Adventure is Out There

Sorry for the lack of posting lately. Lots of real life stuff going on, and I've been having a hard time finding the time and the mindset for /

This is one I've been wanting to write for a while. It does fit into "Sicktember" and "Cozytober," "Flufftober," and "Whumptober," but I'll add those tags/specific prompts as they come up. With any luck I should have the next chapter up tomorrow or Saturday! Thanks to kingdomfaraway for giving this first part a quick glance!

ALSO, NOTE: I know that this trail requires sometimes-hard-to-get reservations sometimes. My husband just hiked it this summer (after doing another big hike there the day before). This story would be happening in 2018, before that was implemented. I hiked Angel's Landing in 2021, and from what I can tell it would be pretty similar circumstances.

Chapter 1

"Sorry, bud," Tony said, his brow wrinkling in empathy at the frustration in the dark-headed teenager's voice.

"It's fine," Peter said, his slumped shoulders telegraphing the complete un-fine-ness of current events.

"How did they manage to both get sick at the exact same time, but with different things?" Tony asked.

"Right?" Peter complained. "It's ridiculous! Ned said his stomach felt off yesterday, and thought he'd just eaten something questionable, but today he said he's definitely got what his mom had a few days ago, and probably won't be feeling normal for several more days. And MJ said she just found out her co-worker has strep throat, which means there's a good chance that's what she's been feeling this morning, too: sore throat, fever, the works. She just made an appointment with her doctor tomorrow morning to confirm and get some meds, but she'll be down for the count for several days, too."

"Did you tell them they were being awfully inconvenient, getting sick just in time for your birthday?"

"To-ny," Peter whined in annoyance.

But Tony could see the slight glistening in Peter's eyes even as his newly-17-year-old kid acted like he was shrugging the whole thing off.

"We still planning to celebrate with May at your house tonight?"

"Is it bad if I say I don't really want to?" Peter sighed. "But yeah, cause she'd be all sad about it, for me, if I didn't," Peter sighed, settling his chin on his folded arms on the bar.

Tony pushed the plate of brownies towards him gingerly. Chocolate usually cheered the boy up a little, but he hadn't even looked at them yet, though he'd been at the Tower for nearly half an hour.

May had been back from her travel nursing stint for several days, and Peter had moved back to his house when she got in. Which was fine. It was. It was good to not have to stick so closely to a "normal, grown-up schedule," (Pepper's words) or worry about feeding and entertaining a teenager. Or that's what Tony told himself, anyway. But truthfully he was already missing having the kid around after having him as a pretty permanent fixture for the last six weeks. Everything seemed a little less colorful when he was gone.

Peter picked up a brownie listlessly and continued. "I mean, it's still fine to celebrate. You and Pepper are still coming, right?"

Tony nodded. "And Happy."

"Oh yeah. Sounds like a party for sure," Peter tried to joke. He took a small bite, then another one, interest peeking through the clouds.

"Excuse me; are you saying I'm not a party all by myself?" Tony demanded.

Peter just rolled his eyes and grabbed another brownie, having quickly inhaled the first one once he got started.

"It still would have been better with Ned and MJ," he grumbled. "And we were going to go to see the new Batman movie afterwards. I really don't even wanna go now. We're rescheduling that part for next week, at least."

"Batman," scoffed Tony with a disdainful sniff. "You have your very own billionaire superhero. Why would you need movies about that guy?"

His posturing had the intended effect, and Peter grinned at his ridiculousness. Tony had moved around the bar to his side, and pulled the teenager into a rough side hug, ruffling then smoothing his hair with a practiced gesture, and eliciting the expected squawk.

The gears in Tony's head were turning though. Peter had wanted this birthday to be low-key, but he was pretty sure it was going to be underwhelming. Surely there was something he could do about that.

Later that night, after Thai food and cake had been consumed and Peter had retreated to his room to at least talk to Ned and MJ, Tony very quietly quizzed May, counting on Peter's distracted focus to keep him from hearing.

"His birthday should be more memorable. Is there anything he's talked about wanting to do? Something I could make happen in the next few days?"

May sat back, her brow wrinkled in concentration. "He did mention a few things that were on his 'bucket list' a few years ago. Let me think for a few minutes and see if I can remember any of it." She looked up after a moment. "I feel like you've probably helped him check boxes off he didn't even know were there," she said with a grateful smile at Tony and Pepper.

