Metal Birds?

12: Spider-Kid

It was around noon when Clint finally went to join the rest of the people in the Tower. He woke up, rolled out of bed, put on a clean pair of pants, didn't even bother to put a shirt on, and went to join his friends.

The first thing he heard when he walked in the kitchen was, "Clinton Francis Barton!" in a sharp scold. Clint turned around and raised an eyebrow at the redhead.

"What do you want, Natalia?" he questioned in a grumble.

"Where the hell is that kid?" Tony asked himself as he walked into the kitchen. He looked at Clint and his eyes bulged. "What the hell happened to you?"

"That's what I just asked him," Natasha commented. Clint rolled his eyes.

"You didn't ask me anything. You just said my name. And what are you people talking about anyways?" Steve glanced up from his newspaper and he nearly chocked on his coffee.

"No offense Clint, but you look like you've been attacked by a vacuum cleaner." Clint, tired and confused and now a little pissed off, looked down at his chest.

"Oh."

"Yeah," the other three said in unison.

"I'll go put a shirt on then." Clint started to walk away.

"Wait!" Tony called. Clint came back around the corner. Through his laughter, Tony managed to get out, "But purple blotches are really your color!" Clint flipped him off as he left.

Clint returned five minutes later with a shirt on. He stood in the doorway and did a little spin.

"Now you don't look like you were attacked by a vacuum cleaner," Steve said with a smile. Clint smiled and rolled his eyes.

"Thanks Cap. I appreciate it."

"No problem."

"Anyways, back to the real problem at hand," said Tony with a pointed look to Clint. "I lost my kid."

"Who are you, Marlin?" asked Natasha from the top of the fridge.

"Who the hell is Marlin?" asked Steve from over his cup of coffee.

"You've never seen Finding Nemo?" Clint asked, feigning outrage. Steve shook his head.

"We can educate the Captain later, guys. I lost my kid."

"I thought you and Pepper broke up though," Bruce commented as he walked through the door. "I also thought you hated children." Tony gave him a confused look. "What exactly are we talking about?"

"He's not my actual kid," Tony began. Natasha cut him off.

"Stark lost the mutant teenager."

"He's not a mutant!" a mysterious voice yelled from the other room. Tony confused and slightly pissed off that he lost Peter, stormed in to see who was in his tower. Everyone else filed out behind him.

"Who the fuck are you?" Tony spat, glaring daggers at the masked person on his couch. Whoever was underneath that read and black suit was enjoying a churro and Tony was really not appreciating the fact that 1) there's a random guy in his house and 2) the guys DIRTY boots are on his nice CLEAN coffee table.

"I'm the mutant. Peter's not. Just letting you know."

"That didn't answer my question," Tony growled.

"Well, hi. My name isn't important, but you can call me Deadpool. You have a really nice couch, by the way." Deadpool turned to the side, as if he was looking into a camera. "He does have a nice couch, doesn't he?" He finished the churro and wiped his mouth before tucking the mask back into his collar.