Clint Barton

good morning.

‘ i’ll make breakfast. ‘

‘ i made you breakfast. ‘

‘ we should make a big breakfast. ‘

‘ did you sleep good? ‘

‘ good morning, sleepyhead. ‘

‘ i slept so good last night. ‘

‘ i didn’t sleep at all. ‘

‘ you’re up early. ‘

‘ you sure slept in late. ‘

‘ you have a little crust around your eye. ‘

‘ you look like hell. ‘

‘ here’s your breakfast. ‘

‘ what do you want for breakfast? ‘

‘ your favorite cartoon is on. ‘

‘ oh, i used to watch this all the time as a kid on saturday mornings. ‘

‘ your morning cleaning music woke up me. ‘

‘ i would’ve slept in later. ‘

‘ someone’s grouchy. ‘

‘ i haven’t had my coffee yet. ‘

‘ up and at ‘em! ‘

‘ hey. you awake? ‘

‘ good morning, sunshine. ‘

‘ morning, sweetie. ‘

good night.

‘ i’m going to bed. ‘

‘ go to bed. ‘

‘ back to bed. ‘

‘ let’s get you in bed. ‘

‘ you’ll feel better in the morning. ‘

‘ let’s take some medicine then send you to bed, okay? ‘

‘ i’ll be home in time to tuck you in. ‘

‘ up you go. ‘

‘ shhh. shh. sh. ‘

‘ time for bed. ‘

‘ can you tuck me in? ‘

‘ will you come in before you leave for work and check on me? ‘

‘ alright, sleepyhead, i think it’s time for bed. ‘

‘ you should be in bed. ‘

‘ can i stay up later? ‘

‘ bedtime. ‘

‘ it’s past your bedtime. ‘

‘ what are you still doing up? ‘

‘ this bed is comfy. ‘

‘ let me carry you. ‘

‘ do you want me to tuck you in? ‘ 

‘ can you tell me a story? ‘

‘ once upon a time … ‘

‘ when’s the last time you slept? ‘

‘ of course i can do that, honey. ‘

‘ i love you. ‘

‘ what helps you go to sleep? ‘

‘ i had a bad dream. ‘

‘ can i sleep with you? ‘

‘ i don’t think you’ve been getting enough sleep. ‘

‘ i’m expecting you to go to bed earlier. we have a big day tomorrow. ‘

‘ you had a long hard day, didn’t you? ‘

‘ you keep yawning. i’ll take it from here. ‘

‘ you, bed. now. ‘

‘ i can’t ever go to sleep on time. ‘

‘ goodnight, baby. i’ll see you in the morning. ‘

‘ go to sleep. i’ll put you to bed. ‘

“It didn’t?” Bruce asked, glancing over at Clint. “Huh.. I might have forget to set it last night..”

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“He would have to catch me first.” Clint grins from ear to ear, “Tastes like shit, but it gets you drunk pretty quick.” He motions for the man to follow, “Normally I would just use a fork or something to open it, but lately Tony has been leaving it unlocked– pretty sure he stopped trying after the third time.” 

Clint could tell they were getting into uncomfortable territory at Peter’s words; tilting his head slightly. “Well, could be worse. Kinda reminds me of Michael Jackson’s coat, it being red and all.” He motions up and down; wondering how to go forward. “Must of been a pretty awesome dude then– can’t say I relate. My dad didn’t do much form me except mess with my hearing.” He motions to his hearing aid. “A coat doesn’t sound bad in comparison– What he do anyways?”

    “Dude you gotta teach me the fork trick. Might come in handy later.” Peter gave a small grin a that as he followed the other around the corner and down the hall, shoving his hands in his  pockets as he did and possibly regretting  mentioning clothes in the first place. He coughed awkwardly, his gaze briefly looking to the object in the  agents ear before darting his gaze away. “Er, yikes man. M’guessin’ I don’t wanna know huh?” Quill muttered with a shake of his head.

“It isn’t a very long story,” Clint shrugs, “My dad didn’t like me being mouth and decided to try and knock some sense into me.” He had long since accepted it after all-- his hearing had been finicky since he was young after all. “Your dad sounds way cooler.”