"I'm Kate Bishop. This is Wednesday Elliot, my best friend," Kate mumbled, looking between Clint and Wednesday with an awestruck expression.

"You're kids. My God. How did you get this suit?" Clint looked at Kate again, stepping back as he held up the mask he'd taken off Kate.

Kate just opened her mouth, gaping at him.

Clint sighed as sirens started wailing from somewhere not far from them.

"Lookit. We gotta get you out of here. Okay? It's not safe for you to be in this. Do you live near here?" Clint looked between them.

"Yeah. We live just..." Kate trailed off as Clint nodded, grabbing his backpack from beside them and Kate's bag that he'd grabbed, too.

"Okay. Yeah. Okay. Here, take this. Are you two okay?" Clint said, shoving them at Kate.

"I'm really fine. I..." Kate trailed off. Wednesday sighed and grabbed Kate's hand, pulling her forward.

"Come on. Let's go," Clint said.

"I saw a dead body," Kate looked at Wednesday.

"You're finally on my level," Wednesday muttered.

"This way," Clint ushered them down the alleyway.

"It was a first," Kate said.

"We'll talk about it when you get there," Clint said.

"Where'd you learn to fight?" Clint looked at Wednesday and Kate as they walked Clint back to their apartment. They were holding hands tightly and Wednesday had removed her hood and mask to reveal her face.

"I, uh, started taking martial arts when I was five," Kate said.

"Boxing, too," Wednesday said. "We met in ballet class, though," she said.

"Wow. So, like, a year ago?" Clint said.

"Are... Are you assessing threats? Is that what you're doing?" Kate asked.

"Something like that," Clint said.

"That's how you operate? You're just constantly looking for things that are suspicious or weird?" Kate frowned.

"Uh-huh," Clint said.

"Well, that seems exhausting," Wednesday said.

"Look, just so you know, I'm not some total noob, right? Um... I was a little overwhelmed, but I held my own with those douchebags," Kate said.

"We're right here," Wednesday pointed at their building, pulling her keys out.

"She held her own with those douchebags," Clint pointed at Wednesday. "Wednesday, did you say?" Clint looked at her.

"Yes," Wednesday said.

"Your parents really called you Wednesday?" Clint said.

"Yes," Wednesday said.

"Where's Pugsley and Fester?" Clint smirked.

"It's the day of the week, not the character. Back to Kate's ego, now, please," Wednesday said, starting to flick through her keys to find the right one.

"Um, some people have called me the world's greatest archer," Kate said.

"Yeah? Are you one of those people? Is your girlfriend one?" Clint looked between Kate and Wednesday.

"Well... Yes," Kate mumbled.

"That's wonderful," Clint said.

"Yeah," Kate nodded.

"Open the door," Clint said.

"Yeah," Wednesday held up the right key and shoved it into the keyhole, wriggling it until the door opened.

"I really do not love that technique," Kate muttered to Wednesday. "I'm so glad you're the bottom," she added.

"I hate you so much. My technique is just fine. Hawkeye said I held my own. What did you do? Fangirl?" Wednesday teased her.

Kate smirked and slipped her hands around Wednesday's waist, leaning in so she could whisper in her ear.

"I might've fangirled over Hawkeye but you are not the top here. You know you love it when I take care of you like the little pillow princess you are," Kate whispered.

She continued up the stairs, but all Wednesday could do was stare after her with a red blush on her cheeks.

"Keep moving," Clint said, poking Wednesday in the back.

"Moving," Wednesday rolled her eyes.

"Why are you so red?" Clint asked.

"You really don't want to know," Wednesday said, hurrying up the stairs after Kate.

Wednesday led Kate and Clint into the apartment and grinned when she saw pizza dog on the floor, the pizza box chewed into shreds.

"Hi, baby," Wednesday grinned, crouching down with a wince to stroke his fair.

"Some guard dog you got here," Clint said, closing the front door.

"He's not my dog," Kate said. "Your knees. You want painkillers?" Kate said to Wednesday.

