Not your Fault

Chapter 3: Peace in our time

Destroyed.

That was the only word I could use to describe the entirety of Tony's iron legion, designed to protect citizens insuring they stay safe while the rest of us kick ass.

Scratched, torn, shattered, each bot came back worse than the previous. Sokovia didn't trust the Avengers, this was clear.

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"How's he doing?" Bruce asks, his eyebrows furrowing as Tony struts out of the lab on his way to attend to Clints needs leaving Nat and I with the wounded archer and the miracle doctor.

"Unfortunately he's still Barton." Tony's sarcastic voice echos, a small smirk reaching my face as Clints middle finger aims at the brunette through the window.

"That's terrible." Banner replies catching Clints eye upon entering the lab a slight grin on his face.

Sitting beside the injured Barton my foot taps impatiently as Dr Helen Cho allows her machine to create tissue, healing Clints wound with pure science, something I had zero clue about.

"Oh he's flatlining. Call it. Time?"

Returning with Clints request, Tony's famous green smoothies, Tony chuckles at his own joke.

"No no no. Im gonna live forever. Im gonna be made of plastic."

Gratefully accepting the green smoothie, I scoff at Clints reply.

"You'll be made of you Mr. Barton." Cho smiles. "Your own girlfriend won't be able to tell the difference."

"I don't have a girlfriend." Was Clints reply, avoiding eye contact as he sips his beverage.

Catching Nat's eye we both grin, hiding our smirk with our drinks.

Clint didn't have a girlfriend, he had a wife and two kids. Although no one else knew that apart from Natasha and I, Clint had begged SHIELD to keep them off the radar allowing for privacy and safety for the family. But Nat and I had visited multiple times, so much the kids had begun calling us their Aunties, which was adorable. It's the closest we will ever come to having our own family I guess.

"That I can't fix." The doctor replies with a light smile before turning back to Stark.

"This is the next thing Tony. Your clunky metal suits are gonna be left in the dust." She brags shrugging her shoulders.

"That is exactly the plan." Tony replies charismatically.

"And Helen I expect to see you at the party on Saturday." He adds.

Choking on my drink I turn to glare at Stark.

"Party?" I question.

Tony's eyes dart to my face frowning at me, confused at my confusion.

His frown exchanged for a mocking smirk, he chuckles.

"Well Skye, kid you were too busy having a little nap on the jet to hear my invitation." His voice high pitched as he mocks me.

"Ok Tony, old man I was sleeping because I had just used my energy to fight soldiers while you were playing poke and slap with a forcefield." I retort causing Nat to stifle a laugh.