FIC Family Bonds Part 5
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shanachie_quillTitle: Family Bonds
Characters: Clint Barton, Natasha Romanov, Steve Rogers, Bruce Banner, Tony Stark, Pepper Potts, Darcy Lewis, mentions of Jane Foster and Thor, Will Brandt, Ethan Hunt, Jane Carter, Benji Dunn, Cynthia (OC)
Fandom: Mission Impossible 4, Avengers
Series: Double Trouble
Written For:
Prompt:
Summary: Clint and Will don’t see anything unusual with the fact that they look alike, but they’re sure going to use the ability when they realize certain people in their lives can’t tell them apart.
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: MI4: Ghost Protocol, Avengers, earlier stories in this series
Warnings: the twins are definitely ‘double trouble’, boys are inherently trouble-makers, Natasha protects her own, Ethan is supposed to be an observant spy, everyone might be more trouble than they’re worth
Disclaimer: No one recognizable belongs to me, not making any money off this.
Author's Note: So. This is not quite finished, although the way things are going, it’s going to be finished pretty soon (and hopefully I didn’t just jinx myself), but I thought since you enjoyed the bit of wee!Will and wee!Clint, that I would begin posting the story. I’m going to break this up into chapters; probably through my breaks already in place. This takes place after both the Avenger and MI4 movies so there are spoilers for both through-out the story.
Will accepted the arm and finger guards from his cousin, tucking them into his pocket as he followed him into the armory. “Really? We can’t shoot guns? Ya know like normal people?”
Clint hefted a standard quiver, handing that over to Will, along with a compound bow. “You don’t get enough of that on a daily basis? I can get you a few throwing knives if you’d rather. I’m sure Tasha has some.”
“No, the bow is fine,” Will replied. “Why was I thinking an offer to shoot from you would be something simple?”
“I have no idea,” Clint answered with a grin as he led the way into the range.
Will whistled when he got a look at what was available to Clint for training. “Is this just for you?” he asked as he looked around at the targets, which were both stationary and moving.
“We can all train in here, but for the most part just Cap, Tasha, and I use it. We’re the only ones who really need target practice.” Clint opened the panel on the side of the wall, revealing an array of buttons and switches that were clearly for programming the range. “I assume you want stationary targets to start?”
“Unless you’re planning to give me a gun at some point, I don’t want anything but stationary targets,” Will replied.
“Oh, come on, Will, live a little,” Clint teased.
“No. I don’t think the way to go is an archaic weapon. And even if I practiced as much with it as you do, my aim is nowhere near what yours is.”
Clint twirled an arrow, balancing it on the tips of his fingers for a moment, before tossing it up and catching it behind his back. “Want the first shot?”
“If you’ll stop showing off,” Will responded. “Since I know you aren’t going to offer to give me a handicap, I assume we aren’t keeping score?”
“Afraid I’m going to beat you that badly?” Clint asked. “How about this? I’ll use moving targets while yours are stationary.”
Will looked up from inspecting his own arrows. “How is that any fairer? I’ve seen you shoot.”
“Well, you’re more of a challenge than… anyone else honestly. At least you know how to hold a bow.”
“Are you telling me that Natasha hasn’t learned in all these years?”
“Oh, yeah, Tasha does. Cause if she doesn’t know how to use a weapon, there’s something scarily wrong, but everyone else. I swear I thought Cap was going to stroke out when he realized his new sniper didn’t actually like to use guns… that it wasn’t just I couldn’t get a gun for the Battle of New York.”
Will watched as Clint sighted, following the movement of the targets he’d set in motion while he’d been talking. As Clint drew back on his bow, Will asked, “So what is going on with you and Natasha right now? Are you on again or off again?”
Clint’s bow twanged as he loosed the arrow he’d had prepped, but despite the surprise, he still hit the center of the target. “Really, Will? She hit me in the head.”
Will grinned. “Isn’t that how she shows affection?”
“I’d say yes, but I’ve seen how she actually shows affection,” Clint said. “And it’s a whole lot more painful.”
“I’d be worried about you thinking affection should be painful, except I’m afraid you were wired that way by your asshole father and nothing can change it.”
“At least with Tasha I can fight back.”
“Still doesn’t make it normal, Peep.” Will approached Clint warily, knowing the other man would strike out if he felt threatened. When Clint didn’t twitch at his approach, he laid a hand on the archer’s shoulder and rested his forehead against the other man’s. “You know I only want you to be safe.”
Clint barked out a laugh at his words. “I think we’re in the wrong business.”
“Probably. But what else would we do?”
Clint shoved an arrow towards his cousin. “Right now? You’re going to take your turn shooting and we’re going to talk about anything else.”