"Please," Wednesday nodded.

Kate moved towards the kitchen.

"Nice place for a kid," Clint said, looking around at their apartment.

"Yeah, I inherited it. Wes moved in as soon as she could get out of her dad's house," Kate said, presenting Wednesday with a bottle of water and painkillers Kate had broken in half.

Wednesday took the bottle and took a sip, swallowing down the tablets slowly. She nodded to Kate and Kate smiled, kissing her forehead as she stood up.

"What are you two, 18?" Clint said.

"I'm 22. Wes will be 22 on Christmas Day," Kate said.

"Yeah, same thing," Clint said. He paused. "Wait, your name is Wednesday and you're born on Christmas Day?" he said.

"Yes," Wednesday said.

"Fun fact, Wes was born in 2002 and Christmas Day in 2002 was a Wednesday," Kate said.

"Happy early birthday," Clint said.

"Thanks," Wednesday said.

"So, wanna get that vest off, so I can get going?" Clint motioned to Kate's vest.

"Yeah. Yeah, I'll... I'll be right there," Kate said. She hurried towards the stairs to their room, whispering quietly to herself. "Totally cool. Just stay cool. The Hawkeye in my place," Kate mumbled.

"Where'd you get the suit?" Clint asked.

"Black market auction," Kate called back down.

"And you bought it," Clint looked at Wednesday. She shrugged.

"No. Not exactly," she said.

"Uh-huh. So, what all did you do in this suit?" Clint asked.

"I beat some guys up. Wes saved the dog. Some light B and E," Kate said.

"Jesus. A 22-year-old vigilante with her little girlfriend partner in crime. Shouldn't you two be in school?" Clint said. Wednesday smirked as Kate scoffed.

"Funny you should ask. So, uh, now that I've answered all your questions, I have so many for you. Uh, starting with... Can you sign this?" Kate said, hurrying downstairs in a purple loungesuit with the suit under one arm and her bow under the other.

"I'm not done yet," Clint said.

"But when you are, can you sign my bow? You're kind of my favorite Avenger," Kate said, putting the suit over the back of a chair.

"My favourite is Wanda Maximoff. The things I would let that woman do to me," Wednesday mumbled, eyes turning glassy as she thought of Wanda.

"Hey!" Kate kicked Wednesday's leg. "I thought we talked about this," she said.

"Sorry. You know I'd choose you over her any day of the week," Wednesday said.

"Hm," Kate hummed, clearly not happy with that answer.

"Are you two okay? By the way?" Clint asked.

"I'm fine," Wednesday shrugged, standing up and moving to stand behind Kate.

"I'm good. Oh, yeah, no, I'm fine. You should see the other guys," Kate said.

"I did. Tracksuit Mafia," Clint said.

"That's their name? That's a little on the nose," Kate mumbled.

"Agreed," Wednesday said. She wrapped her arms around Kate's waist and smiled when Kate leaned back into her.

"Do you think they are the ones that killed my mom's fiancé's uncle?" Kate asked, moving her hands to rest over Wednesday's.

"Your mom's fiancé's uncle?" Clint repeated.

"Armand III," Kate said.

"Ah," Clint squinted.

"Of at least seven," Wednesday interjected.

"I... I do not know. But what I need to know is if anybody saw your face?" Clint said.

"No. Kept the mask on like a pro," Kate said.

"Okay, 'cause the person that wore this suit made a whole lot of enemies. All right? And the Tracksuits are just one of them," Clint said.

"That doesn't sound good," Kate said.

"Did you ever touch it?" Clint looked at Wednesday.

"Yes," Wednesday nodded.

"Did you wear it?" Clint rephrased his question.

"Oh, no. I mean, I touched it when I was running away with Kate," Wednesday said.

"You told nobody about this suit?" Clint looked between them.

"No," Kate said.

"There's no way you're connected to this suit?" Clint said.

"That's right," Kate said.

"I need you to be sure," Clint said.

"I am," Kate said.

"Certain?" Clint said.

