It Starts with a Spark

Over the course of the past two weeks, (while juggling Avenger baby-sitters) Peter and I somehow managed to become a couple. Despite the harassment at school, from Mary-Jane it wasn’t really that bad. We kissed a lot, which personally I liked. Kissing was fun, I understood why Peter and other people liked it so much.
As for Clint, well things were getting, strained I guess. We both knew the other was hiding something but neither wanted to be the first to give up their secrets. On the plus side, Nat was coming in to town tonight and Clint would be, well happier. And well, there was one other, kind of big thing happened.
I told Peter I was Red Hood. It had sort of come out when we were flirting, Peter somehow found out how I found his costume, extrememly. Um, tight, and very um attractive. It just came out, to be honest. He was teasing, and I was a bit agitated and well, out came my like biggest secret, to a boy I’d only known for like three months, that I was a top-secret agent. Smooth move, Barton, smooth move.
So, now Peter and I were the super-couple I thought we’d never survive as. The world just seemed to hate me. Of course, I wasn’t exactly God’ s Little Angel. Nor was Peter either, from the few times we’d been alone together, had been pretty intense.
Clint had decided to, have the “talk” with me. Or to tell Natasha to talk to me about it. Which was very awkward.
“So, I know you and Peter are, together.” She says, “I’m just making sure that you and Peter are being, safe. “ She said,
“Nat, Peter and I have been dating for like a month. We’re not going to be doing anything for a while.” I say. Nat nods, “Good, because this was going to be weird.” I laugh, “You know, I’ve never gotten to meet this Peter, of yours.” She says, giving me a look. I bite my lip, “Yeah I know, I mean, how about he comes over tonight, before Clint leaves for his trip.” I say, looking at her, knowing that I know that he’s going to see Fury. She smiles, “Sounds fun.” We nod at each other, knowing that this is just awkward now. Not that the main idea was that weird. Nat was the only constant female in my life, I regarded her as a combination of a big sister, mother and best friend. Nat was the only person Clint and I had had. For like a very, very long time.
Peter had of course had just come over after school, so I’d given him a ride home. Nat was tough,
“So Peter, so nice to meet you finally.” she said as she’d lunged on his hand. He’d smiled sheepishly and smiled
“You too, Natasha.” he replied, looking to me for help. I shrugged and went into the kitchen. Clint, who was trying to make dinner caught my arms suddenly.
‘’Rabbit,” he started calling me by my childhood nickname, causing my cheeks to redden
“What, Clark?” I sniped, glaring at him, “I, uh I wanted to talk to you. About, the whole moving-from-home to here thing.” I narrowed my eyes, why was he bringing this up now? “Sure, go right ahead, talk.” I said plopping into the nearest chair. “Look, I-we had to move. I can’t tell you why, okay but I need you to trust me and know that I have a real good sane reason for doing this. Besides its not like you haven’t gotten anything out of all this.” He says gesturing around, I roll my eyes, trying absorb what he just said.
“Whatever Cli- I mean Clark.” I stammer, as he pulls me in for a hug. “You all right?” I ask, he lets me go, “What? I’m fine! Why would you ask that?” he asks, turning back to the stove. “You called me Rabbit, and you hugged me. You going to say you love me too?” I tease. He pulls me in for another hug, and places a sloppy kiss on my forehead. “I love you Rabbit.” He says before turning me loose.
Well, besides the fact that Clint had boarded the train to Weirdo-ville, dinner was actually fun. Peter and Nat got along pretty well and we all had fun watching Kingsman afterwards (Nat’s always a bit behind on movie-watching. Given that she’s still like a secret-agent and all) After that, Peter and I went upstairs to “watch Netflix and chill” I don’t know why Peter got all weird about me saying that, given that was exactly what we were going to do.
“So you and Nat are really close, huh?” he asked as we lay down on my bed. I looked up from my laptop, “Yeah, we are. Nat was all Clark and I had ever really had. We, well I had never really known our parents they’d died after I was born. Apparently we had an older brother, but I’ve never met him. Clint doesn’t like to talk about him.” I say in rush. I don’t like our family history, but it’s all we’ve got. Might as well own up to it right? “Clint?” he asks, raising an eyebrow, Shit fucked up again Barton. You really are losing it. I lean over and kiss him, basking in the warm feeling I get when our lips touch. Peter pulls away “While I admire your diversion tactics,” he leans in to kiss me again “you didn’t answer the question.” He says, I sigh, “So remember how I told you I was Red Hood?” he nods, “Well Clark, or um Clint is Clark’s real name he, just he’s using a fake one for time being.” I say. He raises his other eyebrow. God he looks good when he does that. I think, “So not only is my kick-ass super-hot new girlfriend a super-hero but her older brother, and I’m just going to go out on a limb here and say her “big sister” are super-heroes too?” he asks, I laugh “Kick-ass, super-hot new girlfriend?” I ask, he smiles mischievously“Does that earn me a reward?’ he asks, I pretend to think hard about it, tapping my chin. “Well no one likes a kiss-ass. However you are a okay kisser.” I tease, Peter pretends to be outraged “Okay? I am not just okay! I am the best kisser you will ever meet.” He says, rolling onto his back arms folded across his chest. I push aside the laptop, and crawl onto his chest. “Aw, little baby pouting? Is the baby sad?” I ask, mocking him, he growls and pulls me down. I squeal a bit surprised at his actions, he leans in. Kissing me hard, we roll over, so he’s on top of me and I’m pinned beneath his arms.
Of course that’s when Clint decides to see if we’re up to watching Mad Max. He just stands there in the doorway, staring at Peter in our um, comprising position. Peter quickly crawls off of me and I sit up. Clint’s still sitting there, stock-still looking me in complete terror. He makes a strange strangled sound before he stammers out “Door stays open! Rabbit, Nat wants to talk to you.” Then promptly walks away, shaking his head. Peter looks at me side-ways. “Rabbit?” he teases. I roll my eyes “It’s, when we were little I used to love rabbits. So Clint used to call me Rabbit.” I say, he laughs “I like it, it’s cute.” I groan, and tackle him “Don’t you dare call me Rabbit!” I snarl at him, he kisses me, “Or what you’re going to wiggle your nose at me?” he teases, looking at me, “You know you do have a very cute nose.” He says, as he kisses me on it. “Peter!” I throw a pillow at him. He dodges it as he rolls of my bed, “I should head home,” he says, I crawl to the edge of the bed and kneel at it. He smiles, he kisses me quickly; before he pulls himself away. “I don’t want to get your brother angry.” He says, his cheeks turning pink. I sigh, and flop back onto the bed again. “See you Rabbit.” he says as he walks away, I scream and throw another pillow at him. It hits the wall, where he was just standing. I never had very good aim.

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