The Life That Pietro Saved

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It was later, when the party started. About half of Peter's class was there. Right now a few members of the team were playing with the kids.

The party was outside and it was a warm day so the kids were playing with water guns.

Natasha snuck up behind Clint and squirted him with the gun.

He whipped around, dousing her with the weapon he held.

Pietro, who was just kind of hanging back and watching Clint was soon hit with a stream of cold water. Peter giggled and ran away.

The archer handed his boyfriend a water gun off of the table, and he quickly turned and squirted Peter.

Soon, it was every man for them self and everyone was soaked. Pietro waited patiently behind the small playhouse and soon he heard footsteps. He turned and emptied what was left in the water gun onto Clint.

His boyfriend laughed and shook his gun. "Empty. C'mon, s'almost time to eat anyway."

"Yeah." Pietro set the empty weapon on his lap.

The grass was tough to move on, but it made the concrete seem like heaven. The parents all chatted on the patio type surface, sitting at various tables.

"You got towels, Stark?" Clint gestured to his soaking clothes.

"Yeah. There's a rack of 'em by the coolers." Tony stood by the grill with Steve.

Clint walked over get towels and Pietro waited, fumbling with the locks on his wheels. He could faintly feel the sopping material of his seat under him and wondered how long it would take to dry off. Before he could come up with an answer, Clint returned.

The bowman handed his other half a towel, which was gratefully accepted and earned him a kiss.

As Pietro rubbed his skin with the soft towel he realized his jeans were extremely wet, too.

"Fuck." He muttered quietly, switching tactics and rubbing his jeans instead.

"What's wrong?" Clint looked up.

"So much water." Pietro gave a small smile.

Peter walked over with Matt on his arm, grabbing two juice boxes.

"What's up, kiddo?"

"Nothing, we were just taking a break." The boys sat on the bench at the table.

Clint pulled Pietro up a bit to put a towel under him. "There."

"Thanks." The russian laid his head on the assassin's shoulder.

Steve and some kid's dad talked over by the grill, Tony trying to tend to the food. The only problem was that he didn't know the first thing about cooking.

Luckily nothing happened.

Sam Wilson ran by, Tasha chasing him with a water pistol. They too were soaked from head to toe.

Clint's pager beeped. He realized that all the other avengers' had too.

"Aww, shit." Clint sighed.

The rest of the squad all filed inside to go suit up.

Steve hung back. "I'm sorry, but you can watch Peter, right?"

"Yes." Pietro looked over at Peter, who was running around once more.

"Thanks so much." Steve truly did look thankful.

There was an excited buzz around the guests when Clint came back moments later, in uniform, bow strapped to his back.