Chapter Three

Clint stayed by Tony's side, and when someone approached them all he attached to the adult's pant leg. Tony pulled the boy into his arms, "Your alright." Tony cooed at the child. "T-Tony?" He whined. "Yes?" "Thank you for saving me." Clint got kissed on his cheek. "Your so very welcome, Hawkeye." Clint basically jumped out of Tony's arms. "Shh, I know, you're not in trouble." "Really?" "Yes really, you are very talented to be a hitman hired by hydra." "You didn't have to tell me your good at hacking, that is a side hobby. Your better at weapons, and being a sniper." The boy rested his head on the man. "You found out?" "That your parents died in a crash, and brother sold you too the agency to have mercenary protection." He whimpered. "I am sorry for lying." He started to cry. "Your alright." Tony rubbed the boy's back.

After finding some clothes that will last him for a while, they got lunch. Clint ate a small plate from Tony's lunch. "We could of bought him a small meal." "Nah, he is fine." Clint nodded. "Uncle Tony?" Jason asked. "Why do the other kids call Clint a bad guy?" That cause Clint to tear up, "Am I a bad guy?" Clint asked the older male. "No, no, your a good guy now." Tony cooed. "Jason, That wasn't nice, you apologise." "I am sorry." Jason looked unpleased how Clint reacted.

"Why don't you eat like a big kid?" Jason growled. "Why do you act like a baby?" "A baby?" Clint asked. "Jason enough!" Pepper glared at the boy. "Baby's cry, you cry so easily, like a baby." "Sorry!" Clint whined. "I get punished for being a baby about thing, why doesn't he." He yelled. "Jason! You get put in time-out for not being reasonable." "I want to leave." Clint whined at Tony. "I'll take him around a few more stores, I'll see you at the tower."

As they arrived home, Captain was talking to the twins. He looked frightened by the two. They looked unpleased at the boy. "Bully!" Cassandra yelled at Clint. Finn looked unpleased with Clint. "Go play." Clint shook his head. "Kiddo you need interaction with other kids." Clint walked slowly up to the group of children.

"May I colour?" He asked. "No." Finn and Cassandra growled. "We no play with bully." Finn mumbled. He knew it was going to be like this, he found an one of his new toys in the bag by the couch. He was play separately from the others.

"Clint I told you to play with the others." "They didn't let me." "You have to elaborate." "I asked them, they said no."

Tony signed, "Continue." Clint played with his car. "Why do you have a toy?" "Because Mr. Stark bought it for me." Clint spoke getting up into his feet. Jason looked mad. "Wanna play with me?" Jason pushed him over and took his car. "Bully." Jason hissed. "But my car." "It's mine now." Clint whined. "But he bought it for me." "Your a Bully, you don't earn it."

He walked over to the bag of new toys, to see all the kids took them away from him. He walked back to the corner he was playing in, to see a small Lego astronaut guy there.

Tony walked over, and Clint quickly hid it. "Clint why did you did hide it from me?" "Because all the others took the rest of toys from me." He sighed pulling his knees to his chest. "Am I a bully?" "No? Why do you asked that?" "Because that's why I can't have a toy?" He muttered. "You can have toys and your not a bully." Tony spoken picking up the boy. "Where did the bruise come from?" It was a new bruise, it was brighter and newer from all the rest. "I fell." "Who pushed you?" "I tripped." "No who pushed you, the bruise in on the back of your leg, not on the front."

"I.. ummm...." "Clint?" He gave a glare at the kid. "It was Jason." he whined into the man's chest. Tony pulled the boy up into a hold, he gently walked into the kitchen getting greeted with Peter.

"Hello my little birdie." "Hello." He yawned. Tony watched Peter rub the boy's back. Clint soon drifted asleep on him when Pepper walked in, "Good evening Pepper." Peter spoke. "He seems to enjoy himself." Pepper smiled. "I do have to apologise about Jason, he is been a brat all day. He knows not to shove and steel from others." She huffed. "You know?" "I overheard the other kids talk about it." She sighed.

"I am gonna let him nap, before dinner. Just call us when it's ready." Tony stated walking the boy to the room.

Tony grabbed something out of the closet. "Want a stuffy?" It was a patched up teddy bear. He gave it to all of his kids, but they out grew it. "Bear?" "Teddy Bear." Clint willingly took it. It smelled like the older male, it was relaxing. He quickly drifted to sleep.

After an thirty minutes, Clint was woken up. "Come on bud." Clint groaned rubbing his eyes. Tony picked up the boy, "sleepy..." "I know, it's time for dinner." He gently walked out and sat down.

"Look at that old bear, I thought it was missing." Harley smiled. "I did too, last time I saw it, Morgan had it for like a year or two." "It was therapy bear." She stated. "What did you name it?" "It name is Franky." Tony looked shocked, "How did you know?" "It is fading on the tag." Tony smiled, and kissed the boy on the head.

Bruce helped his toddler most of the meal, "I have news, my younger brother is visiting me." Thor cleared this throat. "How old is he now?" "The age of the twins." "Lucky eleven." Cap spoke. "Speaking of which, Wanda and Pietro. That is Tony's newest addition, Clint." "Yah, the bad guy who worked for Hydra." Pietro grumbled. Steven glared at the boy, "sorry..." he growled out. "Hello, Clint." "Hi..." "How old are you?" "Nine." "You don't look nine." Pietro commented. "I know, but I am small for my age." He spoke.

Halfway through dinner, Tony, Nat, Steve, and Thor left the table for something. Clint was eating quietly, while the rest of them babbled about something. Then pieces of the peas started to hit him, then cut pork chucks. Clint knew he was being harassed,

Plop! Plop!

Plop!

Plop!

Clint was crying, mashed potatoes filled his face hair. He ran to Tony, "Why do you mash potatoes all over your hair?" Thor asked. Mash potatoes started to get into his eye, causing him to cry harder. "Let's get you washed up." Tony picked up the boy.

When he walked out Nat was scolding the kids, they where giggled and chuckling when they saw Clint.

A damp rag, though his face. It was soft, it made his eyes feel better. He was booped on the nose, "All done. We can washout the rest of it when you take a bath."

After Tony helped clean up dinner and the food mess, than he helped Clint take another bath, bubbles where his distraction.

Clint's hair was saved down the sides, he had longer hair. Grey eyes, very dull. A soft smile, giggling about bubbles. "Fury wants to see how your improving." "Is Fury mean?" "He looks mean." "Oh.. Okay."

Clint yawned getting out. He was in children navy sweatpants, and a black shirt. Tony changed into red and blue basketball shorts and a grey tank top.

Tony was exhausted, so was the child. He said his good nights with Clint and took him off to the bedroom.

In a couple of hours, they both where asleep, cuddled together. It really did look like a father and son, to the naked eye.