"How's he doing, Nat?" I spun around and faced Bruce, smiling before I spoke.
"He could be doing better." I reply. "He definitely needs sleep. But every time I tell him to he refuses."
"That's just Clint for you. Anyway, he's not had sleep for over four days so hell just pass out."
Bruce laughed slightly then rubbed his neck uncomfortably. We stayed there for a while, lost in each others eyes.
"Is the man of arrows doing okay? I would like to know how I can help." Thor boomed, ruining the moment. Bruce just laughed before patting Thor on the shoulder and walking off. Thor was confused - as always - and looked at me. I also started laughing at the sight of him.
"What is so funny about me that makes you mortals laugh?" At this point, I was in fits, laughing a bit too loud.
"Next time Thor. Check what you wearing before you leave the tower." I walked off down the hallway as Thor looked down at his clothes.
"Oh. I don't see what is wrong with my fluffy night time wear."
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Avengers: Twins aren't all the same
FanfictionPietro Maximoff has been unconscious and in an unstable condition for months now. His loved ones have been watching on with distraught hope that he might just make it out alive, and just as there seems to be a glimmer of hope for one Maximoff, thing...
