"Did he do something?" Wanda asked, sounding a little confused.
"He refuses to keep pants on, he is not 100% as they say." I told her, crossing my legs as Pietro continued to protest.
"But why not? Pants are useless!"
I rolled my eyes, "It is rude and inappropriate to not wear pants in front of other people. Do you want to get arrested and be taken away from us?" I asked him and he stopped squirming and sniffled.
I flipped us over so Pietro was on top of me and I hugged him tightly. "Then keep your pants on," I told him.
Wanda rolled her eyes and went into the kitchen. Wanda came back with a plate full of toast.
"Thank you little rabbit," I told her taking a piece and ate it.
Pietro kept trying to take a piece of toast, but couldn't reach.
I grabbed the piece closest to him and held it above his head, "What do we say?" I asked in a teasing tone.
"Pleaaaaaaaasssse?" Pietro exaggerated trying to reach for the toast while arching his back.
I lowered my arm and let him take it.
I shoved Pietro off and I got up. I popped my neck and decided to walk around while Wanda watched over Pietro.
I found a locked door after a few minutes, I crouched down and picked the lock.
When the lock clicked, I carefully opened the door and crept inside. I turned on the lights and saw, instruments? I walked around the room, this was familiar. I wasn't sure why, but it was.
I was so distracted that I hadn't heard Wanda, "You used to play, we all did."
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The Wiped Hound (Avengers Fanfiction)
FanfictionAll Clint wanted was coffee, instead he got thrown into the trunk of a car, unconscious and without coffee. Perhaps he can reason with his kidnapper, who turns out to be another version of the Winter Soldier, and comes with a few connections and sur...
