Stairway to Heaven
Clint was pretty sure he was dead.
At least, that would explain why an extremely attractive guy was now straddling his lap. The one thing he wasn’t sure about was whether he was in heaven or hell because the boy above him had the face of innocence but the body of temptation. He had stormy gray eyes… or were they blue? with long black eyelashes that practically brushed his cheeks, confusion and concern written in them as clear as day. He noticed the man’s mouth moving, empty motions that caused Clint to realize his hearing aids must’ve been knocked loose. He sat up quickly, rubbing the back of his head in embarrassment before looking around for the small purple mechanical devices. He smiled triumphantly as he found them on the ground next to his shoulder, sliding them into his ears with a sigh.
“Are you ok?” The guy had shifted off his lap but was still kneeling next to him, eyes intense as they examined his face. Physically he was ok but mentally he was still trying to register what had happened. He remembered walking next to his younger siblings, teasing Pietro about dying his hair and was shoved forwards into the middle of the road between parking spots. He had looked up in time to see the car barreling towards him and then he was on the ground. Clint opened his mouth to respond to his apparent savior but was cut off by an angry red head storming towards him.
“Aw shit,” he managed to mutter as Natasha pulled him to his feet (with a surprising display of strength might he add) and slapped the back of his head. He felt his hearing aids jar loose and he let out an embarrassing cry of protest, placing his hands over his aids. He had lost multiple hearing aids this way and wasn’t going to allow his favorite ones to meet the same fate.
“дурак! You could have gotten yourself killed! Jesus Christ Clint! Look where you’re going!” She hissed, smacking his arm with a glare that left everyone else in shock with a healthy touch of fear. Clint just rolled his eyes, shrugging it off like he always had. “You’re going to be the death of me, I hope you know that,” she added, hitting him one last time before pulling him into a hug, “I did miss you though.”
“I missed you too, sorry I couldn’t hang out over summer, Iowa…” he let the sentence trail off like it explained everything, which it had to her. She just nodded, her eyes softening for a split second before returning to their normal sharp stare. That was one of the few things he loved about her. It had taken her a while but she had eventually opened up to Clint, the long night conversations on the roof of her house while drinking vodka and talking about anything and everything were very few, but they were special to her, the few times where she felt safe enough to talk about her past to anyone aside from her family.
“Um, what just happened?” Tony broke the silence, Clint turning to him suddenly. In all honesty he forgot that the shorter man was there, eyes turning between Natasha and Clint. “Clint, did you have a secret girlfriend and just not tell us about her or did you forget-“ Natasha and Clint both gagged at the thought, shaking their heads rapidly.
“No! God no! Natasha is like a sister to me!” He said, disgust still plastered on his face. He couldn’t even begin to imagine her like that, not even from the first day they met. He remembered it so vividly, seeing this curly haired girl walk up to him during his first day of recess in third grade. She looked him up and down before smiling, nodding to herself before saying ‘you'll do’ and dragging him over to the fence where they both managed to sneak out. He smiled at the memory before shaking it away, clearing his voice to speak.
“Guys, this is Natasha, my best friend since God knows how long and who I’ve been hiding because of the amount of blackmail she has on me.” He saw her smirk at the last part, his brain beginning to register how bad of an idea this was. “Natasha, these are my friends, Tony, the Italian with a Napoleon complex,” he heard a sound of protest but he ignored it, continuing down the line of people, “his younger but kinder brother Peter,” the boy smiled and waved shyly, “his boyfriend and my younger brother Pietro,” Pietro grabbed Peter’s hand protectively but gave a lazy smirk and wave, “his twin sister and my little sister Wanda,” she moved out from behind Clint to give a soft smile, “the smartest person I know and the meme queen Shuri,” Shuri nodded approvingly at her introduction, “Rhodes, who can probably kick my ass without breaking a sweat,” Rhodey chuckled at that as Clint walked over to Bruce, throwing his arm around his friends shoulders, “and last but not least is Bruce, genius with some secret hidden strength we haven’t figured out yet.” Bruce shrugged him off with a light chuckle, shaking his head at the blonde.
“Well, since you introduced your friends I might as well introduce mine,” Natasha leaned back on her heels, motioning her friends to come towards them. Clint caught eyes with short, dark, and handsome and looked away, a gentle blush creeping up his cheeks. “The one who looks like he could be your brother from another mother is Steve, his best friend with the braid is Bucky, the one fiending off his vape is Sam, the man next to him wearing Gucci is T’challa, and the ungodly buff blonde is Thor,” she explained as she went down the line, earning remarks of annoyance that caused Clint to chuckle. “Guys, this is Clint, my best friend and probably the greatest shot you’ll ever meet.”
“Debatable,” he heard a small scoff and he was surprised to find it had come from… Bucky? Yeah, Bucky’s mouth. Clint stared at the man in shock for a moment, the emotion clearing echoed on all his friends' faces. In all his years on this planet he hadn't heard anyone challenge him, but then again, he loved a good challenge. He looked over, trying to find a target to prove his shot when he landed on a familiar face.
“Alright, five bucks says I can hit Peter Quill’s sunglasses off his face without touching him using a quarter from here,” he extended his hand to Bucky, the man taking it and shaking it with no hesitation. Clint did the calculations in his head, adjusting the angle of the throw with the wind before letting the quarter fly true, not even watching as the quarter flew through the air. He waited for a moment, the split second nerves of his math being wrong beginning to get to him until heard a sharp clatter and a high pitched scream of shock.
“Damnit Clint!” He heard the man yell and he looked over to, sure enough, see the sunglasses now resting on the pavement, one of the red lenses shattered and reflecting the bright California sun. Rocket was there laughing with Drax and Gamora had a light humored grin on her face. Peter was red in frustration but there wasn’t a mark on his face. Clint let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding and looked back at Natasha’s friends to see their faces of pure awe and disbelief.
“How, I… but,” Sam stuttered, his eyes still fixed on the scene before turning towards Clint, “you gotta teach me how to do that man! You know how much shit I could get away with if I knew how to do that!?” Clint laughed, basking in the shock on their faces. “Hey man give me your phone, after a shot like that I need someone like you around,” Clint handed over his phone, watching as Sam typed in his phone number. Sam handed the phone back and Clint watched as his friends slowly began to merge into Natasha’s, laughter ringing proudly between all of them. It was different but nice, seeing two groups of people easily become one, easy smiles and quick jokes and numbers being exchanged among all of them. Clint was about to drift back to Natasha when Bucky stepped in front of him, a scowl written across his face.
“I call fowl play but here,” Bucky grumbled as he extended a five dollar bill to Clint. Clint debated taking it for a moment before handing his phone to Bucky instead, enjoying the confusion on the man’s face.
“As much as I like money, I think your phone number would be a better payment,” Clint winked, earning a genuine snort from the shorter man.
“And Steve thought I was bad,” the brunette smiled, eyes glowing gently in the sunlight. It took everything in Clint’s power to not gush over the shorter man, instead opting for a shrug as the man out in his phone number, handing the phone back with a nod. Clint wanted to say something else but the five minute bell rang, the group looking between one another with panic before grabbing their backpacks and sprinting into the school in fear of being late on their first day.
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