FIC Family Bonds Part 7
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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: Okay so I lied…its two more chapters after this. I’m pretty sure. This ended up a bit longer than I meant so I decided that what would have been the second half of this chapter would be another chapter. Besides this’ll let me post that much sooner. Since I’m posting these pretty much as soon as I finish them…it’ll be a bit before I post the new one after this (since I still have to write it). For now enjoy this one!
Steve was surprised to see Will sitting by himself at the kitchen island when he came in from his run. The IMF agent was staring into the depths of his coffee cup as if it held all the answers to the universe or at the very least the key to breakfast. “Do you need help, Agent Brandt?” he asked as he opened the refrigerator.
“Will, please,” Will answered. “And, um, don’t go to any trouble. I can wait for Clint to surface.”
Steve turned back around, a container of eggs in one hand and a gallon of milk in the other. “You know you’re welcome to anything in the refrigerator or kitchen for that matter.”
“Oh, it’s not that. I’m kinda banned from cooking.” Will grimaced at the confused look Steve gave him. “Let’s just say… it tends not to end well.”
“I’m not going to ask. I’m cooking for myself, I’d be happy to make enough for us both.”
“If it’s not too much trouble…” Will started, interrupted as a body slammed into his back. “Good morning, Clint. Please use your own body to support yourself and not mine.”
Clint grunted something in reply before attempting to burrow into Will. Steve frowned at them and asked, “Is he okay?”
“Yeah. Give him about twenty minutes and a couple cups of coffee and he’ll at least be coherent,” Will answered, handing Clint his coffee over his shoulder.
Steve seemed a bit confused still, but shrugged. “Breakfast for three then?”
“Four if you don’t mind, Cap?” Natasha asked as she entered the kitchen. She fetched two mugs down and poured fresh cups, passing one to Will, who nodded his thanks.
“I’m not even going to ask,” Steve decided. He carried the eggs and milk over to the counter, then headed back for the rest of his supplies. Within minutes he had added bread, bacon, and a selection of fruit.
“I’ll cut up the fruit if you want,” Natasha offered. “What are you planning?”
“French toast with bacon and the fruit,” Steve answered. “Unless you don’t like that, Will?”
“Nope, that’s fine.” Will shrugged his shoulders, trying to dislodge Clint. “If you move, I can get you more coffee, Peep. Or you can just sprawl there and be a huge waste of space.”
Natasha turned slightly so she could see where Clint was sprawled across Will’s back, somehow drinking from the cup that Will had given him. His gray eyes were just barely open, but she didn’t even hesitate before pelting an unpeeled orange at him. “Stop using your cousin as a prop for your body,” she ordered.
Clint’s free hand snapped out, snatching the round globe out of the air, right before it would have smacked into Will’s face. “Will doesn’t mind,” he grumbled.
“Will would love it if you would support your own weight,” Will replied. “Move.”
Clint huffed, rolling off Will to drop onto the stool next to him. “Coooffee?” he asked.
“Fine.” Will ruffled Clint’s hair as he collected both their cups. “Give Nat her orange back.” Will’s grey eyes widened as he realized how he’d phrased the sentence. “Clint.”
It was too late though as Clint fired the orange towards the back of Natasha’s head. Her hand snapped up, snatching the globe out of the air, before dropping it onto the counter in front of her. “You’ll be eating that, Barton,” she informed him. “Even if I have to force it down your throat.”
Clint grumbled in response, his words muffled by the counter where his head was resting. Will pressed his head to the top of Clint’s for a minute before setting a fresh cup of coffee next to him. “Come on. Drink up. And join the land of the coherent.”
Clint raised his head enough that his words were recognizable. “No big words. Big words bad.”
Will petted the top of his head in response. “Sure, Peep.”
Natasha set a bowl down on the island. “Leave him alone, Will. He’s capable of acting like an adult if he chooses.”
“Oh, I know he can,” Will answered. “I just thought I’d help him along a little.”
Clint’s head thunked back down onto the island, bouncing the bowl. Steve winced at the noise. “I would think that would have hurt,” he commented from where he was working at the stove.
“It probably did,” Will commented. “But it’ll take him a bit to register it.”
“So what are you planning to do today?” Steve asked after he digested that comment for a minute, before clearly deciding he didn’t want to ask. “I think Benji? Is still following Tony around like a lost puppy.”
Will sighed. “I should probably drag Benji away before we can’t drag him away. But other than that, I don’t know. The whole tourist thing didn’t work so well, so I don’t know if we should try that again. And clearly attempting to talk to my cousin and leaving the rest of my team to their own devices is not a good idea either.”
