FIC Looking Up
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shanachie_quillTitle: Looking Up
Characters: Clint Barton, Will Brandt, Alicia Brandt, mention of Barney Barton
Fandom: Mission Impossible 4, Avengers
Series: Double Trouble
Written For: whogeek
Prompt: images of tiny clint and will hiding in a tree
Summary: Clint has a tendency to climb up and hide when things go wrong and Will is a worrier.
Rating: PG
Spoilers: none really
Warnings: Clint is broken, Will worries, Will’s mom is untrusting, Clint and Will are a bit co-dependent
Disclaimer: No one recognizable belongs to me, not making any money off this.
Author's Note: So not what I meant to write tonight, I had intended to work more on the long ass story in this verse, but whogeek made a comment and the boys grabbed hold and wanted to get going on this story. And hey it was something to do while the Superbowl was on. And just for amusement factor—the working title for this was “Will & Clint in a tree”.
Will could just make out a pair of legs in the foliage above his head. Behind him, he could still hear the yelling and carrying on that signaled the adults were still searching for his cousin and the kids were just making a lot of noise. Realizing that none of them were going to either know to look for his cousin in the tree or actually look up for him, Will made his decision.
Gaging the tree, he plotted his course before reaching for the lowest branch, pulling himself up until he could swing his legs up and grip it. It was a matter of careful maneuvering and planning, moving so he didn’t slip on the branches. Finally he settled on the branch next to the body that belonged to the legs. “Bit high up, don’t you think?” he commented.
“Not nearly high enough,” Clint responded. “How’d you know I was up here?”
Will motioned to the purple sneakers that were kicking against the branch. “Your sneakers are kinda a contrast to the green foliage, Peep.”
The other boy looked down, frowning for a minute. “Oh. Should I take them off?”
“I don’t think it’ll make a difference. Not many people are gonna look up anyway.”
“You did good getting up here,” Clint said. “Did anyone see you?”
“I don’t think so. But what made you climb the tree this time?”
Clint scooted closer to Will, leaning up against the other boy. For a moment they rested against each other, until Will nudged him to remind him that he did need to answer. Clint sighed and said, “They were yelling. And said I wouldn’t be able to see you when you and Auntie got here. I wasn’t gonna stick around and see if they were gonna make that come true.”
Will rubbed the top of Clint’s head, smiling when the smaller boy pressed into his touch. “Mom wouldn’t have let them stop her. ‘Sides sooner or later she’s gonna remember you climb trees when you’re upset.”
“Yeah, but it always takes her a while, Dilly,” Clint pointed out.
Will shifted their positions, trying to get them settled more comfortably (and not knock them both out of the tree), before running his fingers through Clint’s hair again. “It’s not because she’s not thinking about you,” he assured the younger boy.
“I know. No one ever looks up.”
Will grinned in response. “No, they never do.” He looked out in the same direction as Clint. “What do you see?”
“Everyone running around,” Clint answered.
“Mmm,” Will hummed. “Wanna tell me about it?”
“Your eyesight is not that bad, Dilly,” Clint complained. “You’re seeing almost as much as I am.”
“Tell me anyway.” Will poked at him. “I wanna know what you see, Peep.”
Clint sighed, looking around a bit more. “Fine. Mrs. Stewart is trying to keep the kids in one area, but Jacob and Andrew have snuck off and are under the picnic table. Auntie’s got Barney by the arm and is holding onto him and Mr. Stewart is arguing with her. He must want Barney to come find me. I don’t think Auntie’s noticed you missin’ yet.”
“Barney won’t tell on you,” Will commented.
“Not yet,” Clint agreed. “Not this time. But one of these times, he’s gonna do it. He’s been…meaner lately. He doesn’t want to be here.”
Will frowned at his cousin’s words. “I talked to Mom again, but she said no. She won’t split you two up and she doesn’t want both of you.”
Clint shrugged. “It’s okay, Dilly. I’m okay. And I don’t really want to leave Barney.”
“But it’s not right.” Will hit his leg. “You’re family. Mom should just say it’s okay and bring you both home.”
Clint turned, hugging Will tightly. “It’s okay. I get it. She doesn’t want to take a chance that Barney or me’ll be like Daddy. We’re fine.”