Will grumbled for a minute as he accepted the arrow and the next five that Clint pulled out of the quiver. “You gonna stop the targets?” he asked.
“Fiiine,” Clint huffed, moving over to poke at the panel. A minute later, the targets stopped spinning. “Happy?”
“Ecstatic.” Will tested the draw before nodding to Clint that he was stepping up to the line. “So. Who’s bed were you sneaking out of this morning? Was that Natasha’s room?”
If it had been any other person, the question would have resulted in some flailing, and possibly something falling over, but Clint barely jumped. His grey eyes had widened when Will turned to look at him over his shoulder. “Sneaking?” Clint squeaked. “There was no sneaking! That was not a walk of shame!”
“Did I say it was? I merely asked if it was Natasha’s room. Or maybe it was the brunette’s? Darcy, is it?”
Clint yelped at that. “It was not Darcy’s! Oh god. No! So wrong.”
“So it was Natasha’s room…” Will loosed the arrow he’d drawn, smiling as it hit the target, although not nearly as nicely as Clint’s. “So you two are back together.”
“Not. Exactly,” Clint admitted.
“So what were you doing in her room?”
“Shoot the damn arrows, Will.”
“Archaic weapons.”
“Overinflated vocabulary.”
“Avoidance tactics.”
“I’ll get Tasha to kick your ass.”
Will considered that for a minute. “I’d say I’m not scared, but frankly I am.”
“As well you should be.” Clint nodded decisively. “She’s a scary lady.”
“Peep, you know I just want to be sure you’re okay, right? And if Natasha is what makes you happy in whatever your relationship is… that’s fine.”
“Dilly? Shoot the damn targets.”
Will set the bow down on the counter that ran along the wall. “No. Not until you tell me that you understand that I’m not questioning you because I’m being nosy. That I just want to know that you’re okay.”
“I don’t blame you for doing your job,” Clint replied, fiddling with his own bow and not looking Will in the eye. “It’s not your fault you were in a ‘Stan when this went down. Even if you were here, there was nothing you could have done.”
“I could have been here for you afterwards. I could have…”
Only Clint’s respect for his bow prevented him from slamming it down. “No. You couldn’t have. They wouldn’t have let you. Just. Stop pushing!” Grabbing the bow again, he stormed out of the range.
“Well, that actually went better than I expected,” Will commented to the empty range.
Characters: Clint Barton, Natasha Romanov, Steve Rogers, Bruce Banner, Tony Stark, Pepper Potts, Darcy Lewis, mentions of Jane Foster and Thor, Will Brandt, Ethan Hunt, Jane Carter, Benji Dunn, Cynthia (OC)
Fandom: Mission Impossible 4, Avengers
Series: Double Trouble
Written For:
Prompt:
Summary: Clint and Will don’t see anything unusual with the fact that they look alike, but they’re sure going to use the ability when they realize certain people in their lives can’t tell them apart.
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: MI4: Ghost Protocol, Avengers, earlier stories in this series
Warnings: the twins are definitely ‘double trouble’, boys are inherently trouble-makers, Natasha protects her own, Ethan is supposed to be an observant spy, everyone might be more trouble than they’re worth
Disclaimer: No one recognizable belongs to me, not making any money off this.
Author's Note: So. This is not quite finished, although the way things are going, it’s going to be finished pretty soon (and hopefully I didn’t just jinx myself), but I thought since you enjoyed the bit of wee!Will and wee!Clint, that I would begin posting the story. I’m going to break this up into chapters; probably through my breaks already in place. This takes place after both the Avenger and MI4 movies so there are spoilers for both through-out the story.
Will accepted the arm and finger guards from his cousin, tucking them into his pocket as he followed him into the armory. “Really? We can’t shoot guns? Ya know like normal people?”
Clint hefted a standard quiver, handing that over to Will, along with a compound bow. “You don’t get enough of that on a daily basis? I can get you a few throwing knives if you’d rather. I’m sure Tasha has some.”
“No, the bow is fine,” Will replied. “Why was I thinking an offer to shoot from you would be something simple?”
“I have no idea,” Clint answered with a grin as he led the way into the range.
Will whistled when he got a look at what was available to Clint for training. “Is this just for you?” he asked as he looked around at the targets, which were both stationary and moving.
“We can all train in here, but for the most part just Cap, Tasha, and I use it. We’re the only ones who really need target practice.” Clint opened the panel on the side of the wall, revealing an array of buttons and switches that were clearly for programming the range. “I assume you want stationary targets to start?”
“Unless you’re planning to give me a gun at some point, I don’t want anything but stationary targets,” Will replied.
