A/N: 4k!!!!! Unbelievable guys! Never thought I'd get so many people enjoying my story!:):)

Clint was worried.

It'd been over a week and he hadn't heard anything about that kid, Peter Parker. Maybe it was just his parental tendencies kicking in, but he couldn't help but wonder how Peter was doing, even if it wasn't his place to. After all, the kid looked on the verge of death when Steve pulled him out of the rubble. Did he have surgery? Did it go okay? Will he ever Spider-Man again?

Too many questions, and the ridge of tension between him and Tony Stark wasn't helping him get any answers.

So Clint made the decision to pay the Tower a visit. The worst that could happen was that Tony caught wind that he was there and was tossed back onto the streets, but even then, he was a spy. Spy's aren't caught very easily.

But Clint called Natasha anyway.

Nat picked up on the third ring, sounding bored on the other end of the line. "Hello?" She said.

"Nat!" Clint exclaimed, looking up at the Avengers Tower looming over him. Or was it Stark Tower, now? "How are you?!"

Natasha audibly sighed. "Clint, you called me yesterday. I already told you, I'm fine. Stark is taking good care of me. I should be working again in a few weeks."

Clint bit his lip, mentally cursing himself but deciding to laugh it off. "Oh shit!" He chuckled. "I forgot! That is what you told me yesterday. Well, i was just checking in just in case anything changed-."

"What do you want, Barton?"

Of course, Nat always saw right through him.

Clint gave in, scratching the back of his neck. "So, I'm outside the Tower right now-."

"Of course you are."

"-I'm just so worried about that Peter Parker! You think you could sneak me in so i could see him?" Clint finished in a rush.

There was a beat of silence before Clint could hear Nat laughing lightly on the other end of the phone.

"What?" He snapped, disheartened.

Natasha's giggles quickly sputtered out. "Tony still hasn't forgiven you, has he?" She said.

Clint whimpered. "Are you gonna help me out or just bully me about it?"

"Yeah, yeah, gimme a sec. i haven't seen Peter since this morning so after i find him, I'll be sure to tell you-."

"You're the best, thanks!"

"-but I'm sure you could just walk right in-!"

Clint ended the call and started to find his way to the Towers garage area.

***

  Natasha looked at her phone incredulously. "Clint did not just hang up on me," she mumbled to herself before yanking her aching body from the couch.

  After her conversation with Tony, the pair had come up with a plan to get Peter to admit his feelings toward the man, resulting in Nat abiding her time waiting for the plan to go into action. And seeing that Peter had mysteriously disappeared after their morning run together, she had been waiting a while. Clint and his crazy self just gave her a reason to put the plan into motion herself.

  "Hey, Fri?" The assassin called to the ceiling. "Is Peter in his room?"

  "Yes, Ms. Romanoff. Mr. Parker has been located in his personal quarters since 11:37am," Friday replied.

That made Nat pause. Even when the kid was bedridden, he had still found a way to be involved in the other's day, whether that was using Friday to call them to his room or FaceTiming and texting them. For him to be so quiet and isolated was very out of the ordinary.

  And frankly, quite concerning.

Natasha pursed her lips together and started to make her way to the teen's room, all the while paranoid thoughts were running through her mind. Why would Peter be in his room all day? Wouldn't he have wanted to see Tony? Did something happen while i was talking to Tony?

Nat stopped, the worst possible case scenario pushing itself to the front of her mind, demanded all her attention along with all her panic.

What if Peter heard Tony and I's conversation?

  No, that was impossible, the spy chided herself, resuming her walk. If he'd heard, he would've finally realized he isn't a bother to Tony after all! And wouldn't lock himself in his room.

  Nat approached the teen's door, a new wave of confidence radiating off of her now that she knew the worst case scenario wasn't possible. She knocked gently.

  "Peter?" She called. "Fri told me you've been in your room all day. Can i come in, bud?"

  In the matter of about two seconds, the door had been flung open and Nat had been pulled inside, with the door being slammed behind her.

"Peter!" Nat exclaimed as her back slammed against the back of Peter's bed frame. "What's going on?!"

  When Peter turned around, he had his hands in his hair and tears staining his cheeks. He looked haunted, like he was fresh out of a panic attack.

