My fault (The true story of Ultron and a buncha chaos)

But I'm an Avenger

The 2012 Hawkeye comics are GREAT, y'all. At least issues 1, 2, 6, and 7 Hawkeye's great in general. He might be my fav Avenger currently, of the og six. Might.

Double sized chapter! You're welcome.

POV: Clint

"Hey Peter?" I asked, walking into his room and adjusting my bracer. "We can go now if you're ready-"

I look up and the room's empty. His backpack is off the hook and not in his closet. I leave the room, confused, and decide to check Tony's lab. Empty. Not even Tony's here.

It takes me five seconds and the faint garage door noise to realize that they left without me. THEY LEFT WITHOUT ME.

"Well, frig," I muttered, dashing up the stairs. I ditched my bow and quiver but kept on the bracers and arrow shafts on my boots, due to the lack of time I had. I wasn't wearing anything too intense, just a purple T-shirt with arrows on it and dark jeans, which I may or may not have worn just so the kids would be able to tell who I was. I mean, imagine how sad  they'd be if they only figured it out just as we left.

"NATASHA!!!!!!!" I yelled, pounding on her door quickly. She opened it, wearing a hoodie that used to be mine. "They left without me. Can I use your motorcycle?"

I asked because the last time I took it without asking she hid my bow and wouldn't tell me where for three weeks. The only reason she actually gave it back was because Nick Fury had to get involved for a mission.

"I'll drive," she stated after a few seconds. "Did he forget or did he not want to say no to Tony?"

"I would know, since I had time to check the security footage,"  I said sarcastically, following her to the garage. "How many laws are we willing to break to catch up to them?"

"I lost track of how many there are a while ago, so... eh," she replied, throwing open the door. "I'll follow one or two maybe."

"Great," I said, putting on a helmet. There might be cobwebs in my hair now, but I don't care. "Please tell me the speed limit is not one of them?"

"Do I look like I'm going to be careful?" she asked, kicking the stand off the ground. I dug the soles of my shoes into some part of the motorcycle and gripped her shoulders.

"Alright, let's go," I said, to which she immediately obeyed, lurching forward out of the garage, which started closing a little bit too early for my not-wanting-to-die-today tastes. I had a folded-arrow attached to my right boot, an emergency quiver on the inside of my shirt, and of course the arrow shafts on the inside of my bracers and all over my boots. I'm sure whatever security would let me in, because I'm an Avenger and all.

"Midtown High?" She yelled into the wind, apparently forgetting the helmets had comms and I already had hearing problems.

"Yup," I said about forty decibels quieter, to which she nodded.

"You're chaperoning field trips now, huh?" she asked, amused. I sighed.

"Look, I wasn't exactly busy and the kid needed someone."

"You're not doing it to see if anyone recognizes you?" I could tell she was smirking her Natasha smirk. I didn't reply and repositioned my feet on whatever I was holding on to. "You know neither of us are as famous as any of the others."

"You know neither of us actually have superpowers," I replied sarcastically as she swerved through a few lanes of traffic.

"Yep," she said. I rolled my eyes, about to reply as my phone vibrated in my pocket. Hoping it wasn't a spam call, I dangerously held it to my ear with only one hand on Natasha's shoulder.