FIC Family Bonds
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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, The Avengers 2012
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: And finished!
Ethan was waiting for the group when they returned from the park, Clint, Will, and Steve discussing tactics as they entered the common room. The three girls were discussing the best places to hide weapons on the dresses they were often required to wear, with Darcy mostly listening as Jane and Natasha talked. Jane was keeping an eye on Benji and Bruce. The tech had pulled something from his pocket and was fiddling with it as they walked, every so often asking Bruce’s opinion.
“Where have you guys been?” Ethan demanded as they entered.
“At the park,” Will answered. “You could have found that out easily.”
“Yeah, if nothing else, you could have asked JARVIS,” Clint chimed in. “He always knows where we are.”
“Why would I ask a computer where you went?” Ethan replied.
“JARVIS is so much more than a computer,” Tony said as he swanned into the room. “And with the Avengers here at the newly named Avenger Tower, I’ve added to his tasks to keep tabs on the rest of the team so we always know where everyone is.”
Clint rolled his eyes at Tony’s actions. “And I thought it was bad enough that SHIELD and Will were tracking me.”
“How do you know I’m tracking you?” Will asked.
Clint shrugged. “I figure I’m tracking you, you’re probably tracking me.”
Jane and Benji both started to comment, but Will shook his head. “It’s not worth it. And he’s right about me. He’s not going to tell anyone what we’re doing.”
“I’m not sure that isn’t a security breach,” Ethan said, “but it doesn’t matter right now. We’ve got a mission. We need to leave. Tonight.”
“I’m still on vacation,” Will pointed out.
“It’s always ‘if you choose to accept it’,” Ethan replied.
Will turned to Clint. “I suppose it’s better if we leave most of the city standing.”
“We can take more of it down later,” Clint answered with a smirk. “You don’t have to leave right this second, do you? I have something for you.”
“We still have to pack up,” Jane replied. “That’ll take a little bit.”
“Why don’t we do that while you get whatever it is?” Will suggested. “And meet back here in a few minutes?”
“That should give me enough time to finish up the last of the programming on your new Starkphones,” Tony added. “For those of you who will appreciate it.”
“Tony, you can’t just give some of them Starkphones,” Steve protested.
Tony waved it off. “If he can’t appreciate my genius, I’m certainly not going to give him one.”
Steve followed Tony as he left the room, still squabbling with the older man about whether or not he should gift the entire IMF team with Starkphones. From the sounds of it, the Super Solider was not making much progress.
Will dropped his duffle by the entry way when he returned to the common room, turning to take Jane’s from her, and setting it atop his. Benji stumbled in a moment later and Will caught him as he almost fell, grabbing for the tech as Jane snagged the bags. “Thanks, Will,” Benji said. “Jane.”
The former analyst shook his head. “Sometimes, Benj.”
“Sometimes, what?” the tech asked as he rifled through the bags, checking to be sure he had everything.
“Never mind.” Will shook his head again. “Just. Try not to injure yourself before we even leave the Tower.”
“We can always keep him, Dilly,” Clint said as he came back into the room. “Keep you, too.”
“Somehow I think your boss would object to two of us, Peep,” Will replied.
“Somehow I don’t the Avengers would survive the two of you,” Natasha said.
“We’re not that bad,” Clint protested.
“Berlin. Amsterdam. Shanghai. Sydney,” Natasha reminded him. “Budapest.”
“You and I still remember Budapest very differently,” Clint said.
Will raised his hand. “I don’t remember Budapest at all.”
“That’s probably a good thing, cuz.”
“One day I have got to hear what happened in Budapest,” Jane commented.
Natasha flicked a card between her fingers, holding it out towards Jane. “I’d be happy to tell you about it. And any other incident you’d care to know about.”
Jane grinned. “I’ll absolutely be in contact.”
Will groaned, looking at Clint. “Now see what you did?”
“What I did? I’m not the one who invited her here,” Clint protested.
“Hey. I didn’t invite any of them here!” Will pointed out.
Natasha didn’t do anything as common as roll her green eyes, but the intention was there. “Boys,” she chided them. Surprisingly the cousins settled down. “Thank you,” she said.
“Are we disturbing you?” Clint asked teasingly as Natasha just glared at him in response.
Will hid a grin at Clint attempting to coax Natasha into a better mood. When it was clearly not working, Will asked, “What was it you wanted to give me?”
