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WHY DO I SEE THIS HAPPENING?😂

(Clint brings Steve to a barn)

Steve: Why are we at a barn, Clint?

Clint: Natasha told me you were looking for a barn.

Steve: BARNES, Clint.

CLINT BARTON IS MY HERO😭😭😂

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I'm Keeping It

Hi!!! I love your writing. You aré an amazing writer. Can you do a one shot for the avengers where i just joined the team and they doubt me and tease me because i’m really small like 4'11. But i prove them wrong with my fighting skills ( i’m like black widow ). Thank you so much if you can ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ Announcements: Sorry its a little short, but I hope you all enjoy! Warnings: Fight scenes.

“Get down!” You yelled as you tackled Hawkeye to the floor.

“Thanks, kid!” Yelled back as he began shooting off more arrows in the enemy’s direction.

You bit your tongue as you thought about calling him some very rude names. The thing was, you weren’t a ‘kid’, you were just short. Only about 4’ 11’’ and to everyone else it only gave them something to tease about. It also didn’t help very much that you were the newest edition to the Avengers, so it was just comments like, “Do you need help reaching the door handle?” or names like, “Shortstop,” and “Little grasshopper,” it sucked.

You were jolted from your thoughts as the ground near your feet exploded, causing you to take cover once again. The Avengers had gotten a tip that a major weapons deal involving HYDRA would be going on at this location. Good news, the tip was real, bad news, the tip was real and now was shooting in the general direction of your face. You looked around to find the weapon in question but couldn’t see it from your vantage point. Sighing you came up to a crouching position and ran quickly, firing blindly into the direction of the enemy and came to a stop next to more crates. Looking around again, you still didn’t see anything.

Looking down you switched out the magazine of your gun and was about to run to another spot when your eyes landed on the box directly at eye level. It was the symbol for HYDRA.

You chuckled as you said into your earpiece, “Y'know, for a very secret evil organization, you think that they would stop putting their very specific looking logo on everything.”

Someone, you thought Steve, “Like we can talk. Our headquarters in a gigantic ugly tower in the middle of New York with a huge “A” on the front of it.“

"Hey,” replied Tony, “It’s not ugly, its modern and you’re just old.”

“Anywho,” you said before anything went too far, “I think its the weapon. So I’m gonna open it and play with my new toy.”

“Ooh,” Natasha said, “Hopefully its something small so you can actually hold it.”

Again, you had to hold the urge to tell them all to shove it, but you managed. At least you had decency.

You made quick work of the lock on top and opened the case. Inside looked a fairly normal looking gun, except for the fact that parts of it were glowing with a soft red light.

“Oh yeah,” you whispered.

Grabbing it you aimed it at a random villain and pulled the trigger. An almost blinding red light came streaking from the tip and took the henchmen down. Sadly it also took you down with the recoil, making you fall flat on your butt.

Thor came rushing over, “Let me help you, small one.”

“I don’t need help,” you said, as you shot someone sneaking up on the god of thunder.

And all of a sudden, it seemed like it was just you and random targets in the room, shooting everything that moved and wasn’t wearing an outrageous costume. It was just you twirling around the floor like a lethal dancer on stage. And soon, there were no more targets, just you, and then your new teammates peeking carefully out from different points of cover. You could tell from the looks on their faces that some things had changed on their thoughts of you. In that moment, you knew that you had earned your right to respect. No more were the days of constant name calling and condescending tones, today, you were an Avenger.

You grin at their cautious faces, “I’m keeping the gun.”