Brothers At Last

Chapter 1

(A/N: So in the Marvel world this story's going to take place after Endgame (in 2024), but in the Percy Jackson world it's going to be after Blood of Olympus. This is bc Percy was born in 1993, making him roughly 30 in Endgame.

Btw the only change in the Marvel world is that everyone's still alive bc yk...too sad... so Tony and Nat are alive, and Steve isn't a Grandpa.

But for this whole Story to make sense, I needed Percy to be younger, around Peter's age. After BOO Percy's around 17, so I figured that would be pretty close.)
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Clint posted up in is precious vent fort, waiting for the right person to come around the corner. He held a Nerf machine gun in his hand, aimed at the floor and ready for it's target.

"Yeah, so basically we have a ton of cool people here. I mean, there're a lot of things to do. Pools, punching bags, plus all the food you'd ever want," Steve's voice drifted into Clint's vent post. He grinned and adjusted his finger on the trigger and waited for Steve to round the corner.

"Cool, man. But...but I've got some people who don't like me, Steve." Clint didn't recognise the second voice.

"They're going to like you. He knows that it wasn't you, Buck."

Buck.

Clint took his shot and nailed Steve in the back of the Head with a red nerf Bullet.

"CLINT BARTON!" Steve looked up to the notorious fort that Clint was known for posting up inside. Clint laughed, jumping down from his post to get someone else. Bucky eyed Clint, thinking to see if he remembered him from anywhere.

"Hey. Sorry, man, gotta have fun around here." Clint looked at Bucky with a smile.

"Bucky, this is Clint." Bucky gave Clint a small grin; something he wasn't used to. The last time he could remember that he genuinely smiled was when he spent his time in Wakanda.

"Hi," Clint said, holding his hand out for Bucky to shake. "Steve's talked about you." Bucky shook Clint's hand, surprised that someone was being so nice to him. He hadn't felt compassion from another person in so long, a simple handshake meant the entire world to him.

"I hope it's been good," Bucky smiled, genuinely. He was excited that he had gotten this far in human interaction. His therapist told him that it was good for him to talk too people, but there were very few people in the world who were willing to strike up a conversation with the Winter Soldier.

He had almost forgotten how it felt to smile.

"Good, good."

"So do you watch sports?" Bucky hadn't watched a baseball game in so long, he almost forgot what it felt like.

"Yeah, yeah. I love baseball and I've kinda gotten into basketball." Bucky could talk hours about baseball, but even that had gotten harder. He no longer knew all the names and stats of the players, the most promising rookies, things like that.

Most of the players that had been around when he last watched a game were dead.

"That's crazy! I love baseball," Clint replied. Bucky wasn't ready to admit it to himself, as much as he wanted to.

He thought he was making a friend.

"I mean, the season isn't too far away, so maybe when it starts we could catch a game," Steve said, trying to help Bucky out.

"Yeah, definitely. That'd be so cool," Clint replied, grinning at Bucky and tossing the Nerf gun back into the ceiling vent.

"Hey, I'm gonna wait for Nat. Don't tell her I'm here," Clint said as he climbed back into the ceiling vent.