"He hates me."

Clint glanced at Tony over his shoulder, still pouring coffee into his cup. "Who?" he asked, frowning. The billionaire didn't answer, and Clint turned around, his glance falling onto Tony sitting at the counter turning his back at him. He was staring at Pietro, who was sitting on the couch with his sister and Natasha. A small smile crept onto the archer's face as he saw Pietro burst into laughter, probably mocking his sister given the glare she was giving him. Natasha tried to hide her smile behind her hand, but Wanda noticed her too, and couldn't help but join them. The twins had now been here for almost one month, and they got along with the team pretty easily. Sure, they were still wary with some of the avengers, and some of them had some problems with Pietro's cockiness, but it was still a great beginning.

"Why would he hate you?" the archer snorted, sitting besides Tony. "I mean, I wouldn't blame him for it, but I don't think he does."

Tony gave him a look that clearly meant "are you seriously asking me that question?", and Clint was about to tell him that the twins' tragic backstory had been settled a long time ago, when he cut him off, explaining to him that Pietro hated him because he had learned to hate him during years, and that he still saw him as an asshole. Clint just gave him once again the "Can we blame him for that?" reply, earning a death glare from the billionaire.

"The kid's cold with me, he always glare at me, and whenever I try to joke with him, he just roll his eyes and walk away." Tony sighed. He glanced at Clint, and resumed, fuming. "And, I swear, if you give me once again that ''can we blame him for that'' bullshit, I burn your damn farm."

Clint held his hands in front of him defensively, an amused expression on his face. Wasn't he supposed to be the grumpy old man, according to Pietro? Maybe that was Tony's plan to win the young man's heart: become Clint. Because, he couldn't deny it anymore, everyone here noticed it, Pietro seemed to have a soft spot for the archer, and vice versa.

"First, if you don't want him to hate you, don't call him kid." the brunet stated

He saw Tony give him a confused look from the corner of his eyes, but didn't look at him, taking a long sip from his mug. He would definitely need coffee for a conversation like this with Tony, especially this early.

"Should I remind you that you call him kid?"

Clint simply retorted that he was allowed, not really having an explaination. Tony wasn't wrong here, they were supposed to be kinda close, so why would he call him like that if Pietro hated it? The archer felt like "because it's fun" wouldn't be the best answer, but there was nothing else to say, actually. It was like a game, their whole friendship was based on irritating each other. At first, Clint despised Pietro for his arroguant attitude, but now it was more thrilling than annoying. It was just how it worked, they kept bothering each other until one of them snapped, and it was probably why there was so much tension between them. It was probably why they kept doing this even though sometimes one of them would go too far and the other would end up more than mad. They liked that tension, they needed it.

"I'm such a delightful person, how can he hate me?" Tony asked, snapping Clint out of his thoughts. The archer blinked at him for a few seconds, looking like he had forgot his presence, and groaned when he understood that his friend was still not done with this conversation.

"Why do you care?" Clint groaned, running a hand over his face

"He's making me paranoid." Tony replied a little too loudly, drawing the other's attention toward them. "He's so fast he can almost disappear, Clint. He could pull up any prank on me, I wouldn't have a damn clue about it." he grunted, moving on his seat to be in front of the counter

He rested his elbows on it, stealing Clint's cup to take a sip from it. Weirdly, the archer didn't say anything, too busy looking at Pietro and Natasha having what seemed like a friendly verbal joust, looking at each other with a slight grin on their face, while Wanda just stood there, amused. The archer still listened to his friend, if he could call him that, with one ear, and scoffed at his explaination. "That's all? You should get used to prank, you know."

"But he spitted in my coffee!" Tony suddenly shouted, offended

That definitely got Clint's attention back to him, as he turned his head towards the brunet. "Really?" He wouldn't be surprised if that was true, but still, it was a little too disgusting to be something Pietro would do. Since they got here, he sure did a lot of things: stole people's clothes, hid Clint's arrows, customized Mjolnir, replaced Phil Coulson's shoes with Crocs on a day of meetings, used Steve's shield as a plate for his pizza when he was too hungover to give a damn about it... He was more of an annoying prankster, not a disgusting one.