Pepper's fingertips were resting at the base of his neck at the back of the couch, and she squeezed his neck lightly. He knew she was always trying to remind him that he added value to Peter's life, too. It wasn't the one way street Tony sometimes imagined.

"I'm glad. But I still want to do something exciting for him. Something we maybe wouldn't take time to do otherwise. Does he want to go to Paris? Bora Bora? I have an island in the Caribbean that could probably be prepped at short notice. What about surfing lessons in Hawaii? Hiking the Himalayas?"

Tony smirked, joking a little at that last suggestion, but May's face had changed from contemplation to excitement.

"That's something I remember from his list!"

"The Himalayas?" Tony choked out, a little concerned at what he might have gotten himself into.

"No, but have you ever heard of Angel's Landing? It's a hike in some national park back west. Maybe in Nevada? Or Utah… He saw a video about it when he was twelve, and he talked about it for weeks. That was definitely on his bucket list, though his asthma would have made it a real challenge for him back then, to say nothing of the cost of a trip like that."

Tony sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose lightly. Peter would. "FRIDAY, will you have Daren look into the possibility of organizing something like that for this weekend?"

His watch vibrated softly in acknowledgement.

"This weekend as in the day after tomorrow?" May asked. "I'm working all weekend, and I'm not really into heights anyways. But if it's something you could work out, it would be an amazing surprise for him."

"Tony, do you like hiking?" Pepper asked doubtfully, keeping the laughter out of her voice (but just barely).

"What do you think?" he asked, his biting sarcasm softened by the patent look of long-suffering he affected for their amusement. "But if it makes Peter happy, I can probably handle a few hours of torture. I'm gonna call in reinforcements though, and label it team-bonding, though. He'll have more fun hiking with a group instead of with the self-proclaimed 'Scrooge of the Outdoors.'"

"Oh, you're just being dramatic, now," Pepper chided. You've enjoyed some of the outdoors-stuff we've done. And it's not like you'll have to camp overnight."

Tony gave her a baleful look.

"I'm out, too," Happy said quickly, the glower on his beefy face at odds with the careful way he held his small, fancy coffee cup. May liked to break out her grandmother's fine china on special occasions.

"And me," Pepper said, "though I'd probably enjoy it. I have that board meeting in London I'm presenting at this weekend."

Tony sighed. "Where is the solidarity here?"

"We're all behind you, honey," Pepper cooed. "We're just not willing to go hiking with you. Especially there . Make sure you bring up some videos of what the last half of that hike looks like."

"You think I'm afraid of heights?" he asked incredulously.

"Just… this is one time I wouldn't fuss about you keeping a suit on standby," she said, her voice just serious enough to compel him to look up what she was talking about later that night.

When Tony told (not asked) Peter they were doing "something fun" for his birthday that required flying out west less than 48 hours later, he asked if there were any Avengers Peter would enjoy having along on an adventure.

Peter had looked at him doubtfully, but had finally admitted he'd be interested in getting to know Natasha better, and he'd also like seeing Clint and his kids again, if they were available.

Daren had sighed and been visibly disappointed in Tony's life choices as he started researching and attempting to make things work out for the last minute trip, but had, of course, wrought miracles in the meantime, and they were all set.

"Your reservation for three rooms at the Lodge in Zion National Park was only possible due to bribing the desk clerk to give us last-minute cancellations," Daren said, his tone smooth, but his eyes judgmental. "Which, of course, you shouldn't mention."

"Do I look like an amateur here, Anderson?" Tony grinned at the young man, secretly thrilled that this particular executive assistant had become ingrained enough in their lives that he was permitting himself to show some sass.

"It's usually booked 6 months in advance this time of the year, but all of the insider websites insist the only way to have a pleasant, not-horribly-crowded hike is to stay inside the Park and get an early start, before the tour buses drop off their first loads. Of course, if you sleep in, and don't get started before 6 AM local time, all of the work to get you rooms in side the Park will be wasted, and you'll be sharing the trail with a lot more people," Daren said warningly."

"Calm down, Tour Guide Ken," Tony said, jerking his head to imply that Daren should follow him as he walked. "You'll send all this info to the kid once we're in the air, right?"

Daren nodded.

"You really think he'll let me sleep in?"

"No, sir," Daren said patiently.

