kitchen? Yeah, SHIELD knows about him too, but he's more of marital artist, they're not really put off by him. One of your first stunts, however, was swinging into an open truck, then stick onto the side of said truck, and sending it into the crosswalk." Clint pointed out, "Look, what I'm trying to say is, even if I raise my voice a bit, you're not gonna get a break from the Avengers or SHIELD, so while you should still keep doing what you do, just be weary, save other people as well but don't hesitate to save your own skin once or twice. Something I learned a bit too late."

Peter, while understanding most of it, was still a bit confused about one thing, "Why tell me all this?"

A sharp inhale came from Clint, "A long while back, before the 'Avengers' were an actual thing, right after the Chitauri invasion. A lot of people in my work place stopped trusting be, giving me sideways glances, taking a step back when I entered a room, hand instinctively on gun. You must have been young at that time, right?"

Peter gave a brisk nod, if by young Clint mean't nonexistent, then yeah, you could say that.

Clint positioned himself to get up, "So all of this, take it from a guy who at one point, wanted to do the right thing, while everyone doubted him."

With that, Clint got up off the ledge, and made his way to the side of the building with an alleyway below, "Listen, you're obviously smart enough to tap into the police communication frequency, so if you ever need help, input the frequency '506.77000', it's my personal comm., if you're ever in a rut you can't get out of," He put two fingers to his ear like a phone, "call me."

With that, Clint leaped off the building, Peter heard faint clanking of metal, by the time he had looked down into the alley, the Hawk was gone. Peter didn't really know what to do but just… stand there. His Uncle Clint, Hawkeye, one of the coolest people he'd ever known as a kid, actually approved of his work, approved of what he did…Just then, the police radio went off in his ear, car chase on West 42nd Street.

Enough gushing Peter, back to work.

With that, Spiderman jumped off the building, and fired a web.

"I'm baack"

Clint carried four pizza in one hand, and a bag of other knick-knacks in the other.

"You took for freaking ever, feathers, where have you been?" Clint rolled his eyes as he heard Tony's voice from the kitchen.

"Listen, Tin Can, I got a barbecue, a vegetarian, a meat lovers—"

Steve spoke up, "Did you get pepperoni?"

"—yes I got your pepperoni, Rogers! I got some garlic bread and other stuff but if you," Clint looked over at Tony again, "have a problem with how long I took then I'll just take this over to my hall and share with Peter."

With that, Tony walked up to Clint and somehow comically took everything out of his hands and waddled to the island of the kitchen, mumbling "Gimme."

The Avengers talked around the table, laughing and discussing more of their exploits and adventures. Clint tried to ignore the side-eyed look Natasha was giving him, he casually waved it off.

"You know there was one time in Laos where Nat literally…"

"Don't you dare!"

Later on, Clint had gotten up to go to his room to pick up a photo album, when he was halfway across he heard shifting and rustling from Peter's room.

Odd.

Clint walked up to the door and knocked thrice, "Peter? You okay?"

There was suddenly loud banging accompanied by shuffling towards the door, it clicked open.

But why was it locked in the first place?

Peter opened the door, "Yeah Uncle Clint, everything's fine, what's with all the noise outside?" Peter asked in a somewhat groggy voice.

"We're, um, having pizza?"

"Oh nice, save some for me tomorrow, I'm gonna get… more sleep." Peter said, slowly closing the door hoping his Uncle wouldn't feel cut off as it clicked back in front of him.

Clint slowly made his way back to his room, he knew that look, and the half messed up hair, and the fake groggy voice. The amount of time's he and his brother had done it as a kid to escape their dad, Peter had been awake this whole time, but, why?

Clint would keep it in the back of his head for a while, but it would come up another time.

Now, where is that album?

The warehouse doors opened wide as one person walked in, he was greeted by hard working faces, building, inventing, moving boxes. He went up to the main front table, the first man at the table was looking through schematics of their next heist, the second man was sitting hunched over, building who knows what.

The first man looked up at him, "Where's the rest of the crew? The weapons? Where is…everything?"

"They all got taken into the police, everything we brought to the heist got taken in." He threw down his Hawkeye mask, and then his gauntlet, "It's fried."

The second man looked up, "I just made that! How's it fried?"

"The Spider-freak swooped in before we could get anything done, some other guy swooped down and knocked me out, but somehow I'm the only one who got out."

The first man had completely forgotten about the schematics now, "We've been running this business around for years now, this 'Spiderman' shows up at he's already stopped for of our operations." He put on his headgear, green eyes glowing, "If I have to, I'll take him out myself."

Ha, Ha ha, Ha haha ha, HAHAHAHAHA HA! I'M BACK!

School, there is no better definition for 'pain in my behind'.

Literally 9th September is the last time I updated if I'm not wrong, that was THE DAY my school started. I can't believe, it took me 10 MONTH TO UPDATE. AHM SOWWY! FORGIVE ME!

I might be a bit rusty on the whole comedic aspect of the story, so give me some input! I really need it.

I also finally diiid Cliiint! I'm so happy! By far my favorite Avenger, I don't care what anyone says, fight me. nice to add his backstory in my... Business-verse? LtFB-verse? I'll come up with something.

So... tell me what you think! Summer is back so I reeally want to try and update more. It'll come a lot faster with reviews and feedback!

I won't be doing a review answering, since a lot have come in the past 10 months (thank you sooo much for them, by the way, I've read every single one!), I also won't be doing them as often, but I will answer any actual questions asked in the reviews, so don't be shy!

R/R people! Enjoy!