"Well, technically, no, but he could have." Tony grimaced. Clint just stared at him with a stern look, and making him roll his eyes. "Come on, don't look at me like that, I can almost read the ''I'm tired of your shit'' expression on your face."

"Almost? Then I'm not trying hard enough." the archer smirked, snatching his cup back

He was still looking at the others, a spark of affection in his eyes. He didn't know why seeing the twins like that warmed his heart so much. It was like seeing your parents getting along with your significant one. That was a weird comparison, given that neither of them was his "significant one", but Clint may have been a little attracted to one of them, and having Natasha's approval was always good. He never meant to tell anyone of his attraction for the annoying twin, but she didn't really need him to discover it. He just had to glance at Pietro for like two seconds with a slight smile on his face, and she understood.

Clint watched Natasha get up, her hand lingering on Pietro's shoulder as she brushed past them on her way out of the room. Yes, she definitely liked him. Or she wanted to kill him. There was no in-between, it was hard to know if it was her "I like you" or "You're gonna die" tap on the shoulder.

"So, I guess you're not gonna help me." Tony sighed. God, this conversation still wasn't over?

"Wait, I was supposed to help you?" Clint's eyebrows shot up, as he glanced back at the billionaire. "Listening to you for like five whole minutes isn't already enough?" he sneered

"I'm gonna ask Wanda, then."

This was unfair and totally uncalled for. Tony knew Clint wouldn't let him do this. He couldn't do this to Wanda. The poor girl would just listen to him with a sweet smile on her lips, too kind to tell him that she didn't care about his problem with her brother. Not that she was kind of a passive person, she could easily snap at people, but only at people she really knew, like her brother or Clint, even though she rarely did it. She didn't know Tony enough, and acted in the most respectful way possible around him and the other avengers. She would just endure his rant about how nice he was and how he didn't understand why Pietro didn't like him without saying anything. He couldn't let her go through the unbearable experience of Tony asking for your help in the morning. "Ok, I'm gonna help you, but how? Should I remind you that I'm not the kid's best friend? We're not that close."

"Yeah, sure, you don't know this kid at all." the brunet replied sarcastically, rolling his eyes. He quickly got back to the main subject, knowing that Clint wouldn't answer to this. "You just have to tell me how I can make him like me."

"You shouldn't try to talk to him. He's the most stubborn person I know, if he don't wanna like you, he won't. You should just... Make it come naturally, I guess." he shrugged

"Yes, thank you, that helps me so much." Tony snorted ironically. "Are you aware that people never tell me to act natural for a reason?"

"I never told you to act natural." he snapped back, annoyed

An awkward silence fell between them, as Tony stared at his friend with a confusion look on his face. Usually, he hated no understanding things, but right now, they weren't talking about mechanic or science, they were talking about human interractions, so his confusion seemed pretty normal. Clint scoffed, shaking his head. Had Tony always been so clueless?

"Aren't you supposed to be kind of a genius?"

"Aren't you supposed to be helpful?" Once again, Clint just stared at him with a stern look, clearly done with this conversation. "Wanda, I need to ask you something." Tony suddenly shouted over his shoulder

The heads of the twins, last people present in this room, snapped in their direction, and Clint quickly dismissed them without a glance in their direction, glaring at Tony. He then saw Tony roll his eyes at them, and turned his head toward the siblings. Wanda had a curious expression on her face, but then went back to her conversation with her brother, who was, as expected, looking at the billionaire with a scowl on his face. Clint heard Wanda make a snarky remark about the silver haired boy, who immediatly snapped his attention back to the conversation, a smirk on his face.

"See? He hates me." Tony whined. "That's not fair, for the first time in my life I'm actually trying to be nice to someone."