“Ah. Oh.” Clint retrieved the package from where he’d stashed it. “Bow. And quiver. It’s not as high tech as mine, but it’ll do for you. Mostly standard arrowheads, but some explosive. And a couple of rappelling and a few others.”
Will took it from him, running a hand down the smooth finish of the limb. After examining it for a minute, he raised his eyes, meeting Clint’s almost identical gray ones. “Are you sure?” he asked quietly.
“Yeah.” Clint nodded firmly. “Definitely. I know. I know you use guns for the most part, but you never know when it might come in handy. And I’d just…” He glanced at the others. “Ya know?”
Will shifted the bow to his other hand, pulling Clint into a rough hug. “I got it.”
“I’d say how touching, but I don’t want you to shoot me in the ass,” Tony commented as he entered the room.
“I’d hit somewhere much more painful,” Clint said as he moved away from Will. “What do you have?” he asked suspiciously when he saw Tony’s hands were full.
“A going away gift for your cousin and the rest of his team,” Tony replied. He shuffled his burden around, attempting to figure out how to set things down without dropping anything.
“Here. Let me help you, Mr. Stark,” Benji offered. He took half the items from Tony, setting them on the bar so Tony could set the others down. “Are these Starkphones?”
“I told ya, it’s Tony, and yes, they are. Specifically made for your team. Harder than even the usual to break, secure lines, coded to your biometrics once we activate them, and already programed with all the numbers you should need. At least for now,” Tony said. He looked around. “Where’s Hunt?”
JARVIS spoke up, “Agent Hunt is examining the windows on the south side of the Tower. I am not entirely sure what he is attempting, but he does not have any tools to break the glass.”
“Not sure that’s going to stop him,” Will said. “Directions, JARVIS?”
“Unless he’s got some way to break the glass, he can’t just go busting through it. I prefer not to replace the glass constantly, what with all the superheroes living here. Once or twice a year is more than enough. And yes, we’ve actually had the discussion that doors should be used,” Tony replied as he led the way.
“You would know,” Clint retorted. He hurried after Tony as the billionaire left the room. Will glanced at his team before quickly following his cousin.
“Where are we going?” Will asked when he caught up with the archer.
“To fetch your boss out of my window,” Tony said over his shoulder. “I have enough crazy people here already. And I can make enough of a mess without him trying whatever it is.”
“You might,” Will pointed out. “Ethan’s kinda…insane on a good day.”
Tony jerked a thumb at Clint. “I live with him.”
Ethan turned from his examination of the window as their footfalls sounded in the room. “Did the computer tell on me?”
Tony made a strangled sound. “Not. A. Computer.”
“Well, it’s not a person,” Ethan pointed out.
“Hunt, seriously, shut up before I let him shoot you,” Will said. “And stop trying to break out of his Tower.”
“I wasn’t trying to break out,” Ethan protested.
Will raised an eyebrow at that. “Really?” He gestured. “Window. Rope. Typical Hunt escape.”
Tony crossed his arms. “Well, considering a Super Solider couldn’t break them. And, hey, if Thor couldn’t break it using Mjolnir, I kinda doubt you’re gonna have much luck.” He waved one hand. “But if you wanna break your hand, be my guest, I have awesome lawyers.”
“Really might wanna stop calling JARVIS a computer,” Clint commented.
“So super special computer system then,” Ethan said with a careless wave. “Still not a person. And I’m sure Benji could hack it easily.”
Clint’s fist flashed out almost faster than Will could track. Normally he’d suspect Ethan was more than a match for anyone, but Clint had been training for over ten years with the Black Widow. He easily caught Ethan on the jaw and spun the IMF agent around with the force of his punch. “I’ve dealt with your treatment of my cousin because that’s the way he wants it,” Clint growled. “But you will not insult my friends in our home.”
“Ya know, I knew you and JARVIS were buddy-buddy, but I’m not sure I knew it went this deep,” Tony said with a grin. “Nice shot, Legolas.”
Will grinned. Clint’s actions might have been ill-advised, but he couldn’t say he was upset about his cousin defending him or his friends. “Hunt, I suggest you stop talking before my cousin gets more pissed off and hits you again. You said we had a mission? Let’s get going.”
“Brandt, I…”
The former analyst held up a hand. “Save it. I honestly don’t want to hear whatever silver-tongued ideals you can come up with. Practice them for whoever you have to con on mission.”
“JARVIS,” Tony spoke up, “have Bruce start coding the phones, please. We’re heading back now.” He made a shooing motion. “Let’s go, boys. Chop. Chop.”
