Metal Birds?

19: Regrets

#ifinallydidthething!!!!

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Natasha really didn't like how responsible she was. Being the most mature person in the whole tower was really quite annoying, as everyone ran to her at the first sign of a problem and asked for help. It's not that she doesn't like helping, because she really does like helping people. It's helping idiotic grown men who can literally save the world from robots and aliens but need help with their own boy problems that she doesn't like.

Of course, just because she doesn't like helping them doesn't mean she won't. They are her friends, sadly, and she always knows just how to solve their stupid problems.

For example, the day Stark and Rogers stopped fighting and took Peter to the hospital she went through the surveillance footage and pulled everything from the night everyone got wasted and put it in a tape so those idiots could see what really happened.

Now things were happening with the other gays and Natasha was quite upset, as she had set them up too. She knew it wasn't because of her though - her matchmaking skills are higher than those of any god - it was because those two idiots weren't going to be in the same place for a few days. Sure they had gone on separate missions before, but Pietro was younger and looked up to Clint a lot and they both liked to be close to each other. Being separated would be hard for both of them anyways, and the added stress from the sick kids and the hurt dog was only making it worse.

The day Clint left, Natasha took Pietro to the vet and sat with him while they put a cast on his dog's foot. She took him home and let him cry into her shoulder about Clint and their dog, and then she cooked him a nice meal.

That night, Pietro slept in her bed with his dog, both of them curled up beside her. She had nearly laughed when she went into her room after cleaning up the kitchen to find them in her bed, but she stayed quiet to avoid waking them. She slipped into bed beside them and let Pietro rest his head on her stomach, petting his hair softly for a while.

Around one in the morning, her phone rang. It was Clint.

"Hello?"

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*Earlier That Day*

Clint landed the quinjet in the field and ran to the house, nearly crashing through the door. "Laura!" he called, walking slowly to catch his breath.

"In here," came her weary voice from upstairs. He sighed and got a glass of water before heading up to Cooper's room, knocking quietly before stepping inside. He nearly dropped the glass.

The poor kid was paler than the sheets on his bed. He had a damp cloth on his forehead and a thermometer hanging out of his mouth. He was tucked under the blankets but his hands were free, though they were resting on his chest. He looked to be asleep, but Clint realized he wasn't when he looked over and smiled.

"Hey uncle Clint," he said quietly, voice weak.

"Hey kiddo," Clint said, walking over and sitting on the edge of the bed. He smiled at Laura before turning back to Cooper. "What's up?"

"I don't know," Coop mumbled. "I'm sick." Clint nodded sympathetically, patting his nephew's knee.

"Listen kiddo, you hang in there, alright?" Cooper nodded. "Alright. Me and your mom are gonna go talk, so how about you try to get some sleep?" He nodded again. "Alright. Sweet dreams, Coop." Clint leaned forward a pressed a kiss to his nephew's forehead before taking his sister's hand and walking her out of the room.

"He'll be fine," Clint assured her. Laura sent him a nervous look and he sighed, pulling her into his arms. "Remember when we were little and I got sick and we all thought I was dying? I was pale and hot and throwing up and it was terrible. But guess what? I was fine. It was just a bug."