Arrows (Hawksilver)

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yeah updating early why? i have so many words :) this weeks chapter is brought to you by "Ihatemetoo" little phag. thinking next chapter might be more deadpool and spider-man for funnies.  

Part 4

(third person)
Pietro and tony sat in the white room, Pietro stood up, not fully trusting the man sitting across from him, knowing that running away would be his first option if anything went wrong. The room was quiet, too quiet.
"Your suspended for assumed attack," his voice ranging out in the room, it was like the final call for a death sentence. Pietro stared at him, willing himself to wake up.
"What? Peter said i did nothing! I did nothing!" Pietro was yelling, not trying to hold his composure.
"Well we have no proof, you could be black mailing Peter for all i know," his voice come out bitter full of hate and distrust.
"Oh wow, how old are you 7? You know what fuck you!" he ran out of the room, looking for the one person who he could actually talk to. Wonda.

(pietro) *after the fight*

I flopped on the floor of Wonda's room, I was mad. Very mad. I'm currently suspended due to the fact someone, Tony, didn't trust me. So apparently just because he's mr. boss man, if he doesn't believe me, Or peter, the one who he believes I harmed and to make things worse, I got called annoying again. I'm sorry that I can't control myself! Wonda sat on the chair across from me as I bounced my leg up and down. I hate holding still. "So your angry, wanna talk about it?" she asked giving me the look. "Well.... am i annoying?" my voice came out as a whine, something like a young child. "Well you are my brother," she said with a laugh. I felt my face wrinkle up. "That's mean!" I huffed looking up at her. She had a smile on her face. "Hey Nat," she said kicking my leg, she wanted me to end up with her. I sat up and smiled politely.

"So Piet, i was wondering wanna grab a drink?" she asked and i just blinked. Crap. I smiled. Wrong move Pietro! "Oh sure? When?" I asked and quietly cursed myself. Maybe it's just friends! "It's a date tonight maybe?" she said a sickly sweet smile resting her gentle face. "Date tonight? Perfect!" I said still smiling like a goof. Crap. my sister had the biggest smile resting on her face as Nat left the room.
"Shut the heck up. I'm screwed!" I hissed through my teeth.
"Why? You just got asked out by a very beautiful woman? So what? Screw Clint," she said with a chuckle a soft smile resting on her bright face. I felt my brain do that thing, the one where you agree to do something you hate to make someone else happy, even if it'll ruins you whole week. "Sure wonda, i'll go,"

*just before the date*
I stood in the main room, tight jeans baggy white shirt, Wonda tried to make me shave, there where a few cuts on my chin, I leaned against the table when i saw Clint walk in, drinking coffee at 7:30 at night. I shook my head as he walked up to me.
"What happened to," he point at my chin. "That?" he had a welcoming smile resting on his face.
"It's called a twin sister and a date," i said choking slgihtly on the last words. If only you knew what was going on old man.
"Who's the lucky lady?" he said his voice changing ever so slightly, just enough to make me feel like I might be wrong, about the straight man standing in front of me.
"Me, of course!" Natasha said as she walked in, wearing a short black dress that hugged her curves in all the right ways. "Oh" there was something cold in the way he said it.
"Well Piet let's get going!"

(Clint)
They left hand in hand, my gut sized up.
Am i jealous of Pietro? being with nat? Of course that's it. I like Nat, that's it. I don't like Pietro, like yeah he's handsome and kind, but that brat! Making a move on her....
I grab a can of beer and drank it slowly, feeling too much like my father, dealing with pain with bitter drink. Not being the man I worked so hard to be. But right now wasn't the time to think. I called Wade.
"Wade" I whined into the phone sounding like a young child.
"What?" Wade took over the role of a disappointed parent very well.
"Talk to me about how Pietro sucks," I left my voice being whiney, I was too tired to even try.
"Wow. your so gay," he said with a chuckle and i hung up.
"Shut up wade," i muttered into the now dead phone line. Not gonna cry. I walked away tears forming in my eyes, heading towards my room where i could just let myself break, let the tears fall from my eyes. 'Not gay'