“You should still be with us,” Will said stubbornly.
“Uh-oh,” Clint said as he leaned forward, causing Will to grab the back of his t-shirt. “That can’t be good.”
“What? What do you see? What’s going on?” Will was occupied with holding onto Clint’s shirt so the other boy didn’t fall out of the tree and couldn’t see what everyone on the ground was doing.
“Mrs. Stewart is takin’ the kids inside and Auntie is heading this way. I think we’re about to get busted. Dilly, we better go higher.” Clint scrambled up, reaching for the branch above them.
“Peep, I don’t think we have time,” Will replied as he caught sight of his mother.
“William Aaron Brandt. Clinton Francis Barton.” Alicia Brandt stopped below the tree and put her hands on her hips.
“Is she just guessing that we’re up here?” Clint whispered to Will.
“No. I’m pretty sure she knows we’re up here,” Will whispered back. “And I’m pretty sure we’re in trouble, too.”
“Not only do I know you’re up there, but I can hear you. Get down here!” Alicia snapped.
“We’re coming, Mom,” Will called. “Clint, we’d better…” Will turned to see Clint’s wide gray eyes. Reaching out, he reassured his cousin. “You know she’s only worried. She’s not really mad at us.”
“I know, but. Yelling, Dilly.”
Will rested his forehead against Clint’s, breathing in tandem with him. “Mom won’t hurt us. Might yell a little, but won’t hurt us.” After a minute, Clint’s body stopped shuddering. “Ready? Want me to go first?”
Clint nodded. “Yeah. Okay. I’ll follow.”
“Peep.” Will met his eyes. “You’d better follow me down.”
“I will. Promise.”
Will studied him for a minute before nodding. “Be careful.”
Clint rolled his eyes. “You be careful. I’ll be fine.”
Will refrained from sticking his tongue out, instead choosing to begin to climb down. A minute later, he heard scrambling behind him as Clint began his own descent. They reached the ground within moments of each other, dropping to the grass, and then coming to their feet in front of Alicia. “We’re fine, Mom,” Will told her.
“What were you two thinking?” Alicia asked, reaching for them.
Clint ducked away from her, moving behind Will, and grabbing onto the other boy. “Don’t touch me!”
Alicia sighed, dropping her hands. “Clint, I just want to make sure you aren’t hurt. Please. May I?”
Clint pushed Will slightly. “Will first.”
Alicia smiled softly and reached for her son, running her hands down his arms. “Are you all right, Will? What were you thinking climbing that tree?”
Will shook her hands off, glaring slightly. “I was thinking that I knew where Clint was and I could get him. And we were fine, Mom.”
“You were up in a tree!” Alicia yelped. “You could have fallen! You could have been hurt!”
“I wouldn’t have let him fall,” Clint insisted. “We were safe.”
Alicia sighed. “Well, it’s done now. Come on. You need to come back to the building. And, Will, we need to get going.”
Clint glommed onto Will, holding tightly to the older boy. “Don’t take him away, Auntie. Don’t punish him for what I did.”
“It’s not a punishment, Clint,” Alicia tried.
“It seems like it, Mom,” Will explained. “Can’t we have just a little time?”
“You climbed a tree, William. You worried us. Clint ran away.”
“I didn’t run away,” Clint protested. “I never left the grounds!” He tightened his hold on Will. “I’ll be good, Auntie. Don’t take Dilly yet.”
Will wound his arms through Clint’s, holding almost as tightly to his cousin. “Mom. Please.”
Alicia sighed. “Ten minutes, boys.” She pointed towards the playground. “Over there. In full view of everyone.”
Both boys nodded so quickly, they almost resembled bobble heads. Linking hands, they ran towards the playground; Alicia following at a slower pace. When Will stumbled slightly, tripping over a rock, Clint twisted to catch him before he could fall. Alicia hurried her steps when she saw the movement, but the boys had recovered and were moving again before she even made two extra steps. As they reached the playground, they seemed to have a discussion; then veered towards the monkey bars. A minute later she watched as they scrambled up the rungs and settled on top. She paused, but could see they were keeping their balance. She decided to leave them alone and let them have their ten minutes. But she would continue to monitor her son’s interaction with his cousin.