“Oh, come on, Will, live a little,” Clint teased.
“No. I don’t think the way to go is an archaic weapon. And even if I practiced as much with it as you do, my aim is nowhere near what yours is.”
Clint twirled an arrow, balancing it on the tips of his fingers for a moment, before tossing it up and catching it behind his back. “Want the first shot?”
“If you’ll stop showing off,” Will responded. “Since I know you aren’t going to offer to give me a handicap, I assume we aren’t keeping score?”
“Afraid I’m going to beat you that badly?” Clint asked. “How about this? I’ll use moving targets while yours are stationary.”
Will looked up from inspecting his own arrows. “How is that any fairer? I’ve seen you shoot.”
“Well, you’re more of a challenge than… anyone else honestly. At least you know how to hold a bow.”
“Are you telling me that Natasha hasn’t learned in all these years?”
“Oh, yeah, Tasha does. Cause if she doesn’t know how to use a weapon, there’s something scarily wrong, but everyone else. I swear I thought Cap was going to stroke out when he realized his new sniper didn’t actually like to use guns… that it wasn’t just I couldn’t get a gun for the Battle of New York.”
Will watched as Clint sighted, following the movement of the targets he’d set in motion while he’d been talking. As Clint drew back on his bow, Will asked, “So what is going on with you and Natasha right now? Are you on again or off again?”
Clint’s bow twanged as he loosed the arrow he’d had prepped, but despite the surprise, he still hit the center of the target. “Really, Will? She hit me in the head.”
Will grinned. “Isn’t that how she shows affection?”
“I’d say yes, but I’ve seen how she actually shows affection,” Clint said. “And it’s a whole lot more painful.”
“I’d be worried about you thinking affection should be painful, except I’m afraid you were wired that way by your asshole father and nothing can change it.”
“At least with Tasha I can fight back.”
“Still doesn’t make it normal, Peep.” Will approached Clint warily, knowing the other man would strike out if he felt threatened. When Clint didn’t twitch at his approach, he laid a hand on the archer’s shoulder and rested his forehead against the other man’s. “You know I only want you to be safe.”
Clint barked out a laugh at his words. “I think we’re in the wrong business.”
“Probably. But what else would we do?”
Clint shoved an arrow towards his cousin. “Right now? You’re going to take your turn shooting and we’re going to talk about anything else.”
Will grumbled for a minute as he accepted the arrow and the next five that Clint pulled out of the quiver. “You gonna stop the targets?” he asked.
“Fiiine,” Clint huffed, moving over to poke at the panel. A minute later, the targets stopped spinning. “Happy?”
“Ecstatic.” Will tested the draw before nodding to Clint that he was stepping up to the line. “So. Who’s bed were you sneaking out of this morning? Was that Natasha’s room?”
If it had been any other person, the question would have resulted in some flailing, and possibly something falling over, but Clint barely jumped. His grey eyes had widened when Will turned to look at him over his shoulder. “Sneaking?” Clint squeaked. “There was no sneaking! That was not a walk of shame!”
“Did I say it was? I merely asked if it was Natasha’s room. Or maybe it was the brunette’s? Darcy, is it?”
Clint yelped at that. “It was not Darcy’s! Oh god. No! So wrong.”
“So it was Natasha’s room…” Will loosed the arrow he’d drawn, smiling as it hit the target, although not nearly as nicely as Clint’s. “So you two are back together.”
“Not. Exactly,” Clint admitted.
“So what were you doing in her room?”
“Shoot the damn arrows, Will.”
“Archaic weapons.”
“Overinflated vocabulary.”
“Avoidance tactics.”
“I’ll get Tasha to kick your ass.”
Will considered that for a minute. “I’d say I’m not scared, but frankly I am.”
“As well you should be.” Clint nodded decisively. “She’s a scary lady.”
“Peep, you know I just want to be sure you’re okay, right? And if Natasha is what makes you happy in whatever your relationship is… that’s fine.”
“Dilly? Shoot the damn targets.”
Will set the bow down on the counter that ran along the wall. “No. Not until you tell me that you understand that I’m not questioning you because I’m being nosy. That I just want to know that you’re okay.”
“I don’t blame you for doing your job,” Clint replied, fiddling with his own bow and not looking Will in the eye. “It’s not your fault you were in a ‘Stan when this went down. Even if you were here, there was nothing you could have done.”
“I could have been here for you afterwards. I could have…”
Only Clint’s respect for his bow prevented him from slamming it down. “No. You couldn’t have. They wouldn’t have let you. Just. Stop pushing!” Grabbing the bow again, he stormed out of the range.
“Well, that actually went better than I expected,” Will commented to the empty range.
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