The Right Side of The Tracks

•Chapter 4•

"Pietro! Just look at the view!" Clint pestered his lover, who had ear buds in. Pietro just rolled his eyes, before taking a quick glance outside. The view was spectacular, but he'd seen the view too many times to count.

"There, I seen it. Happy now?". Clint just scoffed, and leaned back in his seat, watching Pietro turn his head away. He rested his chin on his hand, his head facing the other side of the jet.

"Babe, what's wrong?" . Pietro turned to face Clint, who looked distressed.

"Nothing. Everything is fine," Pietro answered, smiling softly at the older male.

"Are you sure? You seem...different.." Clint said. Pietro just shook his head quickly, and turned back to his phone, changing the song.

Clint just sighed, before resting his head against the seat, and falling asleep.

•••

They had just gotten into a taxi, and were on their way to the hotel, when Clint and Pietro got the awful news.

"Damn it! Another person killed!" Clint exclaimed, scowling under his breath.

"Calm down! We will catch the person behind all of this," Pietro assured him, grabbing Clint's hand and rubbing his thumb across Clint's palm.

"So, you two are here to stop this serial killer?" the taxi driver asked.

"Yes, we are," Pietro answered, raising an eyebrow.

"Oh. You must be Hawkeye and Quicksilver, no?".

"Yeah, we're them." Clint looked at the guy through the rearview mirror. He had blonde hair and green eyes, but his hair was a light blonde, and his eyes were a bright green.

"That is nice. Do tell, what is it like as an Avenger?" the driver asked.

"It's okay, I guess. We save the world and all, so that's cool," Clint responded, trying to shake the nervous feeling in his stomach. Something about that guy was strange.

"Eh. I figured that much," the driver said, before pulling up by the sidewalk, in front of the hotel. "We are here, have a good time!". The driver looks at Pietro for a long time, before turning away and driving off.

•••

The two got settled in their room fairly quickly. Pietro was sitting cross legged on the bed, while Clint was sitting on a chair. The Sokovian was studying the file.

"First thing's first. We have to find witnesses," Pietro said, looking over the pictures that were taken at the crime scene.

Bloody messes. Blood was everywhere. The scenes gave Pietro flash backs.

'C'mon dude! We gotta' get out of here!' Adrien yelled, hearing security guards coming.

But Pietro just stood there, staring at the scene upon his eyes.

He had to shoot the guy twenty seven times. Irina's orders. Oh, how he hated it. A sick feeling stirred in his stomach, but he quickly hopped out of the hotel window anyway.

"Piet? You okay?" Clint asked, his voice seeming close. Oh, yeah. Clint must have moved while he was having the flashback.

'Y- yes, just...some flashbacks..." Pietro replied, leaning against Clint's chest as Clint held him.

"Fuck, it's okay. That's in the past, and everything is better now." Clint kissed Pietro's temple, soothing his lover.

"If you say so...".

But everything was wrong.