【 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗕𝗟𝗨𝗥 】𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐱𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

CHAPTER 2

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" So I take the tank," Rhodey says as he pours himself a drink. " Fly it right up to the General's palace, drop it at his feet, I'm like, ' Boom! You looking for this?' " He says, grinning proudly. You glance at Thor and then back at Rhodes silently. He's been telling you this story, but you honestly have no clue what it's about.

" ' Boom! Are you looking...' Why do I even talk to you guys? Everywhere else that story kills." Rhodey says.

" That's the whole story?" Thor asks, confused.

" Yeah, it's a War Machine story." Rhodey says, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

" Well, it's very good then." Thor laughs, " It's impressive." Rhodey turns to you as you sit at the bar next to where he's standing. You quickly begin nodding in agreement, you stop immediately when he turns away. " Quality save." He says awkwardly.

" So, no Pepper? She's not coming?" He asks Tony, quickly changing the subject.

Your dad shakes his head, " No."

" Hey, what about Jane? Where are the ladies, gentlemen?" Maria asks, looking around at Thor, Rhodey, and your dad. You roll your eyes, not interested in the conversation. You stand up and zoom behind the bar counter. Everything moves in slow motion to you, so you casually go over and grab a glass from the cabinet, grabbing some bourbon off the shelf and pouring a bit in the glass with some ice. Then you zoom across the room and sit in a corner, the room returning to normal speed.

You take a sip from your glass and immediately scrunch up your face at the flavor. "That's good stuff,"  You cough.

" Are you supposed to have that?" A voice says behind you. You jump, nearly spilling the alcohol in your glass, and whip your head around. "Oh hey, Clint! What's up?" You grin as nonchalantly as possible. " Yeah, no." Clint grabs the drink from your hand.

" Oh come on, I'm 19. That's close enough to 21." You reason, standing up to try to take the drink back. Clint moves his hand away and shakes his head, "Tough luck, kiddo." You sigh, giving up and plopping back down in your chair. Clint sits down across from you and takes a sip from the glass. He clears his throat, and says in a raspy voice, "Damn that's good." You roll your eyes lightheartedly, a small smile pulling at the corner of your mouth.

As the night goes on, you talk a little with guests, play pool with Clint, and try to sneak a few drinks from the bar. So far you have been unsuccessful. Apparently they don't just call Clint 'Hawkeye' because it sounds cool.

It's now well into the night and all the guests have left. You, the rest of the Avengers, Maria Hill, and Dr Cho are the only ones left sitting around; Thor's hammer sitting on the table between you.

" But, it's a trick!" Clint says, referring to Thor's hammer. You're sitting on the couch next to Natasha with your feet propped up on the table in front of you, a glass full of Root beer in your hand. It's about as close to 'beer' as you can get with Clint around.

" Oh, no. It's much more than that." Says Thor.

" Uh, ' Whosoever be he worthy shall haveth the power!' Whatever man! It's a trick." Clint claims. You chuckle under your breath, this is about to get interesting. 

" Well please, be my guest. " Thor grins smugly.

" Come on." Your dad says.

" Really?" Clint questions.

Thor nods, gesturing to the hammer sitting on the table in front of him.

Clint stands up from his seat and walks towards Mjölnir. " Oh this is gonna be beautiful." Rhodey says.