Y/n sat silently in the corner of the quinjet, watching as Steve and Nat tended over Clint. It was all her fault. If she hadn't gone with the boy, she could have gotten him out of the way.

Nat didn't know who looked more terrible, Y/n or Bruce. She decided to leave Y/n for the compound and walked over to Banner. Y/n watched as they talked and played with her bootstraps. She was sitting on top of some random cases cross-legged. Bruce and Nat, they were friends, she could tell. But her and Nat? Her and Steve? Her and Tony? They were just people babysitting her, people being burdened by her.

She looked up as Natasha spoke louder.

"Thor, report on the Hulk?" Thor walked forward with a wide grin.

"The gates of Hel are filled with the screams of his victims." He gave a large clap as everyone looked at him with wide eyes. Y/n shook her head at him and quickly nodded.

"Oh right. But not the screams of the dead of course. No, no, wounded screams. Mainly whimpering, a great deal of complaining, and tales of sprained deltoids and gout." Y/n sunk her head into the wall behind her as Thor spoke. Tony turned his head from the pilot's seat.

"Hey Banner, Dr. Cho is on her way in from Seoul. IIs it okay if she sets up in your lab?" Bruce turned to face him as well.

"Um, yeah, she knows her way around." Tony got out of his seat and walked over to the scepter. Steve, Thor, and Nat joined him, but Y/n walked over to Bruce.

"Hey, don't worry about Hulk. He's more useful than me anyway." Bruce frowned.

"I'm not too sure." Y/n chuckled.

"Bartons about to go into surgery cause of me. I ran off to deal with this guy, left Clint alone, didn't even get the guy, and when I came back, I didn't have time to teleport him away from the shot. I think Hulk did some real good." Bruce smiled lightly at her last sentence. Y/n walked back to her spot and sat down. At least the guy she went after was pretty good-looking and matched her flirtiness. Maybe if he wasn't working for HYDRA to help kill her, they would have gotten along.

Y/n walked off the quinjet quietly and went to her room in the compound. She didn't want to look at Clint, or anyone really, so she opted for lying face down into her pillow. She faintly heard a knock at her door but chose to ignore it. Steve chose to ignore her ignoring it. She chose to groan loudly as he walked in.

"Hello to you too." He stood by her bed, but she refused to turn over.

"I just thought you'd want to know that Barton's fine. Still irritating as ever." Y/n lifted her head slightly off the pillow.

"Wow, I really need to get better at killing him, I was so close." Steve laughed as she aggressively flopped her head back down.

"You did not come close. You didn't even do anything." She lifted her arm up and pointed upwards before flicking her wrist to point to him. He once again chuckled.

"Let me guess, exactly? Exactly? Bingo? Jackpot? Right on the money?" Y/n finally rolled over.

"I would have gone with Yathzee, but those are good too." He shook his head.

"You don't make any sense. Look, we found out who the enhanced are. They're twins. Pietro and Wanda. Superspeed and, well I don't know what she does." Y/n stared at her roof.

"Torture. She puts people through torture." Steve frowned slightly.

"Maybe seeing Clint would cheer you up. I'm sure he doesn't blame you." Y/n turned her head.

