Um... wrong number, kid

Chapter 15

"So this is the kid we've all been texting? And some asshole has been beating him up?" Tony asked, attempting to piece it all together. Natasha nodded, grabbing a glass of water for a now bandaged peter sitting on the counter. Peter had insisted he could have done it himself, not wanting to inconvenience the redhead further but Natasha patched him up anyway.

At some point during their conversation, Clint had dropped down to greet them when he saw peter, who's eyes widened as though a light bulb went on in his head. "Your Clint, bird boi! Aka Hawkeye!" He'd exclaimed to an over joyed Clint for being recognized. "You know who I am?" Said Clint, smiling ear to ear. "Yeah! My buddy ned has a Hawkeye figurine! You guys are so cool" This caused Clint to do a little happy dance and point at tony. "Who's the old man now?" He'd declared proudly, earning an eye roll.
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"Well, we have a kid now, what do we do with him? Does he have parents?" Tony asked.

Natasha, Bucky, Steve and tony stood on the opposite side of the room from where Clint and peter were still chatting.

Natasha shook her head "he said they died when he was young, he lives with his aunt."

Steve spoke up, "he seems like a good kid" they could all agree on that.

Bucky spoke next "and we should probably do something about the punk who beat him up"

Tony thought for a moment " I could call the school?"

Natasha shook her head "I doubt Peter would want us to get involved. He didn't seem like he wanted me to know about it in the first place."

Tony sighed "then what do we do?"

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SORRY! I know this is short (and probably bad) but I haven't updated in so long and I feel bad so sorry for any grammar mistakes!! I'll try to update sooner!!