“Park.” Clint’s head came up long enough for the word to be clear before dropping back onto the island.
“Did that make sense to anyone else?” Steve asked as he scooped French toast onto a plate.
Will accepted a plate, nudging Clint until he reluctantly raised his head to see what was going on, before answering, “He’s talking about going to the park. Which actually isn’t a bad idea. Any particular park?”
“Central Park isn’t far,” Natasha pointed out. “That’s probably what Clint was referring to.” She pushed the bowl of fruit towards the cousins. “And you will be eating some of that.”
Clint glared at her. “Nope.”
Producing a knife from somewhere, Natasha stabbed it into the counter beside Clint’s hand. “Yes. You shall.” She motioned to Will who had watched the exchange without batting an eye. “Will didn’t argue.”
“That would be because I already have one crazy in my life. I don’t need another, Nat. And fruit is not a reason to risk a knife in my hand.” Will selected some fruit from the bowl before pushing it back towards his cousin. “Eat the fruit, Peep.”
“I didn’t put it in his hand,” Natasha replied.
“No, but the point still stands. A knife is in the counter, awfully damn close to Clint’s hand.” Will shrugged. “And your relationship with my cousin…I don’t even pretend to understand. But I know it’s what he wants.”
“Will,” Clint said.
“It’s fine, Clint,” Will replied. “I’m not upset with you or Natasha. If I didn’t approve, I would have told you.”
Clint leaned his head against Will’s shoulder at his words, murmuring something too quiet for anyone else to hear, but Will nodded. When they looked up it was to see Steve looking at them uncomfortably. “Sorry, Cap,” Clint said.
“No. I just. I feel like I shouldn’t be here,” Steve said with a small smile. “And at the same time. I’m glad for you. It’s good to have someone. Like Will is for you.”
“Did you have a cousin or a brother?” Will asked curiously. “Clint’s told me a little. As much as he could anyway. And I…” Will ducked his head, blushing. “I read some of the comic books after Clint told me he was working with you.”
Steve shook his head. “Not a relative. I was an only child. And so were my parents. But I had a best friend who was like a brother to me. He was…he died. Before I crashed.”
The cousins exchanged a long speaking glance before Clint asked, “Do you want to come to the park with us?”
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: Okay so I lied…its two more chapters after this. I’m pretty sure. This ended up a bit longer than I meant so I decided that what would have been the second half of this chapter would be another chapter. Besides this’ll let me post that much sooner. Since I’m posting these pretty much as soon as I finish them…it’ll be a bit before I post the new one after this (since I still have to write it). For now enjoy this one!
Steve was surprised to see Will sitting by himself at the kitchen island when he came in from his run. The IMF agent was staring into the depths of his coffee cup as if it held all the answers to the universe or at the very least the key to breakfast. “Do you need help, Agent Brandt?” he asked as he opened the refrigerator.
“Will, please,” Will answered. “And, um, don’t go to any trouble. I can wait for Clint to surface.”
Steve turned back around, a container of eggs in one hand and a gallon of milk in the other. “You know you’re welcome to anything in the refrigerator or kitchen for that matter.”
“Oh, it’s not that. I’m kinda banned from cooking.” Will grimaced at the confused look Steve gave him. “Let’s just say… it tends not to end well.”
“I’m not going to ask. I’m cooking for myself, I’d be happy to make enough for us both.”
“If it’s not too much trouble…” Will started, interrupted as a body slammed into his back. “Good morning, Clint. Please use your own body to support yourself and not mine.”
Clint grunted something in reply before attempting to burrow into Will. Steve frowned at them and asked, “Is he okay?”
“Yeah. Give him about twenty minutes and a couple cups of coffee and he’ll at least be coherent,” Will answered, handing Clint his coffee over his shoulder.
Steve seemed a bit confused still, but shrugged. “Breakfast for three then?”
“Four if you don’t mind, Cap?” Natasha asked as she entered the kitchen. She fetched two mugs down and poured fresh cups, passing one to Will, who nodded his thanks.
“I’m not even going to ask,” Steve decided. He carried the eggs and milk over to the counter, then headed back for the rest of his supplies. Within minutes he had added bread, bacon, and a selection of fruit.
“I’ll cut up the fruit if you want,” Natasha offered. “What are you planning?”
“French toast with bacon and the fruit,” Steve answered. “Unless you don’t like that, Will?”
“Nope, that’s fine.” Will shrugged his shoulders, trying to dislodge Clint. “If you move, I can get you more coffee, Peep. Or you can just sprawl there and be a huge waste of space.”