Clint wasn't listening to him anymore, knowing that he would just keep rambling about how wonderful he was and about how the kid was ungrateful of how sympathic he was trying to be. He was thinking about how he could make Pietro like Tony. Yes, he was actually trying to find a solution to the billionaire's problem. He was probably getting softer with age.

The archer easily found a solution. Since his intregration into the team, Pieto got along with the other members with his cockiness and his ability to find absurd challenges. That could seem weird, but that was exactly what happened. His arguments with Natasha were always really entertainings, and he liked to dare Sam on the stupidest things ever. Plus, no need to remind people that it was how his friendship with Clint worked: annoy the other until he want to throw you out the window. Of course, all of his relations weren't like that, he had a profound respect for Steve and enjoyed training with him, and he liked talking to Thor every one in a while, even though most of their conversations was him trying to make the god believe ridiculous humans traditions. Logically, Tony just needed to be himself, while spending time with Pietro, no? Now, Clint just had to find something they could do together. An idea seemed to pop into his head, as his eyes brightened.

"He usually can't sleep at night, and go play on the console at midnight almost everyday. This moron always send me a message to ask me if I want to play. He knows I don't want to, he just do it because he knows it wakes me up." the archer broke in, staring off into space. "Go play with him, you don't sleep anyway."

"Yeah, awesome, I'm gonna play with the kid instead of working in my lab, I waited for this all my life."

Clint shrugged, answering that it was up to him. He honestly couldn't care less about this. He then heard what seemed like sokovian insults behind him, and threw a glance over his shoulder. Wanda had four pillows in levitation around her, aiming at Pietro, who snickered before disappearing in a blue blur. The pillows soon followed him, and a loud sound was heard in the corridor. His sister's eyes widened, as she ran out of the room, bursting into laughter when she saw that her brother had tripped over one of the pillow and crashed into a wall. Tony shook his head, mumbling something about needing to put protections on the walls. A slight smile appeared on Clint's face, but disappeared only a second after, when the billionaire started to talk again. He asked him how he was supposed to do this. After all, why would Pietro want to play with him when he didn't want to have anything to do with him?

"Challenge him, he's too arroguant to refuse." Clint answered, thinking about how he reminded him of someone, who may actually be sitting right next to him

"Not that close, huh?" Tony smirked, giving him a meaningful look

"Shut up." the archer glowered, getting up. Like he had said before, it was an undeniable fact that there was a little thing between him and Pietro, he couldn't deny that he felt at the same time affection and attracton toward the young man, but that didn't mean he wanted it to go further. He was satisfied with how they were, he didn't want anything else, because it would make things complicated, and because he knew he was too old for him. But he especially didn't want people to start to notice what was going on, as Tony just did. Sure, they already knew they were pretty close, and they often teased them about it, but it was still a joke. Annoying, sure, but a joke. He didn't want Tony or anyone else to start to imply things.

He was leaving the room, nimbly avoiding various objects on the floor: bottles, gloves, even Thor's hammer (last night may have been a little agitated, some of them were quite hangover and Clint couldn't blame the god for forgetting Mjolnir here). He was halfway out the door when Tony interrumpted him once again, god this guy would never stop talking, would he?

"Wait, why do you help me? I don't owe you, do I? Because I'm not good at owing people."

Clint stopped by the doorframe, pondering for a second. Why did he help him exactly? He never said no when someone came for his help, probably because of his overprotectivness due to the fact that he was a father, but still, people rarily agreed to help Tony, mostly because he was a pain in the ass, but also because getting involve in his problems was the worse thing someone could do. He did it because he didn't want Tony to bother Wanda, sure, but there was also an ulterior motive concerning the annoying silver haired man.

"… I just told you that so the kid will have someone to play with and will stop bothering me."

And as he walked away, Clint sighed, shaking his head. He couldn't fool himself,

He had never told a biggest lie in his life.

