Clint Barton's farm

The Van Ride

"Clint, where are you taking us?" Tony Stark moaned impatiently. He nudged Steve, who was starting to doze off, tired because the long journey. The van they were sitting in hit a hole in the street, and Steve's head bumped against the wall.

"Ugh," he groaned, and rubbed his forehead.

"And why does Natasha get to sit at the front with you?" Thor inquired, who moved around on his seat, uncomfortable in his modern clothes.

Clint turned his head to the back, and grinned. "You'll see," was all he said, ignoring the question about Natasha. She read a small sized book, flipping the pages back and forth, as if comparing things.

Bruce looked over her shoulder, grabbing the seat to prevent falling.

"Is that a bomb manual?" he asked slowly, looking at the pages with interest.

"Yep."

"You've got a bomb with you...?"

"Yep."

"Oh."

He coughed and sat back in his seat.

*

After a while, Clint finally stopped the van. He opened the back of the van, and grinned.

"Here we are," he said, excitement in his voice.

The others got out of the vehicle, blinking at the bright sun. They heard crickets chirping, and it was blazingly hot. Apart from the street, the could only see fields and a traditional farm house. Over the crickets, they could hear the distant noise of chickens. A cow wailed.

"Uh, Clint? Why are we at a farm?" Steve asked slowly.

Clint stepped in front of them, smiling with pride.

"Welcome to my farm!"