Natasha turned slightly so she could see where Clint was sprawled across Will’s back, somehow drinking from the cup that Will had given him. His gray eyes were just barely open, but she didn’t even hesitate before pelting an unpeeled orange at him. “Stop using your cousin as a prop for your body,” she ordered.
Clint’s free hand snapped out, snatching the round globe out of the air, right before it would have smacked into Will’s face. “Will doesn’t mind,” he grumbled.
“Will would love it if you would support your own weight,” Will replied. “Move.”
Clint huffed, rolling off Will to drop onto the stool next to him. “Coooffee?” he asked.
“Fine.” Will ruffled Clint’s hair as he collected both their cups. “Give Nat her orange back.” Will’s grey eyes widened as he realized how he’d phrased the sentence. “Clint.”
It was too late though as Clint fired the orange towards the back of Natasha’s head. Her hand snapped up, snatching the globe out of the air, before dropping it onto the counter in front of her. “You’ll be eating that, Barton,” she informed him. “Even if I have to force it down your throat.”
Clint grumbled in response, his words muffled by the counter where his head was resting. Will pressed his head to the top of Clint’s for a minute before setting a fresh cup of coffee next to him. “Come on. Drink up. And join the land of the coherent.”
Clint raised his head enough that his words were recognizable. “No big words. Big words bad.”
Will petted the top of his head in response. “Sure, Peep.”
Natasha set a bowl down on the island. “Leave him alone, Will. He’s capable of acting like an adult if he chooses.”
“Oh, I know he can,” Will answered. “I just thought I’d help him along a little.”
Clint’s head thunked back down onto the island, bouncing the bowl. Steve winced at the noise. “I would think that would have hurt,” he commented from where he was working at the stove.
“It probably did,” Will commented. “But it’ll take him a bit to register it.”
“So what are you planning to do today?” Steve asked after he digested that comment for a minute, before clearly deciding he didn’t want to ask. “I think Benji? Is still following Tony around like a lost puppy.”
Will sighed. “I should probably drag Benji away before we can’t drag him away. But other than that, I don’t know. The whole tourist thing didn’t work so well, so I don’t know if we should try that again. And clearly attempting to talk to my cousin and leaving the rest of my team to their own devices is not a good idea either.”
“Park.” Clint’s head came up long enough for the word to be clear before dropping back onto the island.
“Did that make sense to anyone else?” Steve asked as he scooped French toast onto a plate.
Will accepted a plate, nudging Clint until he reluctantly raised his head to see what was going on, before answering, “He’s talking about going to the park. Which actually isn’t a bad idea. Any particular park?”
“Central Park isn’t far,” Natasha pointed out. “That’s probably what Clint was referring to.” She pushed the bowl of fruit towards the cousins. “And you will be eating some of that.”
Clint glared at her. “Nope.”
Producing a knife from somewhere, Natasha stabbed it into the counter beside Clint’s hand. “Yes. You shall.” She motioned to Will who had watched the exchange without batting an eye. “Will didn’t argue.”
“That would be because I already have one crazy in my life. I don’t need another, Nat. And fruit is not a reason to risk a knife in my hand.” Will selected some fruit from the bowl before pushing it back towards his cousin. “Eat the fruit, Peep.”
“I didn’t put it in his hand,” Natasha replied.
“No, but the point still stands. A knife is in the counter, awfully damn close to Clint’s hand.” Will shrugged. “And your relationship with my cousin…I don’t even pretend to understand. But I know it’s what he wants.”
“Will,” Clint said.
“It’s fine, Clint,” Will replied. “I’m not upset with you or Natasha. If I didn’t approve, I would have told you.”
Clint leaned his head against Will’s shoulder at his words, murmuring something too quiet for anyone else to hear, but Will nodded. When they looked up it was to see Steve looking at them uncomfortably. “Sorry, Cap,” Clint said.
“No. I just. I feel like I shouldn’t be here,” Steve said with a small smile. “And at the same time. I’m glad for you. It’s good to have someone. Like Will is for you.”
“Did you have a cousin or a brother?” Will asked curiously. “Clint’s told me a little. As much as he could anyway. And I…” Will ducked his head, blushing. “I read some of the comic books after Clint told me he was working with you.”
Steve shook his head. “Not a relative. I was an only child. And so were my parents. But I had a best friend who was like a brother to me. He was…he died. Before I crashed.”
The cousins exchanged a long speaking glance before Clint asked, “Do you want to come to the park with us?”
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