Demi-Venger

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A/N: Clint barton will be deaf, he is 20 years old, blonde, we are basically doing the comic Clint with MCU based events. The avengers won't know really anything about Clint because he is pretty secretive and doesn't completely trust them yet.

Character rights go to uncle Rick and Marvel, however the plot is mine.

As soon as Clint woke up, he felt something was off. Something was about to happen or something bad was coming but he just couldn't figure out what.

Groaning, he climbed out of bed and stared at his watch, taking a few seconds for the numbers he was seeing to re arrange and process in his head. 9:45. Tony was going to tease him all day for getting up later than him "I thought spies were supposed to wake up early! Your in the wrong business" yadda yadda the same old garbage. Clint walked out of his room, which to be fair was more like an apartment and walked sleepily to the kitchen he shared with the rest of the Avengers team, daydreaming about what he was going to have for breakfast.

Apparently he was a little too lost in his own head as he walked past his teammates barely noticing them, reached the fridge, pulled open the door and stared blankly at its contents, his mind now forgetting breakfast and wondering where he his his last quiver full of grappling hook arrows.

A sudden tap on the shoulder abruptly pulled him back to earth as he spun around, flipped whoever touched him on the ground and was pleased when he felt the thump of a body slamming into the floor. Finally looking at his victim he found Tony on the floor looking up at him annoyingly, his mouth moving furiously but no sound coming out. That's right, Clint never picked up his hearing aids from his bedside table and put them in his ears so he focused on Tony's mouth "...calling your name out for a good few minutes, you don't answer then you flip me?! I supply you with a bed to sleep in Clint and this is how you repay me?!" Clint could tell from the glimmer in his eye that the last bit was a joke.

"Sorry, I'm not really a morning person and I got in late last night." Clint explained as he helped up Tony, making sure he pronounced his words as clearly as he could. He looked up too see the rest of the team, Thor watching amused from the couch, Tasha standing eyebrows raised from the doorway, Steve crossed arms looking down at them confused and Bruce fussing over a notebook in the corner.

"We we're all calling out to you." Steve stated then walked off to the couch to join Thor. Clint didn't say anything, just walked off back to his room, brushing past Tasha, still looking at him funny.

He was nearly out her way when she grabbed his arm and pulled him into the corridor. "Your hiding something" she said, well Clint assumed she said it but he just read her lips. "Who me? Secrets? Pft never." He replied a cheeky grin forced upon his lips, but realistic enough for her to think everything was fine.

What Clint didn't expect was her to then smile, not like a haha that was funny kind of smile because come on, it's Natasha, but more of a "I just figured you out and now I am going to use this new information against you kind" of smile. Only one that trained assassins and spies could really pull off.

Before Nat could say anything, If she was going to say anything, he calmly just quickly walked off into his room and locked the door. You'd never guess how nosy a genius, super soldier, assassin, a billionaire and Norse god could be.

Clint collapsed on his bed and put in his aids. "I cant believe I forgot to-"

"Forgot to do what?" He was interrupted by a familiar voice, yet one he hasn't heard for at least a year. He turned abruptly, expecting an ambush but was instead greeted by a floating misty image of a man with a white stallions body and a kind smile yet worried smile on his face.

Clint smiled wider than he had in months.

"Chiron."