Chapter 15-Bar fight
By: MysticFantasy
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"I demand a copy of the wedding tape." Clint declared.
"Sorry Clint. I burned it before the honeymoon." Natasha said with a smirk.
"DId you at least try to debunk the whole 'Cap can't get drunk' theory?" Tony asked.
"Tried. Never worked." Natasha answered. "At least it went better than the time Cling dragged him to the bar."
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"Steve, down it." a buzzed Clint ordered as he placed a shot glass in front of the captain.
"Another?"
"It's only...how many?" the archer asked.
"This makes number seven." Steve answered. "I think it's time for you to call it a night."
"I'm still good." Clint insisted with a slight slur. "Watch me go win a game of darts."
"Clint." Steve called but was too late to stop his friend who bolted from his seat and toward the back wall where a few guys were playing the game.
"Hey guys. I will bet all of you one hundred big ones on the next game." Clint declared to the guys who were roughly the same height at the soldier he was with but had at least another hundred pounds on him.
Not of muscle though.
"You're on little man." One of the men said with a smirk.
"Clint, you are not doing this." Steve declared.
"Back off." One of the men said giving Steve a shove. The man must have believed his shove was a big one but Steve barely gave an inch. "If he wants to lose, let him lose."
"Who said I was the one who was gonna lose?" Clint challenged.
"So confident." a second man said as he began to size up the archer.
"Hey. Back off." Steve warned.
Without warning, a third man snuck up behind Steve with a pool stick and hit him across his back.
The stick snapped in half like a toothpick but Steve didn't move a centimeter. This right away got the three men on edge.
Steve slowly turned around with an irritated look. In a flash, with one hand, Steve grabbed the front of the man's shirt and lifted him clear off his feet.
"Bad move." he said.
Clint found himself grinning like a mad man when he saw the big man fly through the air and land on top of his two friends. Two tables broke under the weight of the three men and everyone turned to stare in amazment at what one man was able to do.
The three men didn't seem to like being made fools of in front of everyone.
All three stood and charged at the soldier.
Clint ducked when one of the large bodies nearly landed next to him. The other two were tossed into a pool table and into the bar. Both the table and bar were cracked and broken.
"He's not normal." one of them practically yelled as he hurried to get up.
"Let's get out of here." another did yell.
Clint stood with a full grin on his face.
"We're leaving." Steve ordered before heading over to the stunned bartender. He quickly wrote something on a piece of paper and handed it to him. "Call this number. I can have all of your things fixed. Sorry about all of this."
The bartender remained silent as Steve collected Clint and led him outside.
"Cap, you are awesome!" Clint declared once they were outside. "You are the Man with the plan."
"Throwing someone onto a table isn't a plan." Steve said. "It's called 'keeping my friend alive'."
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"Did that place have video survallence?" Tony asked.
"I think they did." Clint answered. "I was so buzzed I didn't really notice."
"You actually let your guard down?" Natasha asked a bit surprised.
"I had Uncle Sam's nephew with me. I felt safe knowing he had my back." Clint answered. "You should have seen the way he took care of those guys. It was awesome."
"I'll find that feed." Tony promised. "Just watch."