blind_devil | What the Hell Happened: aka Drunk Science equals bitty Avengers

"Not exactly." Clint says kicking the door shut the four year old on his hip starting a little. He knows Matty can hear the second heartbeat, Bruce hasn't left his size since it happened, don't ask him why. "But um Tony and Bruce where having a science party..." He says setting the boy down and the kid grabs his hand.

Matt can indeed hear the second heartbeat, high and fast. He walks into the main living area. "I assume that the fact that there is a kid with you means the science party went very wrong." He kneels down at the kid's eye level. "Hey there I'm Matt," he says with the air that he's done this before. a few times. "You must be Bruce right?"

The four year old nods and tries to hide. "Hey, hey it's okay I'm not going to hurt you. I'm a friend."

Clint smiles a little, "He's my friend, You can call him Matty." He laughs a little, "Told you, you're gonna stay with us a bit." He says easily.

"Guess those dinner plans are off, unless you want to go get dinner with us?" Clint asks arching and eyebrow at Bruce and sitting on the floor. "Or you can help me cook..."

"Clint makes awesome pizza and grilled cheeses," Matt coaches, "and I happen to love grilled cheese. What about you Bruce do you like grilled cheese."

Bruce nods, and Clint laughs a little, "He's nodding... Bruce buddy you need to use your words with Matt, okay?" Clint says licking his lips a little.

"I'm supposed to be seen not heard." He mumbles and Clint can't really catch it because the boy is looking at the ground.

Matt does though and he feels something dark and angry crawl up his spine. "Bruce," he says gently, "I know it's not fun being shy and scared in a new place but Clint and I won't know what you need unless you tell us, because I can't see you and Clint can't hear really well. You need to be seen and heard in our house okay?"

Bruce nods. "Okay," he says sounding a little braver, "I like grilled cheese and soup...can I have some soup too?"

"Yeah you can help me make dinner too, if you want too." Clint smiles standing up and offering his hand to Bruce to lead him into the kitchen. "Pepper said she's bringing you some more clothes." he smiles dragging a chair into the kitchen. "What kind of soup should we have? I think tomato goes best with grilled cheese." He smiles

"I like chicken noodle soup," Bruce says shyly, "can we have some of that with the grilled cheese?" Matt smiles. "I vote for chicken noodle too, it's my favorite too." He leans over and whispers in Clint's good ear. "How on Earth did Bruce just get even cuter. He's so polite too."

Clint laughs a little and signs against Matt's wrist, "I dunno, but Tony's a handful, you're lucky they didn't bring you home a pint sized me..." He laughs a little.

"Okay, well we have left over chicken breast from last night..." He lays pulling it out of the fridge and finds the chick stock, pulls noodles out of the cupboard.

He fills a pot with a mix of water and stock and puts it on the heat, and chops up some basil and slices some tomatoes. "Okay Brucey you dump these in the pot." He smiles putting the boy on the chair. "Once it's boiling we can drop in the noodles." He says adding a little salt and pepper to stock.

"You're fast with a knife..." Clint says wide eyed.

"I work with them a lot..." Clint responds carefully

"Are you a chef?"

Matt starts putting together the sandwiches as Clint works. The chef comment makes him chuckle. "You know I once asked him the same question and you know what he told me. That he was a ninja by day and a chef by night pretty cool huh?" Bruce nods like a puppy. "Are you a ninja too," he asks wide eyed. "Sort of I'm a lawyer."

"I'm a pirate, pirates are cooler..." Clint says smiling and it makes Bruce laugh a little. "Matty can be a ninja."

Clint checks the stock and adds a little more of the cubed up chicken breast and hands Bruce the box of noodles to dump in.

He takes a spoon full and taps Matt's wrist offering him a taste of just the broth. "Good? Gonna add a little of the shredded parm when it's almost ready." He smiles.

"Lawyer... like you work with the police..." Bruce asks looking a little nervous.

Matt rolls the broth around his mouth a little. "Touch more pepper and it will be great," he says as he starts buttering bread. "And I do work with the police sometimes if one of the people I'm defending needs me too. I'm a good guy though I don't help anyone lock up kids I promise."

Clint puts in a bit more pepper, and grabs the canister of shaker parm from the cabinet and adds a little to the pot mixing it in.

"I'm not supposed to talk to people who work with police..." Bruce says his little heart beating a little faster and he curls in on himself a little.

"Hey Brucey... What ever it is your scared of, it can't get you here." Clint says putting the lid on the pot and setting Bruce back down on the ground.

Matt nods and stops what he's doing to kneel at Bruce's eye level even though he can't see him. "You are really safe here I promise. Clint and I will protect you from anyone who might try to hurt you. All you have to worry about is what cheese you want on your sandwich okay?"