"You know, you could always come along, like I said, and make sure we stick to the schedule," Tony said enticingly.

" Very unfortunately, three rooms was the best we could do," Daren said drily, "with the Bartons in one and Ms. Romanoff and her sister in the other."

"Hold up," Tony stopped and spun abruptly, almost causing Daren to crash into him. "Nat has a sister ?"

"Apparently so, sir. She said you wouldn't mind if she came."

"I don't know if I'll mind, but I'm not about to turn that down," he exclaimed, and started walking again, his thoughts flying with questions and possibilities. Focus up, Tony. "Well, you could stay in town with Happy, but then you'd miss the hike," Tony said speculatively, "what about—"

"I'm gratified you'd enjoy my company, sir, but hiking isn't really my thing—"

"You think it's mine?" Tony interrupted him back.

"—and the most pressing reason for me to refuse," Daren continued calmly, "is that I'm going home this weekend. My sister is bringing her boyfriend to meet the family, and my mother has threatened anyone who doesn't show up."

Tilting his head curiously at the E.A., who had never mentioned his family before, Tony smiled slightly. "Well, I'm not going to argue with anyone's mom. I'll stop bugging you."

"You're not bugging me, sir, it's just a very bad idea," Anderson followed up lightly.

"No problem, Daren. I appreciate the work you've put in. I'm sure it will be a great trip," Tony said. "Even if we're all in danger of falling to our deaths."

"You've watched the videos, then."

"Frankly, I'm surprised Clint's allowing his kids to come."

"He said they've done a lot of hiking and climbing, and will be fine."

"You've been thorough, haven't you?"

"Always, sir. There is a full complement of snacks, gloves, sun protection, and basic light hiking gear that will accompany you on the plane."

"Hiking equipment. My favorite," Tony deadpanned. He knew he'd brought this particular "adventure" on himself, but Tony couldn't believe he'd complained about an Escape Room and cheeseburgers on Peter's last birthday.

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Chapter 2

"We're doing what?" Peter's eyes were wide with disbelief.

"Is that okay with you?" Tony's eyes crinkled happily at Peter's surprise, and at the grin that was growing on his face.

"Well, yeah ," he said, "but how did you even know that's something I used to want to do? Oh, wait, did May tell you?" Then more to himself, as his eyes unfocused in thought: "I didn't realize she even remembered that." Peter jumped up and started pacing in the tiny space of the Quinjet. "This is like… just amazing! And Mr. Barton, and Cooper and Lila are coming too?"

"And Natasha's sister , if my information is correct," Tony said, raising his voice to make sure the former spy heard him.

Natasha was acting as pilot, and she threw a coy smile over her shoulder. "She's in that area anyway, and I thought you might be interested in meeting her," she said casually, talking loudly over the hum of the engines.

Happy was acting as co-pilot. He didn't enjoy actually flying, especially the Quinjet, so he'd been happy to hear Natasha was joining them. "You're great, Peter, and I'm happy it's your birthday, but I'm not hiking any mountain with you. I'll meet you guys afterwards for lunch," he said gruffly.

"I'm not that into hiking either, so I'd better get big brownie points for agreeing to actually take part," Tony teased.

Peter stopped pacing and he looked at Tony, his eyebrows raised in concern. "Oh. You don't have to come if you don't want to. I'm sure you can just hang out at the bottom, Mr. Stark."

Whoops. He sometimes forgot how much Peter hated being a burden to anyone. "When's the last time you knew me to sit around bored with nothing to do, kid?" Tony said, lacing his hands behind his head and leaning back. "Of course I'm coming."

"Oh. Okay." Peter smiled, a glint returning to his eyes. "Well, that's good. Because I was just thinking you could probably use the exercise."

"I plan this amazing trip for you, and this is how you repay me?" Tony blustered, trying to hide his smile.

"I'm just saying, sir, you did an awful lot of "supervising" at the training at the Compound last weekend…"

"Well, of course I did. What part of 'co-team-leader' don't you understand?"

"Still, you could use the exercise."

"He's right, you know," Nat shot from the front. "You haven't been keeping up with your cardio. I can tell."

Tony rolled his eyes. "Nobody's on my side here."

"Nope," Happy said, not even bothering to turn around.