"Yes," they nodded.

"The Tracksuits must've followed you from the auction to where I found you. Did you stop anywhere before that?" Clint asked.

"We just dropped off the dog," Kate said.

"Hey, Kate Bishop!" a man shouted from outside. Wednesday grimaced.

"And my name's on the buzzer," Kate said. Clint's eyes lingered over their shoulders before he looked back at them.

"Oh, no. Get down," he said.

They dropped down as a window smashed behind them. A bottle landed on the ground behind them, sparking up a large fire near the stairs. Clint jumped up onto the stairs where he was safe from fire and broke the window, catching another bottle and throwing it back to the Tracksuit Mafia.

Kate let go of Wednesday and barrelled up the stairs, shooting an arrow at the window before anyone else could throw a bottle at them. Wednesday climbed up after her, making quick work of grabbing the selection of throwing knives she owned.

Pizza Dog was whimpering at the top of the stairs and Wednesday grimaced.

"I'm sorry, baby," she said.

Kate let go of an arrow and it hit the fire extinguisher. The extinguisher shot off the wall, rocketing around the apartment before flying out of the open window towards the Tracksuits.

Water started raining down on them from the sprinklers in the ceiling and Wednesday let out a small groan.

"My hair," she whispered.

"Our home! Our stuff!" Kate cried, stumbling up the stairs to Wednesday with Clint behind her.

"Just grab the dog and go! We'll come back for the suit," Clint said.

Wednesday grabbed the dog's lead and they quickly ran to the bedroom, climbing over the bed and kicking the window open onto the balcony. They climbed out and hurried down the stairs, disappearing down the side road.

Wednesday looked back towards the apartment building they'd just vacated, stopping as she thought about the possessions of hers that had probably just burnt to ash in their apartment.

"Wes," Kate grabbed her hand with a knowing look. "You know it's only our things gone. Theirs are still at your house," Kate said.

"Our friendship contract is in there," Wednesday said. It was framed in their kitchen, probably reduced to ash, now.

They'd made it when they were five and the rules were pretty basic. Always stick up for your best friend, always love your best friend and always be the best friend you can be. When they were ten, they'd added the condition about the punishment for not doing dares.

"We know it off by heart. We can make a new one," Kate said positively.

"I know," Wednesday sighed, following Clint down the alleyway. "Still. End of an era, or something," she said.

"It doesn't mean you can get rid of me, you know?" Kate said, slipping her hand into Wednesday's free one.

"Why would I ever want to do that? You're all I have left, Katie baby," Wednesday said quietly.

Clint looked over at the girls, frowning when he saw how upset Kate looked at how emotionless Wednesday seemed. Kate caught his eye and he raised an eyebrow. She shook her head.

"I'm not leaving you, Wes. Promise," Kate said, squeezing Wednesday's hand. "So, where are we going?" she asked.

"We need supplies," Clint said.

"Hell yeah! Avenger supplies?" Kate said.

"Not gonna lie to you, this is a bit of a letdown," Kate declared as she, Wednesday, Pizza dog and Clint walked around a pharmacy to get supplies for their injuries.

"Sorry to disappoint you. Wanna grab some of that rubbing alcohol over there? Lower shelf," Clint said, grabbing a few ointments.

Wednesday grabbed the rubbing alcohol and threw them into his basket, both of them landing standing up between a box of gauze and a few packets of stitch tape.

"Good aim," Clint eyed her.

"Better with my knives," Wednesday said, grabbing some more bandages for her knees when she saw them on the shelves.

"So, what's the plan now? Let me guess. We're going to your safe house? Is it in Avengers Tower?" Kate asked.

"No. Tony sold that. A few years ago," Clint mumbled. Wednesday sighed.

"Devastating," she said.

"That is so sad on so many levels," Kate said.

"Come on," Clint said, leading them to the cashier station.

Wednesday grabbed herself a few energy drinks, ignoring Clint's raised eyebrows as she grabbed Kate's favourite brand of them.

