So, I was talking to smileyfacebabe and we sort of came up with an idea and now im writing it so yeah. Have a fic.

Disclaimer: I don't own the avengers, or the amazing spiderman.

Clint makes his way through S.H.I.E.L.D'S corridors, intending to stop in at the canteen for lunch, and as he is passing the gym, he pauses.

A loud thump and a pained groan sounds, a distinctly male shriek following soon after.

Clint opens the door and is promptly knocked to the floor by a teenager in work out clothes, barrelling into his legs, having just been thrown from the other side.

"Holy shit!" He exclaims, rolling to dodge the set of weights rapidly nearing his nose.

"Oh. Shit, sorry man." The brunette teenager offers his hand, having somehow landed on his feet, and helps Clint up. Natasha impassively watches the exchange, arms folded loosely over her chest.

Clint rolls his shoulders, wriggles his nose to make sure it isn't broken, and regards the boy with sharp curiosity.

"Who are you?" He asks bluntly, having lost all appreciation for politeness unless necessary on a mission.

"I'm Peter. Peter Parker." Clint waits.

Natasha heaves a sigh, and fills the gap herself.

"Spiderman." The single word was enough to raise Clint's eyebrow.

"You're just a kid. How the hell did you get all spideyfied?" Peter rakes a hand through his artfully messy hair.

"Apparently sneaking into a room full of genetically engineered spiders is a really bad idea." He dead pans. Clint chuckles unwillingly, caught by surprise at the boy's dry sense of humour.

"Let's see what you've got then, kid." Natasha rolls her eyes, but nudges Peter towards the mats. Clint follows, catching a glimpse of his partner smirking out of the corner of his eye, and wonders what he's got himself into.

They stand facing each other across the mats, Peter perfectly relaxed. Clint lowers himself into a ready stance, doubting his decision every second more that the teenager is stood like that. Natasha gracefully sits down, cross legged, and makes no qualms about not being fascinated.

She speed texts someone, and approximately three seconds later Darcy rockets in, and flings herself down beside the red head.

"Did I miss it?" She huffs.

"No, they're just starting." Natasha stifles a giggle. Darcy folds her legs under herself with all the grace of a newborn foal, and watches raptly as Clint launches himself at Peter.

Who promptly disappears, the little shit. Clint flicks his gaze around the room for a few seconds before his brain kicks in and he thinks spiders.

Tilting his chin, he stares at Peter, above his head, upside down, and clinging to the ceiling by his fingertips like he has always done it. Natasha and Darcy are falling to pieces, and he glances at them. Which of course is when Peter strikes, and drops down, face first, to spring lightly to his hands and wrap his calves around Clint's neck. They fall to the floor and Clint taps out rapidly, turning slightly purple, as he struggles to free himself.

"Hmm." He grunts, annoyed that the kid got the better of him. Peter loosens his grip, and Clint playfully cuffs him around the ear.

"You can tell Tasha trains you." He informs him.

"Hey." She exclaims. Darcy is fascinated, watching them like they are her favourite sitcom.

Peter grins, seemingly proud that he is being insulted, either that, or he likes that Natasha trains him. Which, you know, why would anyone like being trained by Tasha?

She's absolutely brutal.

This fact is reiterated when he finds out she filmed his defeat on her phone and sent it to everyone with a high enough security level to know about Peter.

Really, Fury alone would have been enough.

The council have been endless assholes about the whole thing.

Typical.