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chapter 4 - you

Clint's POV:

It has been exactly 2 years, 6 months and 5 days since Pietro and Wanda moved into the tower. Ever since then the balance of the team has shifted slightly. Usually I would be guard dog in missions, looking out for the bad guy. But that silver haired runt of a boy has taken it upon himself to be my guard buddy.

Ridiculous. I don't need any help. I am perfectly capable of being lookout without some boy breathing down my neck.

"You thinking about me?" A thick accent pipes up behind me. I try not to look in those perfect blue eyes of his. Why does someone so annoying have to be so cute.

"If I was I wouldn't tell you." I remark. "Now get back to your post I won't have you ruin another mission. Cap entrusted me to lead this one whilst he looks after Peter."

"Whatever you say old man!" He speeds off, taking out multiple enemy attackers on the way. Over the Comms I hear multiple gun shots, and the familiar grunt of the hulk.

"Natasha we are pretty much wrapped up here. Time for a lullaby." I jump down from my perch and walk past the fallen guards with a smirk. Honestly hydra agents are the worst fighters in existence.

"Pietro, Wanda and Vision take the prisoners to Fury. I am going after Taskmaster." I don't wait for the reply. I take of down the hall, hurdling the unconscious agents as I did so.

'That son of a bitch will pay for what he did to Peter. I can't believe Wade even let him get away the first time.' I think to myself as I tear through the warehouse.

I had knocked him our early in the attack, but didn't have the chance to finish him off.

I just hope I am not too late.

A blue blur zips past me. I let out a frustrated sigh. "I told you to take the prisoners to Fury, Maximoff."

"I took my lot. I also did six laps of the warehouse and got myself a snack." He waved a half eaten burrito in my face. I slap it out of his hands drawing a hurt gasp from the mutants lips.

"Hey! My burrito!"

I roll my eyes and continue down the halls. I stop at the room I chucked him in. The door was wide open.

'shit'

I hesitantly walk in, bow raised ready to wack that bitch round the head if he attempts to jump me. Once in I see the room is completely empty. I groan.

"Great! I let him get away. Cap is gonna kill me. Why didn't I finish him off when I had the chance."

I feel cool hands rest on my arm, sending shivers through my body. "It wasn't your fault. I called you away for backup. Blame me." Pietro's eyes were full of guilt, darting around the empty room as if he was trying to avoid my gaze. I rest a hand on his cheek, forcing his steely blue eyes to focus on me.

"If you hadn't of called my you would be dead. I don't blame you at all." I surprised myself by the amount of warmth in my words. They made Pietro's face light up, a pink blush spread across his cheeks and nose. He looks adorable.

'Focus Barton. You need to find that slippery son of a bitch.' This is why I don't like being partnered up with Piet. I get distracted.

"Come on let's go find him." I say, my voice barely above a whisper. We both, reluctantly, let go of each other and head back out to scour for Taskmaster.

Steve's POV:

Looking after Peter has become a full time job. We have had to reteach him almost everything, except walking and talking. Today was my turn to help Peter learn basic life skills.

"Pops what if I crash?"

"You won't Peter. Your muscle memory should help you a bit. If you feel uncomfortable just apply the brakes."

Peter nodded, gripping the wheel even tighter than before. I have to say I was nervous. He wasn't the best driver before.

"You ready Pete?" He nodded again, more determined this time. He put the car into gear as I had taught him and gently moved out of the garage.

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"Peter! Slow down a bit, or you will crash!"

"Thank you for the encouragement Pops, it's real helpful"

We had been out for about two hours. I have to say he is getting better with every passing minute. Although he did hit a couple of bins. But no one saw so it was fine...

"Can we go home now, Pops?"

"Of course. A couple more lessons and you will be set!" We head back to the tower, slowly. The sound of a jet can be heard over head. Good, the team is back from their mission. I hope they will have some good reports.

{{A/N}}

I hope you enjoyed the Clint's POV, I have big things in store for him ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Until next time!