Babysitting - Avengers Style

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Steve was not sure what he had done in a previous life to earn this, but it had to border on mass homicide at least. Extremely bad karma, why else would he have to put up with Clint and Peter at the same time?

The other members of the team were out; Jan and Hank on a fashion show, Luke and Jess dancing, Jessica - he didn´t catch exactly what it was, but it involved the Bugle and Triple-J, Logan was God-knows-where, Tony was tinkering and so he was stuck with the boys.

He knew that Peter was young compared to them and always behaved a little childish, but he had gotten used to that.
He didn´t expect anything else from Clint.

Now Peter was playing some fighting game on the video console with Clint. Clint lost and called Peter a lousy cheater; Peter resented that and Steve saw one of the most immature "You did! No I didn´t! Yes, you did! Liar!" fights he had ever seen. (And with Peter there had been a lot of these)
He felt like a babysitter who didn´t got paid remotely enough for this.

Clint called Peter "geek", "nerd" and some words Steve chose not to repeat.
Then Peter tried to pull him on his side: "You know I wouldn´t cheat, don´t you Steve? You know I´m good at this game." Did Peter actually use puppy-eyes?

Clint rolled with his eyes and called him a "Crybaby" under his breath.
Peter put the controller down. "You´re just jealous of my skills, Hawky. Admit it, you´re jealous!" His voice had the singy-songy tone of mockery.
"Can´t we settle this as adults?" Steve asked. The two turned to face him. "No!" they said in unison.
Steve groaned. "Oh Lord, why me? Couldn´t they just left me in the ice?" he thought.

He was momentarily distracted and then something sailed through the air beside his head and shattered the window. "Did you just throw a controller at me, Clint?" Clint looked insulted. "No!"
Steve arched his eyebrow.
"I was aiming for Peter, but the little wallcrawler is a coward and dodged!"
"Dodging is not cowardly, but wise and a sign of skill." Peter retorted while hanging upside down from the ceiling.
"Come down here and face me like a man!"
"You´re a overgrown kid and not a man!"
"Am not!"
"Are too!"

Steve had enough. "Will you two knock it off already?"
"Don´t tell me what to do"" Peter said.
"Yeah, this sucks. And you suck! Who made you boss anyway?" Clint agreed.
Steve sighed and steeled himself for that argument. This was going to be one long night