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The main benefit to being an Avenger was that he could do things no one would have let him get away with before. Which meant that he could indulge in his favorite activity more often than not. Scaring the shit out of people.
...it was a hobby. Coulson had been nagging him for ages to get one, and he had just happened to find one he liked that did not include death, destruction and hysteria. Well. Not much hysteria anyways. The screams were fucking hilarious though.
The highest balcony of Stark (or Avengers, depending on Tony’s mood) Tower was a perfect perch for him to keep up with his hobby. There were dozens of buildings around, all within range, all with people who would walk on the balconies, or in the gardens on top, minding their own business. Until he scared them.
He made sure never to hit any of them (not worth the ‘Hawkeye’ jokes that would inevitably follow from Stark and the others), but just startle them. Remind them all that he was there, and he could see them. That and it was good practice. And much more fun than fucking around in the range. Even in the range Stark had built him.
He had yet to find a proper target though, even after circling the building twice. That might be due to the hotter-than-hell weather. Everyone was taking refuge inside and away from the heat of the pavement below. Even the brunette in the building across, who was always reading on the roof this time of day. She wasn’t really startled by his arrows anymore, but she never failed to jump when they randomly appeared near her. She’d started flipping him off too, which made things even more fun.
Clint perked up when the door to the ceiling of her building slammed open and she came storming out. She was angry about something, that much was obvious. He grinned and nocked an arrow. Maybe he could make her smile. Or at least startle her. She needed something to knock her out of that bad mood. Inhale. Wait for her to settle under her favorite tree. Exhale. He pulled his arm back. Inhale. Wait. She was still pacing, but she was already starting to calm down. Exhale. Almost perfect. Inha-
“Oh! Oh, yes! Ohhh!”
He glanced to the side and down a level, by the gargoyle that Stark had insisted they install for some reason or another.
“Hmmmm.” Loki was sitting on the edge, with his legs wrapped around Thor’s shoulders and was receiving a rather magnificent blow job by the looks of things. He raised an eyebrow.
“Oh my god what the...” Look at Thor go. Dude clearly sucked cock like a pro if Loki was anything to go by. A loud ‘Oh!’ from Loki made him twitch and release his arrow.
He immediately turned away from the couple to watch the trajectory, cursing himself for getting distracted by the admittedly hot pair downstairs. A flash of red and blue in the corner of his eye confused him until he watched his arrow sink into Spiderman. Into Spidey’s ass.
The loud and indignant shout was coupled with hearing a window shatter. Huh. Looks like Miss Brunette saw what happened. He watched her lean over the edge and look down at the shattered window. Clint followed her gaze and started to laugh. It was her apartment. And if he remembered right, based on the phone call Stark got a few weeks ago (from her, if he was right), this was the second time Spiderman had crash landed through her window.
“Take care of him, will you!” He shouted, waving a hand at her. Thor and Loki were still caught in their own little world, though a loud squeal from Loki told him they were finishing up. He grinned when she flipped him off and hurried off the roof.