Initially, Tony had bought this console for himself, getting easily bored when he couldn't go to his lab, for various reasons. Luckily, that didn't happened often. The billionaire also bought it because seeing Roger play on it was one of his aim. He couldn't wait to laugh at Steve trying to figure out how to play on this thing, that's why most of the time, when he was playing with Rhodey, he asked Steve if he wanted to join them. The answer was always the same, sadly, and Tony thought he would die without seeing Captain America fighting once again against his worst ennemy, technology. Fortunately, one day, his wish came true. He had walked into Steve playing, and he weirdly felt like a mother seeing her child make his first steps. But then, he saw that he was playing with Natasha, and felt terror within his stomach. She was already beating up their asses in real life, why would he want it to happen in games too?

All of this to say: Tony had bought this console for him, and for the amusement of watching another confrontation between Steve and the technology. He didn't expect it to become a full-time hobby for everyone. Nobody really admitted it, but everyone played on this, and they played on this a lot. A sort of untold schedule was even settled, it was weird, really. In the morning, Sam found a way to play against Steve after their morning runs, in the afternoon Rhodey was there, sometimes with Tony when he wasn't busy, and some others with Wanda when she wasn't training, and in the evening Natasha came in and beated everyone. Apparently, the night was Pietro's time. At midnight, Tony had reluctantly left his lab, leaving his project on the side, and had entered the « living-room » of the building, only to find a fully awake Pietro, sitting crossed legged on the couch with a gamepad in his hands.

"Coffee?" the brunet asked, walking behind the counter to grab a cup

The young man glanced at him for a second, before quickly getting his eyes back on the screen, not surprised by his presence at all. He knew Tony stayed up almost all night everyday, sometimes he saw him crossing a corridor to reach his lab at one in the morning. "Yeah, sure, I'm gonna drink coffee while I'm trying to tire myself." Pietro sneered. The brunet rolled his eyes, pouring the liquid into his mug. Why was he doing that, again? Sure, the kid made him paranoid, but, seriously, he was pretty used to people hating him, he would survive.

Walking over Pietro, Tony went behind the couch, resting his elbows on the back of the sofa, looking at the screen. He saw at the corner of his eyes Pietro's shoulders tense up, but the young man stayed silent, probably too concentrated to care.

"Wanna play?"

Tony gave him a weird look, frowning. Wasn't the kid supposed to hate him? Where was that offer coming from? Pietro saw his facial expression from the corner of his eyes, and huffed. Still, he couldn't blame him. Anyone would be suspicious if someone who hated them suddenly offered them to play. Throwing a second gamepad over his shoulder, he kept his glance on the screen, not caring if Tony would join him or not. The brunet caught it easily, and went to sit down beside him.

"You sure? Wouldn't want you to hate me because I beat up your ass."

"No worries." Pietro smirked. "I already hate you."

A smile crept onto Tony's face, as he shook his head, quickly trying to focus back on the screen. On second thought, this could be more entertainings than he thought it would be. They both were really competitive, a friendship between them would sure be very interesting. "Try to keep up." Pietro snorted in his heavy accent, chosing a map. Tony rolled his eyes, and playfully pushed his shoulder, making him miss the beginning of the race.

Pietro smiled, scoffing a quiet "asshole". He couldn't believe he was doing this. He couldn't even believe Wanda had took his side. She talked to him this afternoon, telling him that she understood that he didn't like him and thought that he was "an arroguante pain in the ass", but that now that they lived and worked with him, they needed to do efforts.She thought that they needed to get along with the entire team, not just with Natasha and Clint, and, even though Pietro strongly disagreed with her, thinking that they never had any friend and that they had always been fine this way, he accepted.

"If I win, you have to get me coffee tomorrow." Tony suddenly said, drawing his attention back to the game.

"Deal." Pietro grinned. "Hope you won't be too disappointed when you'll have to make your own coffee tomorrow, old man."