You Can Just Call Me Spidey

The Vent Lair™

So this is a very special chapter

I got this idea from 

Crescentpaws

MARVELFAN_3000

peterlovesflash 

I_Love_You_3000

JackSapphire 

on Wrong Number Kid by BlackShadow030930 (The chapter was Cover Story if you want to see the original conversation)

Anyways, we were discussing why Clint was always in the vents in fan-fictions and figured it was from his past in SHEILD. But then, MARVELFAN_3000 (sorry for outing your genius if you're reading but it must be said) remembered it was from the first Avengers' movie where we see Clint up in the vents watching everyone. And thus, my life is forever changed. On with the prompt!

"We now know one of life's greatest mysteries like Clint in the vents I wanna book about Clint's life in the vents or a whole movie about his vent lair"

"Just Clint life in the vent lair and like a full-on map and how he lives there and trains in some forest and has a wolfo friend."

"And he training his kids the vent life and him watching the Avengers"

"Like it's a tv sitcom"

  -Crescentpaws 

So like thank you what the heck I love you all (That was fast) may the bread genie bless you all with the greatest baked goods.

And finally... The one-shot!

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Endgame? Never heard of her... Infinity... War? Is that what you say its called??? No, I don't say I know who that is...

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Debriefing after the battle was always Clint's least favorite part of being an Avenger. It was just... so... boring. So sometimes he would take out his hearing aids and just watch everyone's facial expressions because let me tell you, the Avengers were some of the most dramatic people Clint had ever met. 

(A/N: Fun fact, Clint lost his hearing twice after it was restored in his rebirth on Franklin Richards' Counter-Earth in the comics) 

Clint was pretty good at lip-reading, he had to be an agent for SHEILD, deaf or not to catch important messages from far away. Comms would probably be simpler, he sometimes thought. But then he always remembered, he was deaf. Then he would feel sad for about a millisecond before laughing it off. Because being deaf had its perks. Especially in debriefing, when the Avengers would quiet after an important topic was struck, and Clint could pretend he thought the conversation was over and could jump up into the vents and scurry away like the little rat he is. No one would follow him because they fill him in later. Even more, though, no one would want to crawl around in the probably dusty vents.

Of course, the vents were dusty. For some part. About fifty feet away from each entrance, which was about as far as anyone has ever made it into the vents before turning back, the vents got significantly larger and cleaner. In fact, it looked like the walls of the vents, which were now large enough to walk through, were cleaned every day. And they were. But nobody knew that, did they? No one except for Clint.