The Right Side of The Tracks

•Chapter 3•

"Clint, this is nice and all, but you seriously didn't have to do this for me," Pietro said, as they walked on the Brooklyn Bridge. They had just ate dinner at a fancy restaurant, and were now watching the sunset.

"Relax babe. I just wanted today to be special," Clint replied, intertwining their hands. And he told the truth. He wanted the day to be special.

And it was. Pietro had gotten up bright and early and fixed blueberry waffles; his specialty dish. Then, they watched a few Disney movies, before going to spar in the training facility. It was fun, except when Pietro won.

"Everyday is special with you." Pietro smiled at Clint, who shared the smile.

"Have I ever told you how much I love you?" Clint asked, making the two stop. They were on the middle of the bridge, watching the sky change colors.

"Everyday Clint. Everyday." 

Clint smiled, and caressed Pietro's cheek, and finally, kissed his lips.

Pietro kissed back, wrapping his arms around Clint's neck. Clint used his available arm to grab the younger man's waist.

"Can I say 'I love you' again?" Clint asked, when the two parted for air.

"You may," Pietro answered.

"I love you so much baby!" Clint exclaimed, picking up Pietro by the hips and spinning him around. The two laughed together, not caring about the traffic.

"I love you too," the younger replied, kissing the blonde again.

•••

They returned back to the tower that night, feeling as in love as people in the summertime were. Yet, it wasn't summertime. It wasn't exactly dead winter either. Winter had just began in New York, and it got cold real quickly.

"How was the date?" Steve asked, as the two shook the snow off of them.

"It was grand," Pietro answered, his lips curled up in a half smile. He looked like he had mastered the Mona Lisa smile.

"Yeah, it was something. Anyways, we're going to bed. See you in the morning," Clint said, before grabbing Pietro's hand and leading them to their bedroom, where they collapsed on the bed.

"Damn, I didn't realize how much I missed this bed," Pietro put one arm under his head, and rolled over to face his boyfriend. Clint laughed, and rolled over on his stomach, and turned his head to face Pietro.

"Same here," he agreed, burying his face in a pillow. He smiled against the pillow when Pietro snuggled up next to him. About five minutes later, both men were asleep, their arms around each other, keeping them both warm.

•••

The only time the two woke up was to change into more comfortable clothes, and to get a blanket. Even after that, Clint and Pietro slept like babies.

The next morning, (a term used loosely as it was a little after dawn), Clint woke up to Natasha yelling in his ear.

"What the hell?!" he asked, quickly sitting up. Pietro groaned from beside him.

"Fury needs you," was all Natasha said, before leaving the two alone to put clothes on.

Clint and Pietro ran to meet up with Nick Fury at a cafe, that wasn't too far from the tower. When they finally got settled, Fury began to explain the situation.

"We have reason to believe that a Hydra agent is going on a killing spree in London. So, Shield has decided to send you two to deal with the agent," Fury explained, watching the curious looks on Clint and Pietro's faces.

"I'm sorry- what?".

Fury sighed, before saying,"you two are going to London for a week to stop a Hydra agent, who wants to be a serial killer."

"That...doesn't sound good..." Pietro mumbled to himself. He sipped his chocolate chip frappe nervously.

"It isn't, Maximoff," Fury replied. "So that's why you two are leaving tonight."

"Tonight?! Isn't that a little too early?" Clint asked. Fury shook his head.

"No. Now, I suggest you two get packed and get ready for a long flight." And with that, Fury left, also leaving a very confused Pietro.

"You heard the man. Finish your girly drink of yours and let's move out!" Clint joked, motioning for Pietro to drink. Pietro just stood up and took it with him.

•••

Clint and Pietro were boarding the me that was taking them to London, England. It was sure going to be a time.

If they survive, that is.