Clint Barton's farm

A Short Questionnaire

"This is your farm?" Bruce asked, surprised. "Why didn't you ever tell us something about it?"

Clint smiled. "It wasn't really ready. I mean- After all the stuff that happened with Hydra and S.H.I.E.L.D and Loki-" he glanced over at Thor quickly, who seemed to have a sudden interest in Bruce's hair-"I didn't have the required attention for it. But now I successfully finished the fields and bred the Mini-Avengers-"

"Mini-Avengers?" Tony asked.

Clint blushed.

Natasha groaned. "He named chicken after us."

"Not chicken. I named them after villians we fought. To be honest, I cannot stand chicken. But I have them. No- We're the cows!" Clint said, and beamed with happiness.

Tony burst out laughing, whereas Thor raised an eyebrow.

"We are... Cows?"

Clint opened his mouth to answer, but before he could say a thing, Natasha punched him in the face, knocking him to the ground. He groaned.

"I will NOT share my name with a cow. Let's go inside," she suggested, leaving Clint and the others standing- or lying- in the hot sun.