"Those things will kill you," he said.

"Good. The sooner, the better," Wednesday said.

"Wes, I thought we agreed on no suicide jokes at Christmas time. It counteracts the Christmas cheer," Kate said distractedly, picking through chewinggum packets while she looked for Wednesday's favourite cool mint flavour. "Aha! Got it," she said, putting the packet in the basket.

"We agreed on one a day," Wednesday corrected her.

"Yeah, that actually sounds about right," Kate nodded. "But that's your one for today," she said.

"I know," Wednesday said.

Clint looked between the two of them in exasperation, before looking at Pizza dog sniffing at his leg.

"Alright. What is it? What do you want with me?" he muttered. He looked back at the girls. "Look, I gotta find a place to stash you two. Safe. So I can recover the suit and clean your mess," he said.

"Stash us? We're not bags of money," Kate said.

"No, you're not. Bags of money'd be useful to me," Clint said.

"That's so rude," Wednesday muttered.

"Next," the cashier said. Clint stepped forward and put the basket down with a smile.

"Hi, how are you? Merry Christmas," he said.

"We actually do know a place about 10 blocks away. Would bags of money know a place?" Kate smirked as she looked at Clint.

Wednesday knew instantly that she meant her aunt's place and nodded.

"We do know a place. We are officially more intelligent than you in this moment," Wednesday said.

Clint looked at the two of them before looking back at the cashier.

"Kids," he forced a smile.

"Is there cats in here?" Clint groaned as Wednesday picked the lock for Kate's aunt's place and opened the door.

"Mm. Just cat hair," Kate said, flicking on the lights.

She led the two others into the kitchen and Wednesday let go of Pizza dog's lead, grabbing the pizza out of the bag to defrost it for his dinner.

"Okay. Here. I need you to clean your wounds. Use this. Use soap, this and disinfect it. Alright. I'm going back to your apartment to get that suit. And then I'm going back to my kids," Clint said, putting the bag down on the kitchen counter and walking to the front door.

"Oh, yes, Clint, you may enter my apartment. Don't you need my keys?" Kate sassed.

"Nope. I'm good. Stay here. Lock this door," Clint said, closing the door.

Wednesday walked over and locked it, then walked back into the kitchen.

"You should go and shower and then I'll clean your knees properly for you," Kate said.

"You sure?" Wednesday said.

"Yeah. You know where everything is," Kate smiled.

Wednesday nodded and headed down the hallway to the bathroom to get a shower.

Wednesday sat at the kitchen counter, eyes on her phone as she stared at the photograph of the twins Emily had sent her. Kate was on the phone to her mom, sat on the couch with Pizza dog opposite her on the armchair. She had a frozen pizza held to the cut on her head.

The door opened and Clint stepped in, nodding hello at them both.

"I was so scared. What happened to you two?" Eleanor's voice came over the phone.

"Nothing. We went out the back," Kate said. "Hey," she called to Clint.

"Hey," he said.

"That was crazy. An explosion? Some kind of black market auction?" Eleanor said.

"We gotta go. Love you," Kate said.

"I love you, too. You, too, Wednesday Elliot!" Eleanor called.

"Love you," Wednesday mumbled distractedly.

"Since when did everybody start saying I love you to everybody all the time?" Clint said, putting his bag on the counter beside Wednesday.

"That was my mom. Since when did your heart shrink three sizes?" Kate said.

"When a little girl in a ninja costume and her girlfriend stole my Christmas," Clint said. Kate stood up and walked over to them, resting her arm around Wednesday's shoulder and clearing her throat. "What?" Clint asked.

"Multitasking," Kate said. Clint hummed. "Reducing swelling. Thawing out Pizza Dog's breakfast," she said.

"Is that the, uh, dog's name?" Clint squinted at them as he unpacked the supplies they'd bought.

"He doesn't have a name. It's more of a title of nobility," Wednesday said.

"Like Earl of Sandwich," Kate agreed.