“There are only three phones available for coding, Sir. I assume that is all you need at this moment?” JARVIS replied.
“For now.” Tony stared hard at Ethan. “When Agent Hunt proves he understands what he is being offered, he will be given one. Until then, he can buy the commercial model.”
“Very good, Sir. Doctor Banner said he can start, but he’ll need you for the final setup.”
“We’re on our way,” Tony replied. He motioned the others out ahead of him. As they moved, he said in a low voice, “Monitor Hunt, JARVIS. Make sure he doesn’t attempt retaliation on Barton.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Satisfied that he had more than one set of eyes on Clint, Tony followed them back to the main room.
Bruce looked up from where he was patiently explaining to Jane how to activate the phone as Tony strolled into the room. “Benji and Jane’s are finished as much as I’m able. I just need you to lock them in,” he said. “And Will’s needs to be coded.”
“Code Brandt’s while I lock the other two in.” Tony absent-mindedly smacked Benji’s hands away from the phones. “Bad touch,” he scolded. “And don’t take them apart either. I packed a goodie bag for you to play with. Brandt has it, but you can’t have it right away.”
Benji’s eyes lit up and he turned towards Will, who was watching Bruce’s movements with intense concentration, following the quiet directions. “Will,” he started.
“No,” Will answered before he could get any farther. “Absolutely not.”
Clint chuckled. “Don’t even bother. He can’t be budged.”
Ethan glanced at his watch. “We need to get moving or we’re going to miss our flight.”
The next few minutes were a flurry of activities as Tony finished coding the phones and handing them over and everyone hurried to exchange good-byes. As the IMF team headed out the door, the cousins found themselves face to face. “Do I need to have Benji scan me for trackers?” Will asked.
“Would I do something like that?” Clint replied.
“Yes,” Will said. “I don’t doubt it.”
“Nope. Don’t need to this time.” Clint grinned. “You have a Starkphone.”
“Is that why he gave it to me?”
Clint sobered. “No. He gave it to you because you’re family.”
Will pulled Clint into a rough hug, knowing everything his cousin couldn’t say. “Stay safe, Peep.”
“Stay alive, Dilly,” Clint replied. He stepped back, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jeans. “See you on the flipside.”
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, The Avengers 2012
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: And finished!
Ethan was waiting for the group when they returned from the park, Clint, Will, and Steve discussing tactics as they entered the common room. The three girls were discussing the best places to hide weapons on the dresses they were often required to wear, with Darcy mostly listening as Jane and Natasha talked. Jane was keeping an eye on Benji and Bruce. The tech had pulled something from his pocket and was fiddling with it as they walked, every so often asking Bruce’s opinion.
“Where have you guys been?” Ethan demanded as they entered.
“At the park,” Will answered. “You could have found that out easily.”
“Yeah, if nothing else, you could have asked JARVIS,” Clint chimed in. “He always knows where we are.”
“Why would I ask a computer where you went?” Ethan replied.
“JARVIS is so much more than a computer,” Tony said as he swanned into the room. “And with the Avengers here at the newly named Avenger Tower, I’ve added to his tasks to keep tabs on the rest of the team so we always know where everyone is.”
Clint rolled his eyes at Tony’s actions. “And I thought it was bad enough that SHIELD and Will were tracking me.”
“How do you know I’m tracking you?” Will asked.
Clint shrugged. “I figure I’m tracking you, you’re probably tracking me.”
Jane and Benji both started to comment, but Will shook his head. “It’s not worth it. And he’s right about me. He’s not going to tell anyone what we’re doing.”
“I’m not sure that isn’t a security breach,” Ethan said, “but it doesn’t matter right now. We’ve got a mission. We need to leave. Tonight.”
“I’m still on vacation,” Will pointed out.
“It’s always ‘if you choose to accept it’,” Ethan replied.
Will turned to Clint. “I suppose it’s better if we leave most of the city standing.”
“We can take more of it down later,” Clint answered with a smirk. “You don’t have to leave right this second, do you? I have something for you.”
“We still have to pack up,” Jane replied. “That’ll take a little bit.”
“Why don’t we do that while you get whatever it is?” Will suggested. “And meet back here in a few minutes?”
“That should give me enough time to finish up the last of the programming on your new Starkphones,” Tony added. “For those of you who will appreciate it.”
“Tony, you can’t just give some of them Starkphones,” Steve protested.