"Orange?" Bruce says when he thinks about the cheese patting his fingers together nervously.

Clint doesn't frown even though he wants to, he's got more nerves then a four year old should have. He kind of misses the mediating relaxed Bruce.

"Well it's not called orange." Clint smiles, "There are different flavors of orange." Clint laughs.

"You wanna try a couple see what you want?" He asks.

"I want sharp cheddar myself, What are you going to have Matty." Clint smiles and Bruce laughs a little.

"Why does he call you Matty? My mommy calls me Brucey." He says still looking tense but relaxing a little. "Can she come here? Only here not my daddy." He says looking up at the two me trying to see if he can take advantage of this. He's always be smart.

"Colby jack for me," Matt says trying not to look sad. "where is your mom kiddo, when did you see her last?"

Clint puts together the sandwiches for Matt to grill. Clint sighs not sure how much of Bruce's background Matt knows. But Clint had had a few good talks with Matt about their shared passed childhood experiences.

"Daddy was yelling at mommy again... I was hiding in the closet, mom told me when daddy smells funny and starts yelling to hide for awhile and she'll find me later." He frowns a little, "I'm not supposed to tell people that." He says frowning deeper.

Clint sighs and sits back down on the floor and puts his hands on Bruce's shoulders, "It's okay to tell Bruce, it really is... and nothing bad is going to happen because you told us." Clint promises.

"Its just going to take us awhile to get your mom here, a lot of sleeps, she wanted you someplace safe for the summer before school starts, she'll be here in a couple weeks."

Matt nods, Normally he hates lying, his whole job is focused on getting people to tell the truth, but he likes Bruce Banner as a adult and as a kid so he's willing to play along. "It's not good for little guys like you to be around people who yell alot," Matt says as he grills the sandwiches, "so your mom thought it would be better for you to come out here and stay with us for a while.

He smiles. "We'll make the summer so much fun it will fly right by okay?" Bruce nods like a puppy. "Okay," the little boy says shyly.

Clint fills some bowls with the thick soup and takes them to the table.

Bruce helps with plates and napkins, and spoons, starting to feel a little more at ease.

"What do you two want to drink?" Clint asks opening the fridge.

"What can I have?" Bruce asks the nerves still in his voice.

"You can have milk, water, or we have root beer, and cherry coke."

"I can have soda?"

"A little..." Clint laughs.

"I'll have a cherry coke," Matt says as he flips the sandwiches with just the right amount of char to them, "it's my personal favorite." He smiles at Bruce. "I think it would be your favorite too." Bruce thinks hard. "I want a root beer please. I've always wanted to have a root beer float like other kids."

Clint puts a can of cherry coke at Matt's spot facing the can the way Matt likes and pours Bruce a small cup of root beer and sets it where the boy will be sitting.

"You can't have a root beer float with dinner, but maybe after if your still hungry, and we can go get Ice cream tomorrow." Clint smiles grabbing himself a Dr. Pepper.

"Oh... okay." Bruce nods his curls bouncing a little, "Wait we can go out together tomorrow." he blinks his family hardly every goes out together.

"Yes, we can all go out together." Clint nods a little helping Bruce up into his seat.

He plates up the sandwiches when Matt's done cooking them and kissing the lawyer on the cheek.

"These smell great babe."

"You kiss like mommies and daddies..." Bruce says little eyebrows creeping up his face.

"Thank you babe," Matt says with a warm smile. He turns to face Bruce. "Yes Clint and I do kiss like mommies and daddies. We live together like mommies and daddies do though we don't have any kids of our own." He heads over to the table and pulls Bruce's chair out. "Come on and lets see if we need to boost you up with some books okay."

Clint grabs one of Matt's law books and puts it on the seat and grins a little.

"Yeah he's my boyfriend." Clint nods.

"So you're boys who love each other..." Bruce says and thinks about it for a moment, "Love is a nice feeling." He says and that's suddenly the end of it.

"That's a big book...." He says as Clint sets him down on top of it.

"It is Matty has lots of big books, because of his big brain..."

"Lawyers need to know lots of stuff," Matt says warmly as he sits down and grabs for a napkin, "that way I can help lots of different people." He dishes up a sandwich and some soup for Bruce. "Be careful the soup is really hot and I don't want you to get burned."

"I want to be a scientist... I like science." Bruce says looking at the soup and sandwich, swinging his legs and letting them cool. "I like mixing things together too... I mixed blue and red play dough and it made purple."

"Wow looks like you got brains like Matty." Clint smiles cutting his then Bruce's sandwich in half.

"Mommy says I am very smart, I get to start school soon." He smiles starting to relax a little. He looks at Matt, "What's a lawyer do?"

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