Peter had been excited to see Cooper and Lila (who were really just a couple years younger than him, but Cooper was nearly as tall already) and Clint again, and the kids had been overjoyed to find their "Aunt Nat" on board, as well as having an opportunity to fly in the Quinjet.

"I don't why this thing excites you," Clint teased his kids. "It's not comfortable at all."

"But it's awesome ," Cooper said, as if that overwrote all other concerns.

"And none of my regular jets could land at your house, or cut hours off the flight time," Tony pointed out.

Clint just shook his head. Thankfully, the Avengers tech did cut a lot of time off the flight, and they were able to avoid the airport entirely. Somehow Daren had found them a private helicopter pad near Springdale, the town outside of Zion National Park.

They teenagers tumbled out of the Quinjet first, marveling at the scenery and teasing Peter about smelling "fresh air" for the first time.

"It doesn't count when you came to our house last time. You had all those geese with you, and all we could smell was them, too," 13-year-old Lila insisted.

Peter rolled his eyes good-naturedly, and Tony enjoyed seeing his excitement as he took in their surroundings. The landscape was definitely different from anything in New York, or even many of the other places he'd taken the kid in the last couple years.

There was a set of SUVs waiting for them, with drivers, and after a 15-20 minute drive, Happy leaned out the window to show their reservation at the Zion Lodge. It was one of the only ways private cars were allowed into the Park proper. Visitors were usually expected to ride the shuttle buses or bike/walk in.

Tony enjoyed watching all three kids' faces as they drove deeper into the park and they reacted to the sheer red cliffs rising around them. Well, when he could tear his own gaze away from them. He'd been all over the world, and somehow there were still places like this in his own country that he'd never made time to visit. He should really work on that. You know, in between trying to piece together a new Avengers team, and advocating for the New Asgardians, and doing whatever Pepper said Stark Industries needed him to. Oh, and basically co-parenting a super-powered teenager.

"Whoa, this place is awesome!" Peter said, easily hefting several of the biggest suitcases out of the back of the blue SUV. The other vehicle had left, leaving one for Happy to drive back into town. They shouldn't need a vehicle to fit them all again until they left in a couple days.

"Which rooms are ours?" Cooper asked, looking up in awe at the truly giant tree in front of the main Lodge building.

"Luckily, they're over here on the far end, and Anderson already checked us in online," Tony said. It was always nice to avoid showing his face in the actual lobby, especially if he had to use a credit card with his own name on it.

"The Bartons are together, as well as Peter and me. Nat, where's this mysterious sister?"

"She'll be in late tonight. You'll probably meet her in the morning."

"Yeah, bright and early," he said with a grimace.

"Hey, Mr. Stark, this place looks a little old. It's not gonna be like that road trip to Chicago, right?" Peter asked worriedly. "There are two beds, right?"

Tony raised faux-confused eyebrows at him.

Peter looked more concerned. " Right ?"

Tony shot him an evil grin. "I guess we'll just have to see," he said cryptically. "Besides, I wasn't the one sticking to people in their sleep," he reminded the kid quietly.

Peter rolled his eyes and flushed slightly. Sometimes he was so easy to tease.

"But how will we open the doors?" Lila Barton asked in confusion, politely ignoring their conversation. We don't have any of those key card things."

Happy pulled six generic looking cards out of his wallet and waved them. "FRIDAY programmed them before we left the Quinjet."

Even Natasha looked impressed. But if they were surprised, they should all remember how far Tony was prepared to go to avoid inconvenience or public excitement when he didn't want to be noticed. Which was more common now than it used to be. He'd found himself less and less interested in attention like that in the last few years. Probably since the wormhole, come to think of it.

The rooms were quaint, but seemed comfortable.

"Not exactly the Four Seasons, huh, Boss?" Happy commented with a smirk.

"Not exactly. But we'll make do. You gonna hang around, or go find your own hotel?"

"The one that I get all to myself? The one where you're not even in the building to send me on late night ice cream, or duct tape, or scrap wire, or spaghetti runs? That hotel room? I'll see you tomorrow after the hike," Happy said with a huff of derision as he turned to go.

"Save the drama, Happy Helper. You've been hanging around me too much."

Happy shot him a rare grin. "That bag of stuff Anderson sent for the hike is in Nat's room, by the way."

"Check. Sweet dreams, Sleeping Beauty."

Happy barely spared him a glance. "I'm going to go get dinner, Tony, not go to bed. I'm not a senior citizen, like you."