"Fine. I'll go. You don't have to babysit me you know? I can handle myself." He raised an eyebrow but she just walked out, leaving him confused.

~~~ Time skip brought to you by a material girl~~~

Y/n kept to herself for three days. She barely left her room, and it was leaving the others a little worried. Usually, she was darting around the tower, finding someone to talk to, whether that be an intern, an employee, or just Jarvis. Nat knocked on her door and she opened it slightly, only her head poking through.

"Hello." Nat raised an eyebrow.

"Hi. Can I come in?" Y/n stood back and opened the door more, letting Natasha slide in before closing it again.

"I'm just trying to decide on a top to match my skirt." Natasha looked at Y/n's flowy, knee-length, f/c skirt, and then at the two tops on her bed. One white, and one black. She lifted up the white one and pushed it into Y/n's hands.

"This one. Now, hurry up so we can endure the endless pain that is Tony's party together."

They both made their way to the party. It was loud and filled with people Y/n didn't know. She sat at the bar where Nat was making drinks.

"I'm assuming you won't slip me a drink?" Nat chuckled.

"I would, but if Steve saw me I think he might start another lecture." Y/n laughed.

"He can't top the one from after Clint told him he didn't pay taxes." Nat shook her head with a smile.

"That was a doozy." Y/n laughed. She returned around on her stool to see Bruce walking over.

"I have to go. Have fun with your boyfriend." Y/n quickly hopped off and ran away from Nat before she could say anything.

She walked around. The night was almost over, the music was low and soft, and most of the guests had left. She saw Clint and Maria sitting on the floor in front of a few couches. She teleported over and grabbed the drum stick that Clint was twirling. He smiled and grabbed the other.

"You play?" Y/n smiled as she spun it in between her fingers.

"Of course. Who doesn't?" He smiled as the others sat down as well. 

After a bit, Clint looked at Thor's hammer.

"It's a trick!" Thor shook his head laughing.

"No, no, it's much more than that." Clint stopped twirling the drumstick and pointed to the hammer with it. He mocked Thor's voice.

"Ah, whoever be he worthy shall haveth the power. Whatever man it's a trick!" Thor motioned to it.

"Oh please, be my guest." Y/n tapped Clint's shoulder.

"Ooh man, he's challenging you." Thor smiled.

"Come on." Clint looked around.

"Really?" Tony smiled and looked at him.

"Yeah." Rhodes laughed and leaned back on the couch.

"Oh, this is gonna be beautiful." As Clint walked over Tony smiled.

"Clint, you've had a tough week, we won't hold it against you if you can't get it up." Y/n leaned over and high-fived Tony. Clint stopped in front of the hammer with a smile.

"I've seen this before." He grabbed the handle of the hammer and strained to lift it. Everyone chuckled at his grunts and groans. Clint chuckled lightly and shook his head.

"I don't know how you do it." Y/n chuckled.

"The judgment is palpable." Stark nodded.

"I can smell it." Clint swung his hand forward, gesturing to Tony.

"Please, Stark, by all means." Stark stood up and walked over beside Clint.

"Never one to shrink from an honest challenge," Y/n smirked.

"So only actual honesty is what you shrink for then?" There was light chuckles as Stark grabbed the hammer through the wrist strap.

"It's physics. Right, so, if I lift it, I then rule Asgard?" Thor nodded, somehow keeping a straight face.

"Yes, of course." Tony gripped harder and looked down at the hammer.

"I will be reinstituting prima nocta." He grunted as he pulled up, just as Clint had, but the hammer wasn't moving. Y/n raised her finger to her mouth to keep her laughter in. Tony let the strap fall off his wrist. Y/n called out.

"I'm no genius, but I think your physics isn't working!" He came back with the iron-man hand but still couldn't do it. Rhodey even joined in with his war machine hand, but even with both of them pulling, it wouldn't move off the table. Banner tried as well, but he couldn't do it either. Steve stepped up, but let go quickly. Y/n laughed as she saw Thor's nervous glance when Steve tried. Tony looked at her and motioned to Mjolnir.

"Your finding this very funny, why don't you try?" Y/n shook her head as she stopped twirling Clint's drum sticks.

"No way man, I'm not playing with your sexist hammer." Thor frowned.

"Mjolnir is not sexist!" Y/n curled her lips inward and raised an eyebrow.

"What was the magic riddle, 'whoever be he worthy shall haveth the power'? Right? I'm a she. Mjolnir only excepts he's, not she, and not even they's. That's sexist." Nat nodded as Thor frowned. Y/n just laid back on the couch with a shrug.

"Your sexist hammer won't let me be worthy, why try?" Tony nodded.

"See, the hammers sexist, it's a piece of shit." Maria Hill pointed to Tony with her beer bottle.

"Steve, he said a bad language word!" Steve shook his head.

"Did you tell everyone about that?" Tony ignored him and walked over to Thor.

"The handles imprinted right? Like a security code. 'whosever is carrying Thor's fingerprints?' is I think, the literal translation." Thor stood up with his glass in hand.

"Yes. It's a very, very interesting theory. I have a simpler one," He picked up the hammer and flipped it before catching it without looking. "You're all not worthy."

Everyone groaned but stopped as a high-pitched ringing sounded throughout the room. Y/n looked up as a straggly, wire-framed iron-man suit walked closer, oil spilling onto the floor.

"I think I'm gonna say a bad language word now."

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