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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      The_Avengers_(2012), Thor_(Movies)
  Relationship:
      Clint_Barton/Darcy_Lewis, James_"Bucky"_Barnes/Natasha_Romanov, Pepper
      Potts/Tony_Stark, Bruce_Banner/Betty_Ross, Jane_Foster/Thor, Hogun/Sif,
      Peggy_Carter/Steve_Rogers
  Character:
      Clint_Barton, Darcy_Lewis, James_"Bucky"_Barnes, Natasha_Romanov, Steve
      Rogers, Peggy_Carter, Pepper_Potts, Tony_Stark, Bruce_Banner, Betty_Ross,
      Jane_Foster_(Marvel), Thor_(Marvel), Hogun_(Marvel), Sif_(Marvel),
      Fandral_(Marvel), Volstagg_(Marvel)
  Additional Tags:
      Awkward_Sexual_Situations, Teenagers, Gossip, There's_Always_Trouble_When
      The_Girls_Sit_Together_At_Lunch, Alternate_Universe_-_High_School
  Series:
      Part 3 of Leaving_Through_The_Window
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-01-07 Completed: 2013-02-23 Chapters: 3/3 Words: 9591
****** Leaving Through The Window ******
by artificial_ink
Summary
     Bucky and Clint notice that all the girls are sitting together at
     lunch. No good can come of this.
***** Chapter 1 *****
Chapter Notes
     Instead of preparing for classes tomorrow, I wrote this.
     My first high school AU. Hope it's okay as these can often be hit or
     miss.
     Seed was planted when I saw pictures of young Jeremy Renner in the
     '90s and thought he was adorbs and wanted to write something with
     young JR in mind.
     I got the idea when I was watching That '70s Show and thought to
     myself, 'I can totally see Clint as Hyde in that the Romanoffs would
     let him stay at their place when his parents die.' Made the Lewis
     family live next door to the Romanoffs and pulled some other ideas of
     various episodes from That 70's Show and viola!
     Enjoy!
 
"Well that can't be good," Bucky said as he and Clint walked out of the
cafeteria line with their trays. With a raised eyebrow, Clint followed Bucky's
line of vision to the table where Darcy, Natasha, Jane, Betty, Peggy, Sif and
Pepper were leaning their heads together, deep in conversation. Darcy had her
head on Jane's shoulder and her cousin was rubbing a soothing hand up and down
the curvy brunette's back. 
"What? Girls always sit together at lunch," shrugged Clint, heading towards the
table where Steve was sitting, looking over at the girls' table suspiciously.
"They always go to the bathroom together so why is sitting down at a table any
weirder?" 
He supposed if he thought about it, it was a little out of the ordinary. Peggy
always sat with Steve for the beginning of lunch before wandering off to talk
to her volleyball team mates. Betty and Pepper were normally seen with Bruce
and Tony (when the two boys weren't sitting in classes at the local university
and seriously, Clint wanted to know why those guys were still in high school
when they clearly didn't need to be). Darcy and Jane generally sat with Thor,
Sif and the other oddly named kids from the wrestling team. Also on occasion,
Loki, which Clint objected to when he started dating Darcy. Loki and Clint
still hated each other from Sophomore year where a series of pranks ended with
Clint ratting out Loki to the principal and a short suspension for Loki. Not
one of Clint's finest hours but he feared Mr. Romanoff's wrath at being called
into the principals office more than Loki's insistence to anyone who would
listen that Clint was a untrusting rat. Loki had started it all anyway so Clint
felt he was in the clear, morally that is. 
Now after she ate, Darcy joined Clint and they found a quiet spot on campus to
make out. That's what Clint had assumed was going to happen but the girls were
having a shoe conference or something. He really did want to have some alone
time with Darcy before the school day ended. Yesterday had been his birthday
and while he was supposed to celebrate it this Friday, Darcy still snuck into
his room with a cupcake and a box of condoms. Darcy had climbed into Clint's
room numerous times before and they'd had a lot of fun each time but this was
the first time they'd actually had sex.
It was abso-fucking-lutely amazing and a bunch of other words that Clint would
have to make up to accurately describe it. Seriously, best birthday present
ever. 
But by the time Clint woke up, Darcy was gone. He was disappointed even more to
find out that she'd rode with Jane to school instead of him and Natasha like
usual. The only other girl he'd had sex with was Laura Jones and she'd been
clingy afterwards. Darcy was pretty distant and only given him a quick kiss on
the cheek that morning before running off to class , saying something about
finishing up homework.