Tony waved it off. “If he can’t appreciate my genius, I’m certainly not going to give him one.”
Steve followed Tony as he left the room, still squabbling with the older man about whether or not he should gift the entire IMF team with Starkphones. From the sounds of it, the Super Solider was not making much progress.
Will dropped his duffle by the entry way when he returned to the common room, turning to take Jane’s from her, and setting it atop his. Benji stumbled in a moment later and Will caught him as he almost fell, grabbing for the tech as Jane snagged the bags. “Thanks, Will,” Benji said. “Jane.”
The former analyst shook his head. “Sometimes, Benj.”
“Sometimes, what?” the tech asked as he rifled through the bags, checking to be sure he had everything.
“Never mind.” Will shook his head again. “Just. Try not to injure yourself before we even leave the Tower.”
“We can always keep him, Dilly,” Clint said as he came back into the room. “Keep you, too.”
“Somehow I think your boss would object to two of us, Peep,” Will replied.
“Somehow I don’t the Avengers would survive the two of you,” Natasha said.
“We’re not that bad,” Clint protested.
“Berlin. Amsterdam. Shanghai. Sydney,” Natasha reminded him. “Budapest.”
“You and I still remember Budapest very differently,” Clint said.
Will raised his hand. “I don’t remember Budapest at all.”
“That’s probably a good thing, cuz.”
“One day I have got to hear what happened in Budapest,” Jane commented.
Natasha flicked a card between her fingers, holding it out towards Jane. “I’d be happy to tell you about it. And any other incident you’d care to know about.”
Jane grinned. “I’ll absolutely be in contact.”
Will groaned, looking at Clint. “Now see what you did?”
“What I did? I’m not the one who invited her here,” Clint protested.
“Hey. I didn’t invite any of them here!” Will pointed out.
Natasha didn’t do anything as common as roll her green eyes, but the intention was there. “Boys,” she chided them. Surprisingly the cousins settled down. “Thank you,” she said.
“Are we disturbing you?” Clint asked teasingly as Natasha just glared at him in response.
Will hid a grin at Clint attempting to coax Natasha into a better mood. When it was clearly not working, Will asked, “What was it you wanted to give me?”
“Ah. Oh.” Clint retrieved the package from where he’d stashed it. “Bow. And quiver. It’s not as high tech as mine, but it’ll do for you. Mostly standard arrowheads, but some explosive. And a couple of rappelling and a few others.”
Will took it from him, running a hand down the smooth finish of the limb. After examining it for a minute, he raised his eyes, meeting Clint’s almost identical gray ones. “Are you sure?” he asked quietly.
“Yeah.” Clint nodded firmly. “Definitely. I know. I know you use guns for the most part, but you never know when it might come in handy. And I’d just…” He glanced at the others. “Ya know?”
Will shifted the bow to his other hand, pulling Clint into a rough hug. “I got it.”
“I’d say how touching, but I don’t want you to shoot me in the ass,” Tony commented as he entered the room.
“I’d hit somewhere much more painful,” Clint said as he moved away from Will. “What do you have?” he asked suspiciously when he saw Tony’s hands were full.
“A going away gift for your cousin and the rest of his team,” Tony replied. He shuffled his burden around, attempting to figure out how to set things down without dropping anything.
“Here. Let me help you, Mr. Stark,” Benji offered. He took half the items from Tony, setting them on the bar so Tony could set the others down. “Are these Starkphones?”
“I told ya, it’s Tony, and yes, they are. Specifically made for your team. Harder than even the usual to break, secure lines, coded to your biometrics once we activate them, and already programed with all the numbers you should need. At least for now,” Tony said. He looked around. “Where’s Hunt?”
JARVIS spoke up, “Agent Hunt is examining the windows on the south side of the Tower. I am not entirely sure what he is attempting, but he does not have any tools to break the glass.”
“Not sure that’s going to stop him,” Will said. “Directions, JARVIS?”
“Unless he’s got some way to break the glass, he can’t just go busting through it. I prefer not to replace the glass constantly, what with all the superheroes living here. Once or twice a year is more than enough. And yes, we’ve actually had the discussion that doors should be used,” Tony replied as he led the way.
“You would know,” Clint retorted. He hurried after Tony as the billionaire left the room. Will glanced at his team before quickly following his cousin.
“Where are we going?” Will asked when he caught up with the archer.
“To fetch your boss out of my window,” Tony said over his shoulder. “I have enough crazy people here already. And I can make enough of a mess without him trying whatever it is.”
