this is not so bad || P. MAXIMOFF

[2. deal]

please read background chapter before this

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"mistake?" he scoffed, "mistake?"

"i didn't-"

"save it for when we're at shield."

he led you to the car and you got in, meeting coulson's eyes in the mirror.

"hey y/-"

"coulson, less chat more drive." clint snapped

"alright then-" he started the ignition and you drove off in an unusual and uncomfortable silence.

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the drive back to shield was awkward. like, seriously.

it was weird when your dad was (trying to be) mad. needless to say, he wasn't a very serious person. say the word 'come' in front of him and he's absolutely gone-

"we're here." clint spoke quickly and got straight out of the car, as if savouring the time he actually has to talk to you. that let you know you were in deep shit.

you followed your dad out of the car and walked behind him and coulson through the doors.

in silence, you got to fury's office and walked in.

"ah, you're the one who tried to stab me, no?" you felt your heart drop when you heard the same russian accent as before in the forest.

"you're the russian-"

"sokovian." he corrected. he had the stupidest fucking white hair you'd ever seen. he was hot as fuck, though. you mentally scolded yourself and tried to push those thoughts aside. he was wearing a tight blue shirt so the outlines of his muscles (and literal eight-pack-) were visible. leaning against the desk, his muscles were flexed.

"same thing." you retorted

"pietro, how about you go with coulson to... anywhere but here?" fury sighed, clearly easily irritated by the sokovian

pietro,-as fury had addressed him-not wanting to cross fury, nodded.

you felt a familiar breeze-like the one from earlier-and he was in front of you. he wore a really, really, really, really annoying smirk and winked as he walked by you, clapping clint on the back as he left. you could tell this guy was going to piss you off.

"barton." fury sighed and gestured to the seat in front of him.

clint rubbed your shoulder fatherly and left the room. as angry as he may have been with you at the moment, no one enjoys having a 'talk' with fury. plus, he's still your dad.

"fury." you greeted, sitting down.

"are you going to tell me what happened to day or what."

so you did. you told him everything. everything. there was no point whatsoever trying to hide anything from fury, and you knew that.