The Time That is Given Us

Chapter 2: Or Something.

Hi! Sorry ya'll had to wait so long. In other news, I got a job today! :D

So, important information : the whole elevator usage request thing is bc I decided to have Tony require people to ask permission before using the elevator during like hurricanes and stuff due to safety or something.
And then I couldn't figure out a way to work that in, so I'm just telling you here.

Anyway, happy reading!

Disclaimer: I'm not Shannon Messenger or a Marvel writer/executive. Done.
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Tony's pov

"Sir, we have an elevator usage request" JARVIS announced.

Tony looked up from the thruster-gauntlets he was currently modifying (he wanted to get efficiency up at least 10%).

"Everyone's already upstairs," he answered flatly, turning back to his project. "And no one's stupid enough to try to leave in the middle of this storm, so it can't be anyone who's supposed to be here, so the answer's no."

"It's Mr. Barton, sir," JARVIS replied. "He seems to have returned earlier than expected. Along with a guest."

Tony stopped fiddling with his screwdriver, surprised. Clint wasn't supposed to be back until tomorrow, although- wait did he say guest?!

Tony groaned. "If Barton brought a date here in the middle of a hurricane, I might actually kill him."

"I find it highly unlikely that Mr. Barton is engaged in a romantic relationship with his guest, as the guest in question is young teenage boy," JARVIS interjected. "Also, Mr. Barton has asked me to tell you that if you do not allow him use of the elevator soon and he is forced to use the stairs, then he will be obligated to photograph you in an embarrassing situation and to release that photo across the internet."

"Alright, let him up," said Tony, wondering if Barton's "guest" was someone he picked up on his mission, a-la-Natasha-ex-assassin-style. He hoped not. Although technically, Natasha was still an assassin, she was just on their side now...

Tony's thoughts were interrupted when he heard the 'ding' of the elevator doors opening and a "what happened to you?" coming from what sounded like Bruce.

Curiouser now than he had been before, Tony abandoned the gauntlets in favor of seeing what happened to Clint and who his mysterious guest was.

.......slight time backspace and pov change!......

Bruce's pov

Bruce had been sitting on the couch, minding his own business while reading a fascinating book about quantum physics by a Dr. Hank Pym, when the elevator opened and out stepped a soaking wet Clint and another soaking wet person who looked to be a teenage boy.

"What happened to you??" Bruce asked, startled. "Did you walk here or something?"

"Or something," replied Clint, shaking his head like a dog and flinging water everywhere. "We ran, mostly, because I mean there's a literal HURRICANE out there, but you know, I'm fine. We're fine."

Then Tony walked in, and after staring silently at Clint and the teenager for a moment, all he said was; "You're dripping all over my floor."

The teen tensed slightly, and looked over at Clint, obviously worried about wether or not Tony was serious. Clint, however, just rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, well, I wasn't exactly PLANNING on ending up SOAKING WET, but since I am, I can't exactly not drip on stuff, now can I?" The archer replied sarcastically. "Besides, it's not like I went and sat down on your fancy expensive couch," Clint added with a shrug.