"How's your wounds?" Clint asked, looking between them. Wednesday looked up from the phone with a frown. "I saw the video of you sliding across a road and scraping your knees up to see the dog," he said.

"Ah," Wednesday said.

"It still hurts a little bit," Kate said. "Wes wouldn't let me look at hers, though. Said she'd cleaned them herself," she said. Clint raised his eyebrow as Kate moved the pizza off her head, revealing her wound.

"Did you clean it?" Clint asked.

"Yeah," Kate said.

"Yeah," Wednesday said.

"Let me see," Clint looked at Wednesday. She sighed and kicked her legs up onto the counter, showing him the bandages around her knees. They were already stained with small dots of blood. "You did it wrong. Both of you. Wednesday, unwrap your knees. Kate, sit down," Clint said.

"Why?" Kate said, sitting on the chair beside Wednesday.

"I'm gonna fix it," he said.

"You're taking it off?" Kate squinted at him.

"Yeah. It's on wrong. And I'm just gonna rip it off like a Band-Aid. Okay?" he said, putting his hands over the wound. "Ready. One," he ripped the stitch tape off quickly.

"Oh. Oh," Kate groaned, grabbing Wednesday's hand and squeezing tightly.

"Alright. Just gonna clean it up," Clint said, dabbing rubbing alcohol over the cut. "You don't want this infected, it'll ruin your week. Ooh. That's actually not so bad. Okay. It's a deep scratch," he said.

He grabbed the stitch tape and grabbed one.

"Want these perpendicular to it, you wanna close it. This is helping it cinch. So it can mend to each other faster," he said, putting them down.

"Yeah," Kate nodded.

"All good?" Clint said.

"Yeah," Kate said.

"Okay. Wednesday," Clint said, turning to look at her.

She looked up from the knees she had unbandaged. He groaned slightly.

"Jesus, kid. Please, please don't ever do something like that again," he said.

"It's not that bad," Wednesday said.

Kate looked over and grimaced. Red cuts covered most of her knees and spread halfway down her shins, too. It wasn't looking pretty.

"That's really bad," she said.

"Okay, you, shut up. You dared me to save the dog," Wednesday said.

"You asked me to do it!" Kate said.

"You could've said no!" Wednesday said.

"To you? That's the stupidest thing you've ever said. You know you've got me wrapped around your little finger," Kate said.

"I know," Wednesday smiled dopily at her. Kate grinned and cupped her cheeks.

"Cute," she said.

Clint looked between the two of them with raised eyebrows.

"Okay, seriously, adorable, but lets focus on the legs," he said.

"Kate loves my legs," Wednesday smirked.

"Wednesday!" Kate gasped. "Not in front of Clint," she said.

"Oh, hypocrite. What was it you said to me on the stairs?" Wednesday raised her eyebrows.

"That'll embarrass you more than it'll embarrass me," Kate said.

Wednesday's phone rang, interrupting their teasing before it could get any worse for Clint to endure.

"It's Monday," Wednesday said.

"Monday?" Clint repeated.

"Her big brother. Answer it," Kate said.

Wednesday answered the phone and put it on speaker.

"Hello," Wednesday said.

"Hello," Monday's voice came through the phone. The line was silent for a few seconds before Monday cleared his throat. "I just wanted to call and make sure you're still okay with Em and I bringing the kids out to spend Christmas with you," he said.

"Yeah, of course. Kate and I can't wait to see the little guys," Wednesday said.

Clint motioned towards her knees with the rubbing alcohol and Wednesday nodded with a reluctant face.

"They're really excited, too," Monday said.

Wednesday gasped as Clint started applying the rubbing alcohol. She grabbed Kate's hand, squeezing it tightly.

"Wednesday? Are you okay?" Monday said.

"Yeah. I, uh, fell over today. Rescuing a dog. I cut my knees. I'm cleaning them," Wednesday said.

"You should take more care, you know," Monday sighed. "You were always getting hurt, even when we were kids. Is Kate with you?" he asked.

"Always is," Wednesday said.