Characters: Clint Barton, Will Brandt, Alicia Brandt, mention of Barney Barton
Fandom: Mission Impossible 4, Avengers
Series: Double Trouble
Written For: whogeek
Prompt: images of tiny clint and will hiding in a tree
Summary: Clint has a tendency to climb up and hide when things go wrong and Will is a worrier.
Rating: PG
Spoilers: none really
Warnings: Clint is broken, Will worries, Will’s mom is untrusting, Clint and Will are a bit co-dependent
Disclaimer: No one recognizable belongs to me, not making any money off this.
Author's Note: So not what I meant to write tonight, I had intended to work more on the long ass story in this verse, but whogeek made a comment and the boys grabbed hold and wanted to get going on this story. And hey it was something to do while the Superbowl was on. And just for amusement factor—the working title for this was “Will & Clint in a tree”.
Will could just make out a pair of legs in the foliage above his head. Behind him, he could still hear the yelling and carrying on that signaled the adults were still searching for his cousin and the kids were just making a lot of noise. Realizing that none of them were going to either know to look for his cousin in the tree or actually look up for him, Will made his decision.
Gaging the tree, he plotted his course before reaching for the lowest branch, pulling himself up until he could swing his legs up and grip it. It was a matter of careful maneuvering and planning, moving so he didn’t slip on the branches. Finally he settled on the branch next to the body that belonged to the legs. “Bit high up, don’t you think?” he commented.
“Not nearly high enough,” Clint responded. “How’d you know I was up here?”
Will motioned to the purple sneakers that were kicking against the branch. “Your sneakers are kinda a contrast to the green foliage, Peep.”
The other boy looked down, frowning for a minute. “Oh. Should I take them off?”
“I don’t think it’ll make a difference. Not many people are gonna look up anyway.”
“You did good getting up here,” Clint said. “Did anyone see you?”
“I don’t think so. But what made you climb the tree this time?”
Clint scooted closer to Will, leaning up against the other boy. For a moment they rested against each other, until Will nudged him to remind him that he did need to answer. Clint sighed and said, “They were yelling. And said I wouldn’t be able to see you when you and Auntie got here. I wasn’t gonna stick around and see if they were gonna make that come true.”
Will rubbed the top of Clint’s head, smiling when the smaller boy pressed into his touch. “Mom wouldn’t have let them stop her. ‘Sides sooner or later she’s gonna remember you climb trees when you’re upset.”
“Yeah, but it always takes her a while, Dilly,” Clint pointed out.
Will shifted their positions, trying to get them settled more comfortably (and not knock them both out of the tree), before running his fingers through Clint’s hair again. “It’s not because she’s not thinking about you,” he assured the younger boy.
“I know. No one ever looks up.”
Will grinned in response. “No, they never do.” He looked out in the same direction as Clint. “What do you see?”
“Everyone running around,” Clint answered.
“Mmm,” Will hummed. “Wanna tell me about it?”
“Your eyesight is not that bad, Dilly,” Clint complained. “You’re seeing almost as much as I am.”
“Tell me anyway.” Will poked at him. “I wanna know what you see, Peep.”
Clint sighed, looking around a bit more. “Fine. Mrs. Stewart is trying to keep the kids in one area, but Jacob and Andrew have snuck off and are under the picnic table. Auntie’s got Barney by the arm and is holding onto him and Mr. Stewart is arguing with her. He must want Barney to come find me. I don’t think Auntie’s noticed you missin’ yet.”
“Barney won’t tell on you,” Will commented.
“Not yet,” Clint agreed. “Not this time. But one of these times, he’s gonna do it. He’s been…meaner lately. He doesn’t want to be here.”
Will frowned at his cousin’s words. “I talked to Mom again, but she said no. She won’t split you two up and she doesn’t want both of you.”
Clint shrugged. “It’s okay, Dilly. I’m okay. And I don’t really want to leave Barney.”
“But it’s not right.” Will hit his leg. “You’re family. Mom should just say it’s okay and bring you both home.”
Clint turned, hugging Will tightly. “It’s okay. I get it. She doesn’t want to take a chance that Barney or me’ll be like Daddy. We’re fine.”
