mischief and sarcasm

training...?

stiles was woken by the sounds of pots and pans clanging together at 5:30am, hawkeye strolled into his room with a shit eating grin as he made the racket.

"come on sleeping beauty time to show off your skills"

he laughed, pulling the pillow out from under stiles' head. stiles grumbled angrily and buried himself deeper under the covers. clint watched him for a moment with a frown as stiles made no movement to wake.

an idea struck him. he opened the balcony door and looked towards where a soundly sleeping patrick was. he looked back to the ball that was stiles and gasped dramatically.

"oh my god what happened to patrick? who did this?"

he yelled, stiles shot out of bed, almost tripping on the carpet as he hurried over to clint, fear written on his features.

is the bird alright?

i don't know?! what happened?!

"what. what. what happened?"

he asked frantically, when he saw the peacefully sleeping pigeon his face fell to confusion then anger.  stiles turned on his heel and stalked back in his room, refusing to acknowledge clint as he doubled over with laughter.

asshole
yeah. asshole.

stiles slammed the door and locked it, then he shot a grin to clint before pulling three curtains. clint's face fell. stiles blocked out clint's angry racket as he got ready for training. he threw on a loose shirt and a pair of basketball shorts along with black trainers he grabbed his duffel bag with his gadgets and chucked a couple in his pockets. he didn't bother letting clint back out, he did however phase through the glass to grab patrick.

thankfully the glass didn't have silver linings so he could actually grab his pigeon, sticking his finger up at clint with a smug grin as he went back through.

"you mother fuck-"

stiles didn't hear the rest of the sentence.

-

after eating a small breakfast consisting of coffee and fruit he headed to the training room where the rest of them aside from clint (obviously) bruce and tony were.

"where's stark? and where's bruce?"

stiles asked as soon as he noticed the missing avenger. nat furrowed her eyebrows.

"where's clint?"

"oh he's stuck on my balcony."
stiles replied nonchalantly.

"but more importantly wheres tony and bruce?"

this time he looked to steve for an answer.

"he's sleeping in... he uh- was up all night making a plan"

stiles rolled his eyes.

they were definitely fucking

void helpfully informed. stiles burst out into laughter making the others look bemusedly at him.

"anyway... bruce can't really train with us as he's a little temperamental when the big guy takes over so he's making gadgets, after this session your welcome to join him"

sam filled in. (it's been so long i forgot whose here... i'm gonna list them rq tony, peter, bruce, clint, thor, loki, sam, bucky, nat, wanda, scott, steve, stiles, is that it?

stiles nodded in acknowledgment and turned his attention to the training room.

"so uh- how do we train for this? like how do we train to fight aliens from space?"

steve walked over to a panel on the wall and clicked a few buttons, blank mannequins rose from the ground, startling stiles and peter. the others had clearly seen it before.

"we'll fight against these"
steve filled in, flipping another button. the figures got into a fighting stance.

"stiles, peter and (if clint was here) clint will be one team to begin with, i, nat, thor and bucky will be another. scott, sam loki and wanda are the final team until tony is here again... six will attack each team. it's your jobs to take them down as quickly as possible."

as he finished his sentence the doors slammed open. stiles lifted his head up and proceeded to burst into laughter at the sight of a living and messy clint.

"i had to scale along the side and crawl through peters window, almost dying in the process all because i was being a good friend and waking up stiles"

he barked, his hair was a mess and stiles couldn't pick himself up off the floor, every time he tried he'd catch sight of clint and wheeze before collapsing again. peter came to his rescue and helped him up.

"well your here now, and paired with the two of them. it's your lucky day"

nat filled in dryly. stiles' face dropped as clint smirked wickedly.

shit

shit.

-

the mannequins came at them hard and fast once the training began. stiles fought hand to hand with one for a moment before getting surrounded by two others. peter was quick to swing past- knocking one flat on the ground and kicking the other in the chest. sending it sprawling. stiles used his blue forcefields to shove the other into nat.

she death glared him before taking it down. clint surprisingly hadn't attacked stiles. that made him worry, he searched around for the assassin and almost collapsed again at the sight of him getting beaten up by four of the bots. stiles sadly couldn't crumble into the ground here because of the silver- instead he pulled out a small contraption he hadn't hat time to use... or test... and sent it skimming over the smooth surface.

once it was in distance of the group it went off with a loud whistle, water exploded like a water balloon from it, covering all five of them. the mannequins glitched harshly before collapsing in a heap, if he expected a pat and a smile off clint he was sorely mistaken.

the soaking avenger let out a screech before leaping for him, latching like a koala to his back and repetitively slapping his head.

"ah jesus christ! let go of me!"
stiles yelled, propelling himself up to the roof, clint stuck on.

"you mother of a reptile! you left me out there and got me soaked. you deserve to burn!"
clint yelled as he slapped his neck.

"peter help me!"

he yelled, the arachnid was quick to swing up and stick clint to the wall. stiles finally settled on solid ground again, glaring daggers at the other as he rubbed his now bright red neck. clint looked anything but sorry.

"that was low"
me muttered dusting himself off with a scowl.

the rest of the training went slightly better- aside from an incident with thor and spider-man where he chucked poor peter against a wall expecting him to stick- he did not in fact have time to.

stiles got everyone familiar with his gadgets and their abilities- giving a few for tests or using them in fights- like hitting nat with his adrenaline jump and turning her into an unstoppable force against any bot that tried to get in her way.

he gave bucky a miniature canon that fit on his metal arm easily, allowing him to fire a ball of light straight through the chest of his opponents.

so, after four hours of practically unrelenting training they decided to stop there for the time being.

stiles wasted no time running to the labs to join bruce- in only a few hours they'd leave to fight. he needed to be prepared.

heyyy guysssss.

so uh- sorry for the lack of updates. i will try keep up now if anyone reads this still. ummmmm yeah sorry.i accidentally left like the little thing for me to know what part of the story i'm at. hope not too many ppl saw it...