"Fired, is what you are."

"Now that would lead to sweet dreams," his Forehead of Security shot back. "I placed all the silent alarms that will kick in if you're asleep, but considering who you're traveling with, I'm kinda counting on you all to save yourselves, if it comes to that," Happy informed Clint more than Tony.

"Aw, Happy, what about Clint's kids, and Nat's sister?"

"No one's gonna touch the super-spy-twins' families, Tony," Happy said with a roll of his eyes. "I'm not sure she even sleeps," he said, his voice unconsciously dropping.

Tony shrugged slightly. Happy was right. Not about the sleeping thing, but about them protecting their own. Tony couldn't imagine how much more he'd worry about something happening to Peter if he wasn't enhanced. It was hard enough already. Sometimes the kid just didn't think , and did stupid stuff. He'd gotten better, but his brain was still 16, even if his body could hold its own against super-soldiers. Er, 17. Tony frowned. Why did 16 seem so much younger than 17? He was not enjoying the constant reminder of Peter creeping towards adulthood.

They'd gained a couple hours with travel, so even though it was only 4:30, everyone agreed they were hungry. Tony, Nat, and Clint donned their don't-look-at-me get-ups (mostly oversized flannels, even though the August evening was still plenty warm) and trucker hats, which had helped them blend right in at the convenience store they'd stopped at on their way in. Clint's was particularly clever, with a fake mullet peeking out the back the exact color as his hair. It looked ridiculous, but no one looked twice.

Natasha pinned her hair up with practiced speed and threw a light brown wig over her own hair. With her cute sundress, she looked the part of a suburban mom. She'd be low-key posing as Clint's wife, which made sense, as easily as she mothered his teenagers, especially out in public. They grinned and sulked through it in equal measure, and had a twinkle in their eye when the had occasion to call her "mom." Usually it was when one was complaining about the other.

Peter smiled uncertainly at first at their strange dynamic, but soon stopped paying attention. The food was good, and they got a table outside near the edge of the patio where the kids could watch the not-that-wild deer who had come to graze on the giant lawn as the sun dropped a little lower.

Tony had to admit he was enjoying the fresh air, too, and watched in satisfaction as Peter laughed and joked with the two Barton kids. He needed more of that. Ned and MJ were great, but it was nice for him to have other friends his age, too. At that stage Tony had been almost done with MIT, and had only had Rhodey in his corner. But he knew he was lucky to even have that, as difficult as he'd been as a precocious kid and teenager. Unlike him, Peter was easy to love, and had more sincere social skills. That made Tony feel content in a weird, twisty way.

That night Cooper and Lila came over to their room, and the kids played cards on Peter's bed (yes, there were two) until Tony finally chased them out at 9:30 local time.

"C'mon, Pete. If you want to be up at the crack of dawn to get a good start and avoid the heat and the crowds, we need some sleep."

"I couldn't possibly sleep," the teen protested, bouncing a bit on the bed. "Tomorrow's gonna be epic, and I'm so excited to take some pictures, and to do the last part of the hike with all the cool chains"—Tony tried not to blanch at that reminder—"and see if we see any wildlife, and it's gonna be amazing!"

Tony looked at him suspiciously. "Did you have caffeine at dinner?"

Peter huffed out a little amused refusal. "I'm just high on life, Mr. Stark. Whaddaya want me to do about it?"

"Put something on the TV I guess, and get ready for bed. At least lie down. I'm not hiking the death trail on less than seven hours of sleep."

"Since when does sleep matter to you?"

"Since I can use its lack as an excuse to sit here and rock on the porch while you all climb a mountain instead of just flying up on repulsors like any reasonable person."

Peter rolled his eyes, but did as Tony asked. Except he kept fidgeting and moving the pillows around while he watched the random 90's sitcom.

Tony got up to brush his teeth and turned the extra lights off.

"Hold still, Pete. I'm trying to go to sleep," Tony fibbed as he settled back against his pillows. He wouldn't actually be able to sleep until Peter was out. Not somewhere unknown like this.

Peter sighed, and Tony saw his eyes roll just a little bit in the flickering light of the television.

Thankfully, once he settled, the baby superhero only lasted about ten minutes before his breathing grew heavier and he stopped moving completely.