“You should still be with us,” Will said stubbornly.
“Uh-oh,” Clint said as he leaned forward, causing Will to grab the back of his t-shirt. “That can’t be good.”
“What? What do you see? What’s going on?” Will was occupied with holding onto Clint’s shirt so the other boy didn’t fall out of the tree and couldn’t see what everyone on the ground was doing.
“Mrs. Stewart is takin’ the kids inside and Auntie is heading this way. I think we’re about to get busted. Dilly, we better go higher.” Clint scrambled up, reaching for the branch above them.
“Peep, I don’t think we have time,” Will replied as he caught sight of his mother.
“William Aaron Brandt. Clinton Francis Barton.” Alicia Brandt stopped below the tree and put her hands on her hips.
“Is she just guessing that we’re up here?” Clint whispered to Will.
“No. I’m pretty sure she knows we’re up here,” Will whispered back. “And I’m pretty sure we’re in trouble, too.”
“Not only do I know you’re up there, but I can hear you. Get down here!” Alicia snapped.
“We’re coming, Mom,” Will called. “Clint, we’d better…” Will turned to see Clint’s wide gray eyes. Reaching out, he reassured his cousin. “You know she’s only worried. She’s not really mad at us.”
“I know, but. Yelling, Dilly.”
Will rested his forehead against Clint’s, breathing in tandem with him. “Mom won’t hurt us. Might yell a little, but won’t hurt us.” After a minute, Clint’s body stopped shuddering. “Ready? Want me to go first?”
Clint nodded. “Yeah. Okay. I’ll follow.”
“Peep.” Will met his eyes. “You’d better follow me down.”
“I will. Promise.”
Will studied him for a minute before nodding. “Be careful.”
Clint rolled his eyes. “You be careful. I’ll be fine.”
Will refrained from sticking his tongue out, instead choosing to begin to climb down. A minute later, he heard scrambling behind him as Clint began his own descent. They reached the ground within moments of each other, dropping to the grass, and then coming to their feet in front of Alicia. “We’re fine, Mom,” Will told her.
“What were you two thinking?” Alicia asked, reaching for them.
Clint ducked away from her, moving behind Will, and grabbing onto the other boy. “Don’t touch me!”
Alicia sighed, dropping her hands. “Clint, I just want to make sure you aren’t hurt. Please. May I?”
Clint pushed Will slightly. “Will first.”
Alicia smiled softly and reached for her son, running her hands down his arms. “Are you all right, Will? What were you thinking climbing that tree?”
Will shook her hands off, glaring slightly. “I was thinking that I knew where Clint was and I could get him. And we were fine, Mom.”
“You were up in a tree!” Alicia yelped. “You could have fallen! You could have been hurt!”
“I wouldn’t have let him fall,” Clint insisted. “We were safe.”
Alicia sighed. “Well, it’s done now. Come on. You need to come back to the building. And, Will, we need to get going.”
Clint glommed onto Will, holding tightly to the older boy. “Don’t take him away, Auntie. Don’t punish him for what I did.”
“It’s not a punishment, Clint,” Alicia tried.
“It seems like it, Mom,” Will explained. “Can’t we have just a little time?”
“You climbed a tree, William. You worried us. Clint ran away.”
“I didn’t run away,” Clint protested. “I never left the grounds!” He tightened his hold on Will. “I’ll be good, Auntie. Don’t take Dilly yet.”
Will wound his arms through Clint’s, holding almost as tightly to his cousin. “Mom. Please.”
Alicia sighed. “Ten minutes, boys.” She pointed towards the playground. “Over there. In full view of everyone.”
Both boys nodded so quickly, they almost resembled bobble heads. Linking hands, they ran towards the playground; Alicia following at a slower pace. When Will stumbled slightly, tripping over a rock, Clint twisted to catch him before he could fall. Alicia hurried her steps when she saw the movement, but the boys had recovered and were moving again before she even made two extra steps. As they reached the playground, they seemed to have a discussion; then veered towards the monkey bars. A minute later she watched as they scrambled up the rungs and settled on top. She paused, but could see they were keeping their balance. She decided to leave them alone and let them have their ten minutes. But she would continue to monitor her son’s interaction with his cousin.
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