The Life That Pietro Saved

2.5

Pietro woke the next morning to Clint's voice.

"Baby, wake up."

"Net." He buried his face farther into the pillow.

"Honey, Tony and Steve got called to a meeting. We've gotta watch Peter." Clint's fingers raked through the silver hair.

Pietro moved towards the touch, letting out a noise of content. Clint continued to pet his hair softly, smiling slightly.

"I no do mudak any favors." Pietro yawned, rolling over to face Clint.

"Honey, do it for Peter. Not Tony." He sat on the bed by his boyfriend.

Pietro sighed, looking up at him through his eyelashes.

"Do it for me?" Clint pleaded.

"Agh, fine." The speedster rubbed his eyes, pulling himself up to sit.

He pulled himself to the chair with a struggle, falling into it and pushing with achey arms.

"What is time?" He looked up at Clint.

"Nine thirty, sleeping beauty."

In the living room, Peter bounced on the couch, loudly singing his ABC's.

Damn five year olds.

"Ah, fuck." Pietro rubbed his temples.

"Language." Rogers' voice corrected.

"I thought you were at meeting." Pietro glared up at the captain.

"We're leaving right now." Tony grabbed Steve's arm.

Pietro observed the hyper little kid, Tony, who was a person that he hated, and a blinding headache.

"Nope." He decided, turning around. "Today sucks, I going back to bed."

"But honey....Peter doesn't listen to me." Clint whined.

Pietro groaned, sighing loudly. "Okay. You owe me, Barton."

Clint let out a squeal of joy, kissing Pietro messily. "I love you, babe."

"Mhm." Pietro watched as the elevator shut, Steve and Tony leaving.

"Peter, I need you to stop yelling." He spoke in a tired tone, going into the kitchen to get coffee.

"Why?"

"Because I have a headache."

"Why?" Peter sat upside down on the couch.

"I do not know why." Pietro sipped the hot liquid.

"Okay." Peter chirped, watching the cartoons.

"Was that so hard that you must waken me?" He hissed.

"Sorry, baby. You're like the kid whisperer. He actually listens to you." Clint put his hand on Pietro's shoulder.

He stole a sip of his boyfriend's coffee, earning a low growl. "Get your own."

He huffed, trudging to the coffee maker. He drank straight from the pot, as usual.

"What're we gonna do today?" Peter chirped, sprawling across the couch.

"Nothing." Pietro sighed.

"It's Saturday! We can't just hang around the house." Peter whined.

"Yes, we can." He replied shortly.

"C'mon, honey. He's a kid, he's not gonna lounge about all day." Clint crouched beside him.

"I sore, though."

"C'mon." A playful grin danced upon his lips.

"Clint..." He groaned.

"Pietro..." Clint teased.

"Fine! Where do we go, then?"

"I dunno, he's a kid. The zoo, maybe?"

He sighed heavily, hanging his head in contemplation. "Fine. We go to zoo, then."

Clint squealed excitedly. "We're going to the zoo!"

Peter jumped up, just as excited as Clint.

"You are such a child." Pietro sipped the coffee from the mug. "Are you not least bit worried about fans?"

"Paparazzi? At the zoo? Nah."

•••

The fangirls found them at the lion habitat.

Some fawned over Pietro like he was a small child, others flirting with Clint. The flirting did not go over well with Pietro.

Five minutes after the crowd formed, he forgot all the valid reasons they were keeping their relationship a secret. His skin itched with jealousy.

Finally, he'd had enough. He turned abruptly, grabbing Clint's collar and yanking him down for a kiss.

The crowd went silent. Cameras flashed.

"You are mine." He hissed, pulling away.

Clint was still kneeling before him. He nodded. "I know."

"Kinky!" Someone screamed.

Clint and Pietro's phones buzzed out of control.

It was already all over twitter.

'Oh my god! Found this at the zoo! #hawksilver' One tweet read.

A video of them kissing had already went viral.

'Ew. #faggots' A not so nice one said.

"Shit. C'mon, babe." Clint stood, picking up Peter and stalking off.

•••Ridiculously short but I didn't want to delete the chapter and I didn't want to continue it so oh well.•••