"Hi, Monday," Kate said.

"Hi, Kate. Okay, the boys want to speak to you both before they go to bed. Is that cool?" he said.

"Of course," Kate smiled.

Wednesday hissed as Clint moved to clean the other knee.

"Fucking hell, Clint!" she hissed.

"Language, aunt Wes!" Ben's voice came over the phone.

Wednesday's mouth dropped.

"Ben! I didn't know you were here yet, buddy," she said.

"Daddy's making a face because you said fucking hell," Max's voice joined Ben's now. Wednesday put her face in her hands.

"Max, don't repeat anything she says. She's got a sailor's mouth," Monday lectured.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck-" Max started chanting.

"Hey, Max, how about I teach you an even better word to say?" Kate said quickly.

"A better word?" Ben asked curiously.

"Yes! It is... It is..." Kate trailed off.

"Flumpstuffles," Clint said quickly.

"Flumstuffles. Flumpstuffles?" Wednesday looked at Clint.

He shrugged.

"What? I got kids," he said.

"Flumpstuffles. What's a flumpstuffle?" Max asked.

"Well, it's not really a thing. It's more something you say. Like, oh, flumpstuffles!" Clint said.

"Oh, flumpstuffles!" the twins copied.

"Thank you," Wednesday sighed.

"Bandages," Clint said, getting them ready.

"Go ahead," she said.

"Are you guys looking forward to Christmas in New York?" Kate asked the twins.

"We're so excited to fly, Kate!" Ben said. "Mommy said I can have the window seat with daddy and Max can have the window seat with her!" he said.

"No way!" Kate gasped. "That sounds so cool! You'll have to take loads of photos of you guys in the airport, alright? So we can see the entire journey," she said.

"Mommy says your mommy invited us to a party on Christmas Eve, Kate. Is that true?" Max asked.

"It is," Kate said.

"Is aunt Wes gonna be your date?" Max grinned.

"You know we're not dating, Max," Wednesday reminded her nephew.

Clint dropped the bandages.

"You're not dating?" he looked between the two of them.

"We're best friends," Kate said.

"You... But you... The looks, and the touching, and the teasing?" he said.

"They're best friends who kiss sometimes!" Ben said.

"Ew! Disgusting! Cooties!" Max shouted.

"Okay, guys," Emily's voice came over the phone.

There was silence for a few seconds before Emily's voice returned.

"Hey, Wednesday, Kate," she said.

"Hi, Emily," they chorused.

"Sorry about the boys and Monday. I've sent him to put them down. So, all of the plans are still going ahead? You haven't got a last minute thing that means we can't come?" Emily said.

Wednesday flushed when Emily teased her. She had done that to get out a few visits in the past, more so when the boys were babies. They could ease the awkwardness now they were five and could actually talk to you.

"No, I'm still free," Wednesday said.

"You know I'm playing, honey. I don't blame you for not wanting to spend time with your brother. He can be a pain in my ass, sometimes," Emily said.

Wednesday quickly put the phone off speaker and to her ear, knowing Emily was being serious about something.

"What happened?" she asked.

"Oh, the usual. He didn't want to come for Christmas, I told him we were coming, he told me I was an idiot, I told him to fuck off, he stormed off and came back with flowers," Emily said.

Wednesday felt a weird pang in her heart at the thought of her brother losing his temper with his wife over her.

"Em," she started.

She stood up when Clint nodded she could and hurried down the hallway for some privacy.

"If he's making a scene, you guys don't have to come. You can blame it on me so the twins are okay and I'll be fine with Kate," Wednesday said.

"No, honey, I'm not letting him do it," Emily said firmly. "He has been such a dick to you since your mom died and I'm finally getting him to work on it. He's just nervous and knows he can take it out on me because I love him and I sat through the counselling sessions with him when he talked about what happened," she said.

"That's more of a reason for him not to come, really. My mom," Wednesday said.

