[I finished Free!.. And can I just say.. those artists know how to draw if you know what I mean (¬‿¬). So yeah. That made me want to write this?]

How you became the manager for Avengers High Boys' swim team? Being Clint's sister has its perks. Their uniforms also kinda maybe persuaded you.

"Stop kicking off so hard, dammit!" Fury, the swim coach, shouts as Loki jumps into the water. "What are you, a rabbit?"

"A butterfly I believe, sir," You say, jotting down his insult for future training.

"And you, Clint, stop bending your knees so much! You look like you have to take a dump!"

You snort, writing that down as well, and look up just in time to see Bucky strapping on his goggles and bending down to start.

"I suggest you stop ogling the team members, (Y/n)," Fury raises his eyebrows, head tilted to the side. "And focus on who needs to get better at what. Understand?"

"P-Perfectly, sir," You mumble, jumping when Fury shrieks about Bucky's horrible diving angle.

"I swear, there's damn kids'll give me a heart attack from shouting this much."

"Then maybe you shouldn't be so loud..?" Your eyes widen when he pauses. "J-Just kidding."

"I have a growing hatred for the hot weather," Thor groans as he pulls himself out of the water and shakes out his goggles.

"Well, you better get used to it, or I'll kick your-"

"Coach," You fake a cough, pointing to the principle standing near by chatting with a teacher. "Remember what happened last time Natasha caught you threatening a student?"

He huffs. "I did not threaten anyone, (Y/n). I was simply telling them that if they did not stop point their head so high in the air, I'd use it as a target for my archery class!"

"Did he just threaten me?" Loki asks Bucky quietly, but he just shrugs ad gets back onto the diving board.

"I'm sure he didn't, Loki," Steve smiles warmly, adjusting his swimming cap. "Probably just teaching (Y/n) how to scare us."

Loki scoffs. "(Y/n) does not-"

"Stop standing there, Laufeyson!" You roar, startling Loki as he pulls on his goggles. They slip out of his fingers and smack into his forehead. "Idiots. All of them."

"Mhm."

"I don't get it!" Clint cries, throwing his arms up from the pool. "How are they so.. chummy!"

"No one says chummy anymore, Barton," Fury turns his burning gaze to Clint and he flinches. "Get back to work or I'll have your sister keep yelling at you morons."