Arrows (Hawksilver)

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hey what's up y'all ready for part 2? now i can't remember if it this part of the next that is gonna be triggering but I'm just warn for both. the song is from a band called "real friend" I've given up on you. btw i spent a week on this chapter! next chapter is gonna be heart breaker

(Pietro)

I was bored and had a new plan to get Clint to notice me, this time Wonda was there to help me out this time though, the plan was simple, take a handful of little things out of his room, something so he would have to talk to me. I grab random things then jog down the call putting them in random places, doing anything that might make him talk to me. Wonda walked out holding a hoodie. I smirked and pulled it over my head. It hung off my frame. "Let's go," I said running to get to my room, hoping I wouldn't be caught just yet, I wanted to keep this jumper for as long as I could.

(Wade)

My phone buzzed a few times.

Ignore it! Do we really want to get up

Of course, we do. Pick up!

It quickly becomes an argument I picked up to Clint.

"Oh, I do want to pick up!" I said with a slight laugh. I waited a few seconds for him to say something. Anything.

"What do you want!" I yelled into the phone glaring at the screen.

"Did you steal shit again Wade?" he said my name with a chunk of distaste and annoyance I sighed heavily.

"Nah, can I come over? I wanna find spidey-boy! The boxes agree!" I said into the phone, waiting for the normal no, but he huffed out an okay.

(Clint)

I was missing quite a few things from my room, clothing mostly, and the odd book or two. Pietro

I walked down the hall to the younger boys room, I looked at the closed door, and I knocked on the door, waiting for it to open. There was a crash and a closest opened and slammed shut, he opened the door, his hair a mess, and his face red. "Did I interpret something?" I asked a pang of jealousy eating at my gut. I looked around his room, the covers had been kicked off his normally clean room, the window was wide open, and the lights had been dimed. This was making me mad, not that I really had the right to.

"Huh?" he asked looking very confused like he didn't understand what he'd done, I felt the anger take over my mind at this point. I rolled my eyes. "You're busy with someone, huh, bit young for a kid, hey? Whatever," I turned on my hills and walked towards my room. As I step in wade climbed through the window.

"Wow the writer must really dislike you," Wade said in his normal confusing manner I could ask but I already knew it was better to just leave it. Wade walked towards the door. "I want spidey-boy!" he whined leaning against the door, with a hint of drama queen poking through his actions. I couldn't help but roll my eyes. "Give up Wade, he's not your type," I said, giving him a funny look. "You'd have better luck with Bucky or even Cap as if Tony would let you near the kid!" he gave me the look, despite the fact that he was still wearing a mask I knew he was not a happy camper. I tried to ignore the gut-wrenching jealousy that was eating me alive. Wade gave me a look, one that he was reading me like I was just a book charter.

"What?" I asked looking at him with a slight pang of anger, why was this kid getting me so unraveled?

"What happened?" he asked for a second worry slipped through his voice, "did you run out of crack? I can get you some!" it was quickly covered though, that's wade for you. I shook my head. "Let's go find spidery, and before you ask no, I'm not telling you his real name, don't ask!" I huffed and walked down the hall, a pang of Jealousy and anger hitting my gut like a punch as we walked past Pietro's room. "Don't make a mess Deadpool," I said glancing at my friend, as he poked his head into random rooms. I saw Steve and peter standing in the "main room" talking about something. Peter jaw went slack and he stopped talking, his lips forming a grim line. "Where spidey!" wade asked the two Peter looked up at steve. "Uh Peter, why don't you go get him?" Steve pushed the younger boy out the door. "Wade stay here please," Steve said giving me an angry look like it was my fault that the kid wasn't ready at all times. There were a few minutes until peter now walked out in his spidey-suit. "SPIDEY!" wade yelled clapping his hands. I sighed, some friend wade turned out to be. He was more instead in spidey then anything we were going to talk about when I called him.