He Didn't See That Coming.

6.5

•••Interaction between Barney and Clint that I found :) [I know a little ASL so I understood what they were saying.] *shrug*•••

As the plane taxied, Pietro began to fumble with the seatbelt. He couldn't get it fastened.

"I've got it, honey." Clint whispered in his boyfriend's ear, clicking the restraint.

The plane began to tilt upward, scaring the shit out of the poor eighteen year old. Clint squeezed his hand reassuringly, smiling slightly.

The plane continued up, leveling out.

Pietro's ears began to hurt. He put his hands over them, looking at Clint with an alarmed expression.

"It's fine, honey. Just the air pressure. It'll go away." Clint moved Pietro's hair.

Pietro nodded shallowly, laying his head on Clint's shoulder.

Clint flipped up the armrest, scooting closer to Pietro so the younger could lay on him.

Within minutes Pietro's breathing changed, alerting Clint that he was asleep. He draped the light jacket tied around his waist over his love, pulling out his phone.

•••

"Baby, wake up." Clint gently shook Pietro awake.

"Mm?" Pietro woke, almost completely in Clint's lap.

"We're gonna land soon."

Pietro sat up, stretching the best he could.

His legs felt stiff and his neck hurt, but he felt otherwise well rested.

Clint had an arm around his waist, keeping him close. The plane began it's descent.

When it touched down, people immediately began to get ready to leave the plane. Pietro just sat patiently, unable to do much of anything in the small space.

People began exiting the plane, Clint helping Pietro to stand up before opening the overhead compartment.

He handed the crutches to his significant other.

Pietro stepped out into the aisle, quickly realizing there was no way he could walk with that many people in his way. Before he could move, though, something hit the back of his knee and caused him to go down.

He blushed and laughed, struggling to get back on his feet.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry!" A woman, no older than twenty apologized.

"I-It is okay." He assured, still trying to get his feet under him.

"Do you need help?" She meant well, he knew that, but it made him blush even more.

"No, no, I am g-good." He smiled almost falsely.

Clint lifted Pietro to his feet.

"T-Thanks, Clint."

"No problem." Clint pecked his lips.

The flow of people died down.

"Again, I'm so sorry."