Hawkeye
Chapter 2 - Hawkeye
The birds chirped cheerfully, as the sun graced us with it's warmth, or as Sam calls it, "Loud ass birds and that damn bright sun". The bird based superhero groaned painfully as he walked over to his lovely couch with a mug of freshly brewed coffee. He sat down and stretched his legs across the furniture, sighing in pain and relief. Yesterday's fight with some giant monster was just a bit too much for the Avenger's body. Just a bit.
Now, it's time to drink his morning coffee, watch some TV and relax.
Scratch that. There's knock at the door.
The dark skinned man groaned and slowly got up from the couch, wincing is pain in the process.
"Who's knocking on my door so early in the morning?" he muttered, "It's my day off, man!"
The solder peered through the blinds of his door, double checked that his vision's not deceiving him. Sam sighed when the most unpopular avenger waved at him with a grin on his face, like he was supposed to be there.
Sam opened the door and stared down at the archer in front of him. "Hey man," he spoke, "what are you doing here?"
"Yo, Sam!" Hawkeye greeted the younger and looked behind him, "Anyway, there are some assassins that are coming for me and I'm out of arrows."
The African-American's face became blank, as he stared at the older. He took a deep breath in and exhaled, before he stepped aside to let the S.H.E.I.L.D agent in. "Come on in."
"Thanks man," Clint smiled as he stepped in the solder's home, "Tasha and Steve said I could count on you."
Sam's eyes widened, he's head crooked to the side, as he slammed the door shut.
Strike 2, Rogers. Widow gets a free pass.
"Oh, shit!"
Suddenly, there was a whistling sound was heard and something blowing up.
Sam's eyes bulged out of he's eyes, mouth ajar opened. He was frozen in he's spot. He didn't want to look behind him. Behind him, he heard an awkward chuckle. He slowly turned to his left, seeing Barton looking very guilty, with his awkward smile and how his hand rubbed the back of he's neck.
"I found a tracking device slash mini bomb?" he explained. The younger then slowly turned to his right. There, he saw, his television, blown up to smithereens. He let out a soft high pitch cry and turned back to the older avenger. "At lest it's not your whole house?" the bird themed archer smiled nervous.
Sam blames Steve.