“(Y/N)!”
    “Yeah?” I wait for a response. “Clint?”
    “I NEED YOUR HELP.” He yells.
    “With what?”
    “COME QUICK.”
    I sigh loudly and hoist myself up off the couch. If it wasn’t one thing he needed help with around the apartment, it was always another. When I reach his room I find Clint up on his bed, standing on one foot, his other leg hooked around the one he’s standing on. He’s got his bow, unstrung, gripped in his hands like a baseball bat.
    “What’s up, Hawkeye?” I ask, leaning on the doorframe.
    “There’s a massive bug in here.” He hisses, looking at me with wide eyes.
    “Oh?” I snort. “And what do you want me to do? Kill it for you?”
    “Yes.” He says, his grip on the bow tightening. “Preferably with fire.”
    “Clint, please, if I do that I’ll end up gutting the building. Other people live here too.”
    “With hairspray then.”
    “I don’t own any hairspray, sweetheart.”
    “Seriously?” He asks incredulously. “Wade Wilson owns hairspray and he doesn’t even have hair!”
    “Wow, okay.” I give up and look around the room, trying to find this “massive bug” Clint’s complaining about. “Where’s the bug?”
    “It’s right there.” He points his bow at the corner of the room in the general direction of something only he can see.
    “Where?”
    “There.” He hisses, thrusting his bow at the corner now.
    I raise my eyebrows at him questioningly, pushing off the doorframe and slowly walking over to the corner. I look back at him and he looks at me pointedly, jabbing his bow at the corner one more time. I roll my eyes and crouch down, looking for the so called “massive” bug. After a bit of looking I find a not so massive spider, spinning a new web near a pile of Clint’s laundry.
    “Is this who you were scared of?” I ask, nudging the spider into the palm of my hand and turning back to Clint. He squeeks and falls back onto his bed at the sight of the spider. “It’s miniscule!”
    “No it’s not!” He protests. “It’s huge! Kill it!”
    “No,” I look down at the little fuzzy black ball in my hand. “You wouldn’t hurt anyone, would you? Only the little tiny bugs stupid enough to wander into your web, right?” I coo.
    “Are you seriously talking to that spider like it’s a baby?” Clint hisses.
    “Aww, but it’s so little and hairy and cute!” I say, holding my hand out to give Clint a look. He shrieks and scoots away from me as fast as possible and I have to keep myself from falling down because of how hard I’m laughing.
    “Kill it!” He repeats.
    “No!” I grin at him defiantly.
    “Why not?” He whines.
    “Because it deserves to live too.” I walk over to the bedroom window and, after opening it, allow the little arachnid crawl out of my hand and scurry across the brick wall of the building. “There.” I shut the window and spin back around to look at Clint. “It’s gone and free to live another day.”
    “As long as it's not in my apartment that is fine by me.”
    “How can you be so afraid of spiders?” I sit on the bed next to him.
    “I don't know. They're just weird and you never know when one could be deadly or crawl into your mouth.” He shudders. “They say you swallow eight spiders in your sleep each year.”
    “Okay, first off, no you don't. Spiders are way more afraid of you than you are of them. They try to avoid humans. And second,” I poke him in the ribs. “Your best friend is the Black Widow. She's named after the spider. You're not afraid of her, are you?”
    “Actually, Nat terrifies me.”
    “Seriously?”
    “She could kick my ass in a hundred different ways without messing up her hair. Of course I'm scared of her.”
    “Huh. Maybe your fear of spiders is founded, then.”