Hawksilver ✓
Clint paused as his phone vibrated in his pocket. He set down the cereal box in his hand, pulling the shaking object from his jeans. The display was lit up, with a picture of Natasha on it. He swiped the green accept button to the right, putting it up to his ear.
"What." He asked, nonchalant.
The archer threw the Cheerios into his cart, turning back to the aisle.
"Hey, Steve told me he's making spaghetti tonight, can you get noodles and sauce?"
"I guess, anything else?"
"Yeah, I want some..."
Whatever the redhead said was lost on Clint, too busy looking down the aisle at a bleached-white head of hair; attached to the most beautiful young man he had ever seen. And, he had seen some beautiful people in his life.
"Clint! Clint! Jesus, did your hearing-aid fall out again?"
"What, no! I just got distracted." The brunette's body heated up as the man got closer, facing the opposite aisle.
"By what, nothing interesting happens at the grocery store."
Clint's brain was officially Malfunctioning; the blonde had moved to stand next to him, picking up a box of Special K. Before he knew what was happening, the taller had captured his lips in a demanding kiss, reaching arms around the other's slim middle. Clint let out a confused noise, too shocked to kiss him back.
Too soon, the man let go, walking away and leaving him breathless.
Natasha was screaming at his side where his arms had fallen, probably about to call the cops because he wasn't responding. Still in a daze, he registered the missing weight in his back pocket, reaching behind to touch the denim and feeling nothing.
Raising his phone back to his ear, he said into the speaker, "I think I was just robbed."
-
"Clint, some guy stole your wallet, we need to find out who it is!" Natasha demanded, ushering him through a doorway. They were following the manager to her office, whom Clint's best friend had threatened to let them watch the security tapes.
"He was cute, he can have it."
"No, Clint, just no. Did he have drugs in his chapstick or something, what is wrong with you?"
The manager had her computer up on yesterday's feed, fast-forwarding it to the afternoon. The blonde was facing the camera on the screen and the manager cursed.
"God, seriously, Pietro!"
"Wha- hold on, you know this guy?" Natasha asked, a deadly look on her face.
"See, Nat, look how pretty-"
"Clint, shut up."
"Yeah, he's my brother. And I know where he lives too. Could show you."
"That'd be great, come on, lover boy." Natasha pulled up the brunette from his chair, dragging him to her car.
-
The manager, who the two had learned was Wanda, knocked on an apartment door, clearly as furious as Natasha was.
Eventually, it opened, revealing the blonde, sweaty and shirtless. Clint practically fell over.
Wanda pushed through her brother, into the kitchen, Nat and Clint following her.
Pietro recognized Clint, his facing falling as he let out a whispered, "Oh, shit."
"Yeah, 'oh, shit.' Idiot, robbing an old man, in my store, no less!"
"Woah, hold on, I'm not old," Clint spoke up, not wanting to appear weak in front of the blonde.
"You have a hearing aid." Wanda gestured to his left ear.
"Yeah, I'm deaf, not old."
"Either way, you're cute," Pietro said, leaning against a counter.
"Pietro, shut up and give him his wallet back."
He sighed as he strode to a different room, picking up an object on the coffee table. "I'm older than you, you can't talk to me like that."
Wanda just put a hand on her hip, leveling him with a glare.
He put the wallet in Clint's waiting hand, brushing their fingers together.
Clint opened the leather, checking that nothing was missing. "Alright, thanks."
"Sure, cutie."
"Wait, why'd you take it in the first place?" Natasha asked, dumbfounded by the absolute idiocy of the two men.
"Maybe get some money out of him, but there was like two bucks in cash, and I can't do anything with the cards." He shrugged, leaning back against the sink.
"So, were you just gonna keep it?"
"Meh, figured he's smart, find a way to get it back." Pietro kept his gaze on Clint while speaking to the woman in black. "Seems I was right."
Natasha rolled her eyes, starting to usher her best friend out the door.
"Hey, wait. Here's my number, cutie. If you wanna call." The blonde handed him a card with scribbled handwriting on it, winking.
Natasha pushed Clint the rest of the way through the doorway as he took the card.
As the door shut behind them, Wanda turned to her brother. "What do you need extra money for?"
"Weed dealer. Got a running tab."
"Jesus, Pietro. Did you get anything out of it?"
"Yeah, 'bout three hundred bucks. Paid him off. Suprised the dude didn't say anything if he knew it was gone."
"Probably in your trance." She followed him to the couch, holding a bag of chips. "God, that red-head was really hot though. Wish I had got her number. Think her name was Natasha."
"What's my cutie's name? Do ya know? He didn't say."
She thought about it for a moment. "Uh, Clint."
"Heh. Hope he calls though. Do wanna see him."
"'S not really a great impression to start by stealing his wallet."
"Hmm."
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Two hours later, Pietro's phone rang; the caller I.D. an unknown number.
"Maximoff residence." He answered, smirking.
"Yeah, I was wondering about taking you out later, and also if Natasha could talk to your sister."
"Yes, and yes, I'll get her, gimme a minute."