Clint was making Pietro and I work outside again.

We'd already worked outside all day yesterday and the day before, so Pietro was a bit agitated.

Clint wanted to clean up the woods surrounding the house, I wasn't sure why. Nobody except for me went back there.

I was using my elephant form to rip up thick grasses and pick up sticks, that were almost able to be called logs. I put them all in the little trailer Clint was pulling with his little fourwheeler.

Pietro was picking up smaller sticks and used the rake for grasses and leaves.

Wanda was at the house with Laura and the kids, she'd laughed when Pietro and I were chosen to go outside.

I picked up another log as Clint drove back with the four-wheeler.

"Why are you not picking anything up old man?" Pietro asked as he tossed an armful of sticks into the trailer.

Clint propped his feet on the handlebars, "Because I'm old, you said so yourself," Clint smirked as he laid back.

I picked up another trunkful of thick weeds and dropped them on top of Clint.

"Damnit Radley!" he exclaimed as he sat up quickly to push the weeds off.

Pietro leaned against my leg with a smirk as I trumpeted at Clint and threw a stick at him, more like a twig.

Clint gave me a glare as I picked up another log like nothing had happened.

I was starting to wonder if Clint had ever cleaned the place up.
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We'd been cleaning for almost two hours, Pietro complained the entire time.

I rumbled as I picked up an old rotary tiller, I dropped it as soon I'd picked it up, shaking my head and trunk around.

Clint practically fell off of his four wheeler to run over to me.

Pietro was already there. "Ohh, I forgot to mention, the old tiller has an ant infestation..." Pietro gave Clint a glare as I sneezed ants onto the ground.

"Oops?" Clint offered.

I sneezed again, on Clint this time.

He looked at his shirt in disgust, that was just before he felt the ants. He practically threw his shirt off.

Pietro was using his sweat towel to rub ants off of my trunk. "Let's get back to the house," Pietro told me as he grabbed my trunk and started to lead me back to the house.

I could hear Clint start up his stupid four wheeler after we started leaving.
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Pietro carried a bucket of water and put it in front of me.

Wanda was petting the side of my face.

I couldn't shift back because of the ants. The inside of my nose was to swollen, I put my trunk into the water and inhaled most of the bucket.

I held it in for a few seconds before I shot the water back into the bucket.

Wanda looked into it, "It looks like you got a lot of pus?" she offered, my nose burned.

I laid my head back down onto the ground.

Wanda moved her hand to scratch behind my ear.

Clint poked his head into the barn, "Is he feeling any better?"

Pietro looked at my trunk, "It is not as swollen as it was yesterday,".

Clint looked a little relieved. "The team wants to come over tomorrow to see you guys," Clint informs after staring at me for a few seconds.

I rumbled and poked at the bucket, Pietro grabbed the package of water bottles he'd brought in and unscrewed one, pouring its contents into my mouth.

I drank several of them before I was satisfied.

"Good night Radley," Pietro and Wanda told me, petting my head one last time before heading back to the house.

I waited a few hours before acting on my plot.
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"RADLEY MAXIMOFF!" was what I woke up to the next morning.

I could hear Pietro, Wanda, and the rest of the Barton's laughing.

I yawned before looking at the door.

Clint burst through the barn door, "What the hell man?! Was that really necessary?"

I could see my work from here, but I tilted my head.

"Don't pull that! You know what you did!"

So what if his four wheeler was almost nine foot up in a tree? He had legs and arms and everything.

I rumbled deep in my throat, shaking my head with my ears spread before laying my head back onto the hay covered ground.

I heard a few more laughs join in, "Clint did you party to hard?" I heard Tony ask.

Bucky walked into the barn followed by Steve, Pietro, and Wanda.

"Clint stop harassing the poor guy and go get your four wheeler," Bucky told him as he walked closer.

Clint rolled his eyes and muttered under his breath as he left the barn to help Thor get it out of the tree.

"You look a little worse for wear," Steve told me as he sat on the ground in front of me.

"It's not as bad as that time in Bolivia," I glared at Bucky and gave a louder rumble.

"What happened in Bolivia?" Wanda asked as she moved to scratch behind my ear again.

"Well... It was the first time we were sent on a mission together..."