"It's more of a reason for him to come. He needs to heal and his healing has to happen in New York. He needs to fix his relationship with you, unless this is you telling me that you do not want him there. If this is you setting boundaries, you tell me and I'll cancel the trip," Emily said.

"I'm not..." Wednesday trailed off with a sigh, rubbing her forehead as she leaned against the wall in the hallway. "I'm not putting boundaries in place. This is me thinking it'll cause way more drama than necessary," she said.

"Honey, it's Christmas time with family. There will always be way more drama than necessary," Emily said.

Wednesday smiled slightly, looking down the hallway at where Kate and Clint were talking about Kate's apartment.

"Yeah, I suppose you're right. Text me before your plane leaves, okay? I'll meet you guys when you're settled into the hotel and Kate and I will give you all the official tour of our New York," Wednesday said.

"Good. And maybe this year you will finally wife up that best friend of yours," Emily said happily. "I should go and assist with bedtime. Max is kicking off a storm," she said.

"How's he been?" Wednesday asked.

Max had recently been diagnosed with autism and ADHD. Emily and Monday had known about the possibility for a while, but Wednesday had found herself on the receiving end of a phone call from Emily where she spent twenty minutes crying about how she didn't know if she was good enough of a mother for the boys.

Wednesday had panicked at the sign of emotions, but Kate had been listening and quickly stepped in to reassure her. Ever since then, Emily had been a big fan of Kate Bishop.

"He's... You know, it's all working towards taking the next step and it's getting easier now we're learning how to do that. It's hard but he's trying so hard to work with us when we give him the coping techniques. Ben is the best at it. I think it's their twin thing," Emily said.

"And the fact that Ben is also deaf and can just turn his implant off when Max is shouting, and can then turn it back on when he's done to calm him down," Wednesday said.

Emily laughed.

"He's so excited about hearing all of the sounds of New York. I've got so many batteries charged just in case he insists on wearing them all day," Emily said.

"He's sweet. They both are. I'll let you put them to bed. Tell the boys we can't wait to see them," Wednesday said.

"I will. We love you both," Emily said.

"We love you, too," Wednesday said.

She ended the call and walked back to the kitchen.

"No suit, but Clint has a lead. And now he's sending us to bed," Kate said.

"Bed sounds great," Wednesday said honestly.

"No funny business, alright? You both look exhausted and you," Clint pointed at Wednesday, "Need to take painkillers and sleep. Your legs are jacked up. Not good for this kind of shit," he said.

"Aye, aye, captain," Wednesday said sarcastically.

"Em okay?" Kate asked.

"She's fine. Monday's just being a dick, as usual. Boys are excited to see us," Wednesday said.

"I can't wait to see their little faces," Kate grinned.

"So, who is this?" Clint asked.

"My brother, his wife and their twin boys. Ben and Max," Wednesday said.

"See, their names are normal," Clint said. "You gonna give your kids weird names?" he asked.

"I don't know," Wednesday said. "Kate would help me pick," she said.

"So, you two are not dating?" Clint said, looking between them.

"No," they said.

"But you kiss sometimes?" he said.

"Yeah," they said.

"And that... That hasn't made it confusing?" he said.

They both shrugged. He noticed how they avoided looking at each other, both had blushes on their cheeks, and both seemed to be lying.

He studied them for a few more seconds before deciding one thing. If this lead didn't work out, if he was going to be stuck here for a few days cleaning up their mess, he was goddamn sure going to get these two to admit the fact they were so obviously in love with each other.

It was his public duty to the world, he felt. Thor was often called the protector of lesbians, or something stan twitter came up, but Clint figured he could give them a hand, too. Because, honestly, seeing this hopeless pining over each other after being completely fooled they were openly in love, it was giving him a headache.

"Okay. Bed. Rest. No sex," he said.

"God, now you sound like Kate's mom," Wednesday said.

"You do," Kate agreed.

"At least my mom fully encouraged our activities," Wednesday looked at Kate as they walked down the hallway.

"Bless the lord for April Elliot, hey?" Kate grinned.

"Bless the lord," Wednesday agreed.