So, maybe Bucky was on to something. 
"They're all girlfriends Clint. Something bad is going to happen," Tony said
right behind Clint and he almost jumped out of shock. How long had Tony been
there?
"Exactly," Bucky agreed, smacking Steve on his back as a greeting and way to
get his attention. 
"Hey, you noticed that all the girls-"
"Yeah. We think it's Clint's fault," Tony supplied, earning a glare from Clint.
"How is it my fault?"
"Don't think I didn't see that bite mark on your shoulder before gym his
morning. Very naughty of you Clint. What have you and Darcy been up to?" 
"Yeah," Bucky joined. "She bite you because she was angry or something? Because
if Nat ain't putting out 'cause of some girly pact then I should know now.
Before she tries to punch me for asking. She's got a mean right hook." 
"I know, she's got a black belt in like 3 different martial arts. I know. I
live in the same house as the trophies. Hey, I thought you and Nat were on a
break?" Clint asked, pretty sure that Natasha had been on a date with Terry
Prepton last Saturday night.
"You know," admitted Bucky with a confused expression. "I don't actually know.
I should probably ask. Assumed she'd be my date to your party this Friday." 
"I think she said something about bringing Terry Prepton. They went on a date
last weekend."
"A date? She went on a date with Terry Prepton?" Bucky frowned and Clint
resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Every time they went on one of their
'breaks', Bucky dated and flirted with countless girls but when it was just
suggested that Nat was interested in someone else, Bucky flew back in a jealous
rage. Kid had issues. Clint was quite aware of those issues when he took Nat
out on a date in Freshman year, during her first break. Bucky had stormed over
and tried to punch Clint in the face. He'd decided that Nat was not worth it
and she was a better friend than girlfriend anyway. Living with a girl you were
dating was a bad idea all around. And he didn't want lose the trust of the
Romanoffs when they'd had taken care of him all these years after his parents
died and Barney ran away- Clint didn't think he could ever repay them enough.
Though, now that Clint was back to just being best friends with her, he was
tired of hearing Natasha rant about how stupid her boyfriend was and whatever
she had to say that day about the patriarchy. They either needed to get it
together for good or agree that they'd never work out. "I'll see about that,"
growled Bucky before storming over to Natasha. 
"How much you want to bet she punches him?" Steve asked with a small amused
smile. 
"Nah, she's too occupied with what they're all talking about to give Bucky any
real effort," Clint said, taking another look at the table. He could only see
the back of Darcy and he wanted to know what they were all talking about. Were
they talking about him? Was he really worth a lunchroom conference? He'd take
it as a compliment. 
"What do you think they're all talking about?" Bruce asked, placing his large
textbook and tray of food down. With a frown, he stared at the other table for
a moment longer but smiled when Betty waved hello. "Well I'm in the clear,"
sighed Bruce, waving back and finally sitting down. 
"God, what is this for?" Clint asked, diverting their attention to the huge
book Bruce was carrying. 
"Oh, it's a physics textbook. Thought I'd do some light reading in study hall.
It's for one of the classes I'm sitting in at the community college," Bruce
shrugged, as if taking an advanced course in university was normal for a high
schooler. 
"Why are you in high school again?" Steve frowned, flipping through the thin
pages. 
"We like to humble ourselves by interacting with the plebs. It keeps us down to
earth," smirked Tony, earning eyerolls from the whole table. 
"My friends, do you know what the maid-" Thor began, Fandral, Volstagg and
Hogun at his side but Tony cut him off. 
"Clint did something to piss Darcy off. I think they're plotting revenge," Tony
said, forgetting that Thor felt because he was dating Darcy's cousin, he was
now technically her big brother and was protector of her virtue or something.
The stormy look in Thor's eyes reminded everyone. Crossing his arms, Thor
looked straight at Clint.
"What did you do?" Thor ground out, the rest of his wrestling brothers starting
to copy his stance.
