MCU One-Shots

Missions~ Hawksilver

AN: in my chapters with Hawksilver, Hawkeye or Clint is 26 while Quick Silver or Pietro is 20. I also wrote part of this on my phone so excuse some of the mess ups I was too lazy to fix. This took place right after Ultron, like maybe 4 months later. Bucky is there because I was too lazy to change the part when I realized he wasn't there.

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~Clint~

This kid is driving me crazy with his need to run around the tower and his constant need to bother me when I am trying to get important shit done, I groan when I feel the kid rush past me for the 100th time today "dammit kid quit it". I almost dropped my coffee because of him, and he does not wanna know what's going to happen when he does that "damn him" I sigh and walk down to Tony's lab "hey Clint" I grumble and sit down in a chair across from where he is working "Pietro getting on your nerves again" I shrug and watch him work. 

He laughs after glancing at me "what?" he leans on his work table "you don't regret it do you" what he's referring to is Sokovia when I had to protect that kid "he ran in front of me without worrying about himself, of course I had to drag him by the collar behind the bus too". I roll my eyes when Tony laughs again "but you don't regret it" I shake my head in defeat "nope, I don't think I ever will, he's the reason I know who my son is". My family has been a sensitive topic, but only Natasha and I knows that "how are the kids anyway" I shrug "I wouldn't know, we got divorced and she took the kids, though she has threatened to put Nate in my care since I named him after a guy that saved me and my best friend".

Tony shakes his head "well, that's new" he kept glancing at me "you looking at me every five seconds doesn't help me figure out your question" I mockingly smirk at him and he flips me off "I wanted to know if you wanted a drink, but now I don't know if I should give you one". He pouted like a child until I gave a half-assed apology, then did he slide the bottle and a glass over to me "thanks" he nods and continues working on whatever the hell that was. "this isn't going to be another Ultron is it". He rolls his eyes "shut up Barton" he jokingly points a finger at me and I put my hands up in surrender "seriously what is it" he smiles and lights up like a little kid in a candy store.

He then proceeded to tell me about his project for an hour, but I was to drunk by the end of it so acting interested was easier than usual "shit it's late, you should go to bed" I nod "yeah, yeah" I look back before leaving "what about you". He shrugged "I can last months without sleeping, tonight isn't going to hurt" I nodded "alright just don't pass out" he scoffs slightly and nods, still engrossed in his work. "you're hopeless" he yelled after me "you're not much better Barton" I laugh and grab the wall so I don't fall over, but jump when a flash goes by me "it's like 2am I didn't think old men stayed up this late" usually in my right mind I would ignore him, but drunk me decided differently "I didn't think little kids could stay up this late either".

I run a hand through my hair before heading towards the kitchen, suddenly not wanting to sleep at all "are you drunk" I shrug "had a couple drinks" I was maybe half drunk, so I would count that as sober. Considering I drank a bottle and a half i'm surprised i'm not blackout drunk, I don't drink much so I don't really have a tolerance for it "do you do this often" I shook my head not mentioning the part that before tonight I hadn't drank in almost 6 years "how often do you drink". I get it drinking at 20 is illegal which is why I wasn't really excited to tell him that. He was now interrogating me, this is just great "I don't" well two can play this game, just because i'm drunk doesn't mean i'm more open "why are you drinking now" I shrugged "home" just have to keep it as vague as possible.

Which is hard when I literally want to tell everyone that I hate my life right now "what's going on at home" I shrug and grab a water out of the fridge "you ask a lot of questions" he nods "and you avoid them" I nod "used to be my job, to avoid questions and pretend to be someone else". Well apparently I have no filter, I really need to get to my room "sounds like a sucky job" my legs won't move "it was, but I owed a favor, so I didn't ask questions and did as I was told" I smirk "kind of reminds me of you when we first met". I grimace "I still have a scar" he laughs "should've been faster old man" I push his head to the side when I walk past him "don't call me an old man you brat".