  "Ms. Natasha," He said shakily, brown eyes meeting her blue ones with craze. "You have to help me."

***

Clint tapped his foot in impatience. It had been nearly half an hour and Nat still hadn't gotten back to him.

The archer sighed and took one last glance at his phone. He had to get home soon, before his wife suspected he was doing more than just cashing a check at the bank. It was now or never.

  "So what if I'm retired?" Clint mumbled to himself as he pulled out his pocket knife and stalked towards the door. "I was never good at it anyway."

  He jiggled the tip of the blade against the door knob, grinning in triumph when he heard a click.

  "Mr. Barton, you do know you were re-granted full access to the Tower after you were pardoned?" Friday's voice echoed in the garage, startling the man.

Clint sheepishly pocketed his knife. "No," he said. "No, i did not."

The assassin slipped through the open door and onto the bottom floor. He made his way to the elevator, lights turning on along the ceiling as he walked. Once he reached the elevator, he told Fri to take him up to the floor Peter was on.

  But the elevator didn't move an inch.

***

  "Boss, Mr. Barton has entered the Tower and is currently asking to see Mr. Parker. Shall i grant him access?" Friday said, interrupting the engineer at work.

Tony froze, hands still elbow deep in the new spidey suit. The panic came a moment later, flooding his system like a tsunami.

"No!" He cried, jolting off his stool like he'd been zapped by lightning. "Don't grant him access. Peter is off limits! How did he even get into the Tower?!"

"He was re-granted full access along with the rest of the rogues after they were pardoned," Friday answered. Tony had exited the lab and was taking the stairs two at a time to reach Peter on the main floor.

The man grunted with the effort. "Where is Peter right now?" He demanded. He had to beat Barton there.

"Mr. Parker is currently located in his bedroom, Boss."

Tony gritted his teeth together, his legs aching as he finally reached the floor where the bedrooms were located. He hadn't had this much physical exercise outside the Ironman suit since 2008!

Tony swung his body around the corner and practically threw himself against Peter's door. He was surprised when it collapsed under him and he stumbled into the bedroom.

But he was even more surprised to find not only Peter Parker, but two world-renowned assassins in the room along with him.

  "What the hell?!" Tony exclaimed, waltzing further into the room. "What's going on in here?"

Clint scratched the back of his neck nervously. "Uhhh, nothing-?" He tried.

"Well, it doesn't look like nothing!" Tony exploded and turned his hard eyes on Natasha. "And what do you think you're doing? It better not be what i think it is!"

Nat crosses her arms over her chest and stared the fuming man down with her own pair of steely blue eyes. "Excuse me?" She hissed menacingly.

Peter shrunk in on himself. "Tony..." he mumbled.

"Why is he even here?!" Tony gestured wildly towards Clint. "He wasn't part of the plan! In fact he never should've met Peter!"

"Mr. Stark.." the teen tried once again, voice getting smaller.

"Clint doesn't fit in this new life I've created for myself! He was on Rodgers's side, and Rodger nearly killed me! I-i can't have-i can't have him around Peter, Nat. I can't..."

"Dad!"

  The room fell into a stunned silence, the air tingling with tension so thick, Peter and Tony felt like this couldn't breathe. Peter sucked in air desperately, feeling drained from the emotion strain it took to say it, even if it was enough to get Tony to shut up.

  Then the air bubble popped as Nat broke the silence with a sarcastic bark.

  "So much for the plan, Stark!" The assassin cackled, leaning on her partner for support as laughs racked her body. Clint could only look at her in bewilderment.

  Tony pressed his fingers to his lips, tasting oil and grease on his skin. His brain had completely short-circuited, leaving him spluttering like an old car engine.

  Peter on the other hand, looked on the verge of throwing up. His lips were pressed together, his cheeks puffed out in an attempt to hold back tears and bile. His tiny fists were clenched by his sides and although he looked like he was trying his best to be brave, Clint could tell he was scared out his mind.

  How are you supposed to navigate paternal feelings toward an non-relative anyway?

Clint looked between the pair, getting more and more anxious by the second. He knew they would destroy themselves, tear each other apart, if he didn't help. Because he was the only one who could help.

The archer slapped his hands together. "Alright!" He said, a smile tugging at his mischievous lips. "Who's hungry for some dinner? I'm cooking!"