Spiderson Oneshots [HIATUS/VERY RANDOM UPDATES SORRY!]

Who the hell is he?

Hey guys! Long time no see huh? I'm so so so sorry for not updating I've just had a shit ton of writers block and stuff in my personal life that have stopped me but I'm back so yeah! This is a chapter I've had hanging around unfinished so here you go, enjoy! (Part Two to who the hell are you?)

It was a long time since Clint, hell any of Team Cap, had even seen the Compound! Clint had almost forgotten what it looked like. Almost. There was a rush of relief as the limo drove up to the front door. Clint smiled. It was good to be home. Tony greeted them at the doorway. "Capsicle, Katniss, Natasha, random dude I don't know the name of, other random dude I don't know at all, Hermione, everyone else welcome back!" Clint pouted when he heard his nickname, but didn't say anything. After all he was finally back at the compound, what more could he ask for? He stopped himself from drifting over to his family.

It was late at night when they had arrived but no one wanted to sleep, so instead the now reunited Avengers sat in the living playing video games and talked with one another. Clint decided he was hungry and made his way to the cupboard to look for for food. He overheard a debate about Mario Kart and decided to put his 2 cents in. "Seriously though Nat, if you can't play a video game why play it? I mean if you're really determined, go ahead try and get better but if not just go on another game..." Clint let out a quiet 'yes' when he found the packet of poptarts. He quickly slid the treats in the toaster and pulled the lever down. He could've sworn he heard a door open somewhere but he dissmissed it. It was a door they open all the time.

Tony was continuing the video game argument with Nat and he heard his comment. "I mean seriously if you can't play Mario Kart why play it?" To which Clint replied. "Thank you! See Nat?" He smiled as the familiar 'pop' of the toaster sounded. The archer quickly went to retrive his snack when he accidently touched the metal part of the toaster. Clint quickly recoiled his hand in pain as he suck his burnt fingers. A string of rather offensive curses lept out of his mouth as he cradled his hand. Everyone laughed at the sight. He found a small smile spread across his face at the scene, the Avengers as one big happy family again, it was nice.

The next morning as Clint was drinking his coffee, a kid, probably no older than 14, walked in. He wore loose pijamas and was still rubbing his eyes and yawning when he spoke. "Hey dad? I had this crazy dream where the Avengers were here and Hawkeye burnt his hand on the toaster trying to get poptarts....." The teen trailed off when he realised he had an audience. It wasn't clear who he had called dad but given Tony's aura of awkwardness it was probably directed at him. Clint cringed internally when the kid mentioned the poptart incident, he wasn't going to live that down anytime soon. Tony's kid then plastered on a look of 'I'm so done with this shit' and announced. "You know what I'm going back to sleep." He turned on his heel and left leaving Earth's Mightiest Heros at a loss for words. But after fully processing the situation Clint cried out. "HE SAW THE POPTART THING!?"

Well it's totally not like half past 12 at night when I finished this. Sleep? What's that? 

Anyway my insomnia aside expect a new chapter soon! Bye!