“You might,” Will pointed out. “Ethan’s kinda…insane on a good day.”
Tony jerked a thumb at Clint. “I live with him.”
Ethan turned from his examination of the window as their footfalls sounded in the room. “Did the computer tell on me?”
Tony made a strangled sound. “Not. A. Computer.”
“Well, it’s not a person,” Ethan pointed out.
“Hunt, seriously, shut up before I let him shoot you,” Will said. “And stop trying to break out of his Tower.”
“I wasn’t trying to break out,” Ethan protested.
Will raised an eyebrow at that. “Really?” He gestured. “Window. Rope. Typical Hunt escape.”
Tony crossed his arms. “Well, considering a Super Solider couldn’t break them. And, hey, if Thor couldn’t break it using Mjolnir, I kinda doubt you’re gonna have much luck.” He waved one hand. “But if you wanna break your hand, be my guest, I have awesome lawyers.”
“Really might wanna stop calling JARVIS a computer,” Clint commented.
“So super special computer system then,” Ethan said with a careless wave. “Still not a person. And I’m sure Benji could hack it easily.”
Clint’s fist flashed out almost faster than Will could track. Normally he’d suspect Ethan was more than a match for anyone, but Clint had been training for over ten years with the Black Widow. He easily caught Ethan on the jaw and spun the IMF agent around with the force of his punch. “I’ve dealt with your treatment of my cousin because that’s the way he wants it,” Clint growled. “But you will not insult my friends in our home.”
“Ya know, I knew you and JARVIS were buddy-buddy, but I’m not sure I knew it went this deep,” Tony said with a grin. “Nice shot, Legolas.”
Will grinned. Clint’s actions might have been ill-advised, but he couldn’t say he was upset about his cousin defending him or his friends. “Hunt, I suggest you stop talking before my cousin gets more pissed off and hits you again. You said we had a mission? Let’s get going.”
“Brandt, I…”
The former analyst held up a hand. “Save it. I honestly don’t want to hear whatever silver-tongued ideals you can come up with. Practice them for whoever you have to con on mission.”
“JARVIS,” Tony spoke up, “have Bruce start coding the phones, please. We’re heading back now.” He made a shooing motion. “Let’s go, boys. Chop. Chop.”
“There are only three phones available for coding, Sir. I assume that is all you need at this moment?” JARVIS replied.
“For now.” Tony stared hard at Ethan. “When Agent Hunt proves he understands what he is being offered, he will be given one. Until then, he can buy the commercial model.”
“Very good, Sir. Doctor Banner said he can start, but he’ll need you for the final setup.”
“We’re on our way,” Tony replied. He motioned the others out ahead of him. As they moved, he said in a low voice, “Monitor Hunt, JARVIS. Make sure he doesn’t attempt retaliation on Barton.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Satisfied that he had more than one set of eyes on Clint, Tony followed them back to the main room.
Bruce looked up from where he was patiently explaining to Jane how to activate the phone as Tony strolled into the room. “Benji and Jane’s are finished as much as I’m able. I just need you to lock them in,” he said. “And Will’s needs to be coded.”
“Code Brandt’s while I lock the other two in.” Tony absent-mindedly smacked Benji’s hands away from the phones. “Bad touch,” he scolded. “And don’t take them apart either. I packed a goodie bag for you to play with. Brandt has it, but you can’t have it right away.”
Benji’s eyes lit up and he turned towards Will, who was watching Bruce’s movements with intense concentration, following the quiet directions. “Will,” he started.
“No,” Will answered before he could get any farther. “Absolutely not.”
Clint chuckled. “Don’t even bother. He can’t be budged.”
Ethan glanced at his watch. “We need to get moving or we’re going to miss our flight.”
The next few minutes were a flurry of activities as Tony finished coding the phones and handing them over and everyone hurried to exchange good-byes. As the IMF team headed out the door, the cousins found themselves face to face. “Do I need to have Benji scan me for trackers?” Will asked.
“Would I do something like that?” Clint replied.
“Yes,” Will said. “I don’t doubt it.”
“Nope. Don’t need to this time.” Clint grinned. “You have a Starkphone.”
“Is that why he gave it to me?”
Clint sobered. “No. He gave it to you because you’re family.”
Will pulled Clint into a rough hug, knowing everything his cousin couldn’t say. “Stay safe, Peep.”
“Stay alive, Dilly,” Clint replied. He stepped back, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jeans. “See you on the flipside.”
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