Chapter 10-Lost
By: MysticFantasy
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Dropping to his knees, Clint quickly scanned every possible under space in the living room. His heart continued to pound and race when he didn't see anything.
Getting back onto his feet, he continued to search the living room. Looking behind every piece of furniture and checking any possible hiding place.
The only thing he'd found was an American flag styled pacifier that was James favorite.
"Where is he?" Clint hissed to himself with worry.
He quickly glanced at the clock. Steve and Natasha were due back from SHIELD any minute. How in the world was he going to explain that he lost their son?!
"James." Clint called as he moved to the hallway. The doors were motion sensored so it could have been possible that the infant had crawled his way out of the living room.
Not spotting his godson in the hallway, Clint quickly hurried down to where the hall split in two. He glanced left and right. Not seeing a single clue that James had been by.
"I'm gonna get shot." he stated to himself as he went right. "I'm gonna get shot right between the eyes. James! Where are you?"
Holding the pacifier tight in his hand, Clint continued to search up and down the hallway and searched the opposite direction. With each piece of furniture he looked behind and every empty room he looked in his heart rate and worry continued to grow.
Leaning against the wall in defeat nearly half an hour later, Clint realized that he would have to tell Steve and Natasha what happened.
"Natasha's gonna kill me and Steve is going to bury me where no one will find me." he told himself as he walked to the suite where the couple would surely be after returning to the tower from SHIELD.
Raising his hand, Clint knocked on the door. He looked down at his hand that held the pacifier as he heard light footsteps.
Swallowing a nervous and worried gulp, Clint looked up in time to see a tired Natasha standing on the other side.
"Clint?" she asked sounding ready to fall sleep.
"Nat, you're gonna kill me but I have to tell you something." Clint said.
"What is it?" Natasha asked and noticed the item in the archer's hand. She smiled and grabbed it. "I was wondering where this was. James will be happy that you found it."
Clint raised an eyebrow and looked behind Natasha to easily spot Steve lying across the couch fast asleep with the missing child lying on top of his father also sound asleep.
"What did you want to tell me?" Natasha asked.
Clint looked at his friend a little stupified as he scrambled to think of something.
"Uh...I lost your favorite pistol?"