After about ten more minutes to make sure he was really out, Tony stood up to go turn off the TV, since Peter was snuggling with the archaic remote.

He paused next to the nearly-grown kid, and pulled the comforter up over him. He generally slept a little cold. Tony let his hand skim over the top of the boy's head, feeling the familiar softness of his dark hair.

"About ready for a haircut, huh?" he asked quietly.

Peter shifted his chin up, unconsciously pressing into Tony's hand a bit.

"Seventeen. Sheesh. Slow down a little bit, bud. I'm not quite ready for you to be even more independent than you already are. You barely need me as it is."

The next morning Tony found himself up far before the sun was, at least in this time zone. He didn't feel as bleary as the clock said he should, but even in New York, it was early. Everyone was dressed and gathered in Natasha's room, picking through the supplies Daren had sent, when Tony came face to face with a pretty blonde woman he'd never met before. Judging by the feeling that she could definitely kill him about 25 different ways, he was pretty sure of her identity.

"Ah, Natasha's sister, I presume? Nice to meet you, I'm—"

"Tony Stark. Yes, I know all about you. I am Yelena." She fixed him with a calculating stare.

Tony tried not to show his surprise at her comment, or visibly squirm under her gaze, but if she was anything like Natasha, she could probably read him anyway.

"Well, I didn't even know you existed until like two days ago, so I feel like you have the advantage."

"Mr. Stark, here's your bag. It's already got water, and gloves, and snacks and—Oh, hi! Are you Ms. Romanoff's sister, Yelena? She's been telling us about you! I'm—"

"Peter Parker. Yes, I know! It's so good to meet you, Peter Parker. Natasha has told me so much about you," she said, with a much more pleasant expression than the one she'd given Tony.

"Oh, awesome!" he said, his voice breaking just a little bit on the middle syllable.

Tony turned slightly to hide his smile. Yelena didn't look like Natasha, but everything else about her was reminiscent of the redhead, especially when she wasn't trying to downplay her confidence and abilities.

"Good stuff, I hope?" asked Peter nervously, pulling himself back together and handing Tony his pack. Yelena just smiled enigmatically.

"Tony, there's sunscreen in there," Peter continued, shifting his focus back. "You should probably put a little on, either now, or in a couple hours. Just in case."

"Kid, how many times do I have to tell you, I actually don't burn that easily. Phoenix was an outlier."

"Hmm."

"Everyone ready to go?" Clint asked, shouldering his pack, which he'd brought himself.

Tony sidled up next to him. "Hawk-y Puck, that bag looks like you're ready for a few days in the wilderness instead of a half-day hike."

Clint gave Tony an unimpressed look for one of his worse-than-usual nicknames, and said, "It never hurts to be over prepared."

"Well, it might literally hurt if you're carrying ten extra pounds up the trail," Tony said as they all shuffled out the door. Light was just starting to make the eastern skies glow, but a few stars were still winking brightly at them.

"Yeah, but I've got kids with me, and I guarantee one of them will need something if I don't pack it. Overpacking with kids is like insurance. If you have everything you could possibly need for different issues, those issues are less likely to come up."

"That's… that's not a thing, right?" Tony asked doubtfully.

"Realistically? No. But experience says I'm right," he said wryly.

The shuttles weren't running this early, but it was only a 15-minute walk to the trailhead, and the sky was brightening quickly as they crossed the creek and started climbing slightly.

The three teenagers were walking ahead of the four adults, chattering excitedly, and generally just having way too much energy for earlier-than-the-crack-of-dawn.

"So, Tony Stark," Yelena said conversationally. "My sister tells me you have been skipping out on training, and we have made a bet on whether or not you will need help to reach either the top of the trail, or possibly to reach the bottom, since your knees are quite old."

"Yelena!" Nat said, her laugh sounding half shocked and half amused.

"What?" she protested, sounding very much like a little sister at the moment. "He should know what's at stake!"

"Hold up, who bet I'd make it, and who bet against me?" Tony demanded, deciding that nothing in the world was going to make him ask for help on that trail today.

Clint and Nat traded guilty glances, but it was Yelena who answered. "You don't get to know. It might affect the results."

"Et tu, Clint?" Tony asked, glaring at the other Avenger who was obviously neck-deep in this little wager.

Clint just smiled and shrugged. "It's not that bad of a hike, Stark. I'm sure you'll be fine."