The Right Side of The Tracks

•Chapter 2•

"Okay, so I was thinking about having a nice dinner at this fancy restaurant and then you two take a walk on the bridge, because, you know, since he loves watching the sunset."

Tony was explaining the date to Clint; the one that he had to plan for him.

"Fan-fucking-tastic!" Clint yelled. Steve gave him a concerned look.

"What the hell are you yelling about?" Natasha asked, walking into the kitchen with Wanda hanging onto her.

"I planned- I mean, Tony planned out a date for Pietro and I," Clint answered, smirking in victory. He was victorious for finally having something planned.

"Oh yeah, your one year anniversary is coming up," Wanda recalled, grabbing herself an apple.

"What are you all talking about?" a small voice asked. The five turned around to see none other than Pietro Maximoff, still in pajamas and having a serious case of bed-head.

"What the hell- I mean, what are you doing up so early..?" Clint asked. Pietro raised an eyebrow.

"It's eleven. Why wouldn't I be awake?". Clint turned red.

"I-um...I....love you," Clint said, hugging Pietro close to him. Pietro looked confused.

"Erm...I love you too..." he replied, before getting out of Clint's grip and going to his sister. Clint immediately wrapped his arms around Pietro again, getting a huff from the younger male.

"So, I was thinking about taking a walk in Central. Want to come, Pietro?" Steve asked, standing up from his chair.

"Sure, just let me change," Pietro answered, and in less than a minute, came back wearing a hoodie and a pair of sweatpants. "Let's go!" he exclaimed, giving Clint a quick kiss and Natasha, Tony, and Wanda a wave, before leaving with Steve.

Tony sighed in relief. "The rings are supposed to be here any minute now," he explained, before Pepper showed up.

"Here you are. And Tony," Pepper put her hand on Tony's shoulder, "don't screw up." She smiled, before leaving again, in a hurry.

The black box was left on the countertop. The four stared at the box.

"How are you going to propose?" Natasha asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Simple; nice dinner, long speech, down on one knee...maybe add in my suit." Tony smirked at the idea.

"Oh God. Don't you think Steve hates when you fly him around? Last time was..um.." Clint started, before being cut off by Wanda laughing.

"Please don't remind me," Tony said, plopping down on a chair and putting his head in his hands.

Last time Tony had flown with Steve was also the time Steve got shot. Tony had to fly him to the hospital, and also deal with a grumpy Steve.

"Sorry, sorry. Just reminding you," Clint apologized.

"Anyways...I think it's sweet that you two dorks are getting married," Natasha smiled, as Tony grabbed the box.

"You wouldn't believe how many people I've caught staring at Steve," he said, growling. He was possessive when it came to the blonde haired super soldier.

"Well, don't fuck it up. Understood?" Natasha asked, giving Tony the death glare.

"Yes, I won't fuck anything up this time," Tony answered.

"Good.." Wanda said, smiling at Tony. She knew Steve loved him with all his heart, so she tried to be nice to him.

"Well, I'm going to take a nap," Clint said.

"You literally just got up two hours ago!" Natasha argued. Clint just shrugged and went to his room.

"And, there he goes," Wanda joked, giving Natasha a kiss on the cheek.

•••

Steve and Pietro got back to the tower around one. Clint was still taking his nap, so Pietro just hung around Wanda most of the day. Clint woke up around five, to his alarm.

"Jarvis, where's Pietro?" he asked.

"Mr. Maximoff appears to be in the lounge, Agent Barton."

"Thanks, Jar," Clint thanked, before climbing in the vents. About five minutes later, he was tackling Pietro in a hug.

"Clint, get off of me!" Pietro snapped, trying to push the heavier male off of him.

"Never!!" Clint replied, before kissing Pietro passionately. Pietro kissed back.

"I love you~" Clint whispered, as he sat on the couch, pulling Pietro onto his lap.

"I love you too," the younger man replied, nuzzling his face in Clint's chest.