"I didn't do anything. Darcy and I are fine. Honestly. I swear. How do you know
they aren't talking about Tony or Bucky?" tried Clint, not wanting to be beaten
up at the current moment. Yeah, he was pretty heavy into sports- soccer in the
fall, swimming in the spring and he'd started the archery club up himself but
he'd seen some of the things these guys did on the mat. He was not going to
tell Thor about last night, much less about all the times Darcy had sneaked in
through his window for nightly handjobs. While Darcy was far from the innocent
girl next door she liked to pretend to be (much to Clint's delight), becoming
the varsity wrestling team's personal pretzel was not on his list of things to
do. 
"You know, he has a point," Tony cut in, deciding keeping Thor from beating
Clint up would prevent anyone else at the table from having to join in to stop
it. Attention was brought back to the girls' table in question, where Natasha
was using a book to swat at Bucky who was grinning like a fool. 
"If Darcy tells me of any misdeeds against her virtue, I shall make it my quest
to bring you to swift justice," Thor swore before making his way to the lunch
line, three friends in tow. Once he was out of earshot, Tony spoke up. 
"Why is he talking like that?" 
"Didn't you hear? He got the a big role in the Shakespeare play the drama club
is putting on. He's trying to keep in character," explained Bruce. 
"Well it's weird," Tony frowned, "I hardly understood him with his British
accent." 
"He's been balancing wrestling and rehearsals like crazy. And Loki's pretty
angry that he even tried out but I hear he's really good," Steve offered. 
"Yeah, Darcy was talking about going to see it when it starts. Said Thor and
Loki had a sword fighting scene. Should be good," Clint said, starting to eat
his lunch. Mrs. Romanoff made lunches for him and Nat but sometimes when he was
extra hungry, he bought a meal from school. Unwrapping the Russian concoction
for the day, Clint was completely unaware of the eyes now on him.       
"Speaking of Darcy..." Tony started.
"You haven't said what you did to upset Darcy?" Bucky asked, joining the table
again and looking a little smug. 
"Did the big bad Senior hurt the little Sophomore's feelings?" Tony asked with
an exaggerated pout. 
"I didn't upset Darcy," Clint insisted. 
"Really? Because she looked upset," Bucky pointed towards the girls' table. 
"So spill Barton," said Tony. 
"Is this about your nightly handjobs? You not cuddle her enough afterwards?"
nudged Bucky. 
"Nightly handjobs? What nightly handjobs?" Tony perked up and Steve rolled his
eyes at the sudden enthusiasm. With all eyes and a couple of smirks on him,
Clint felt the pressure to tell the truth. He'd said it in passing to Bucky and
Steve but he'd not told Tony because...well the overly interested expression
was reason enough.  
"Uh, it, ah, it started off as sleep overs," started Clint. "Last month, Darcy
climbed through my bedroom window and spent the night. She's been doing it a
few times a week since."
"Darcy's been sneaking into your room to give you handjobs?" Tony said in awe
and a too little loudly, earning a shush from Clint, Steve and Bruce. He
continued softer. "I've asked Pep to do that but she keeps slapping me."
"No, I mean it didn't start out like that. We just made out and fell asleep.
'Cept past few weeks she uh..."
"Lent you a hand?" Tony finished, moving a loose fist up and and down
suggestively. 
"Last night for a birthday present she came in with a cupcake and some
condoms," Clint decided to be as blunt as possible because no matter what, Tony
was going to say something rude. "And...things happened."
"Nice Barton," Tony smirked, lifting a hand for a high five. Clint met it
awkwardly. "How many times?" 
"Once," Clint grunted, not wanting to continue the conversation with Tony. "You
better not tell anyone. Especially Thor because he'll pound me."
"My lips are sealed. But can I say- once? I'd expect better hustle from you,
Barton," Tony joked, dodging the balled up napkin Clint threw. "What? Am I the
only one who remembers when you hooked up with Laura Jones? You wouldn't shut
up about it." 
"Well, Darcy's different." 
"No offence Clint but I don't think she liked it," Bucky tried to say gently,
stealing another look at the talking women. 
"What? Of course she liked it," Clint argued, feeling his hackles rise. Truth
be told, he was worried she didn't like it. His own excuses for why she left so
early sounded hollow, even to him. She'd also been rather still and biting his
shoulder hard for a good portion of it and Clint had a feeling it wasn't
because she was in complete ecstasy. Normally, she writhed around a bit when he
was fingering her but last night had been...really different. Darcy didn't seem
herself afterwards and he'd been so blissed out he didn't really notice till
the morning.  
"That is not a group of women acting out a Sex in the City conversation- which
I only know about because Pep made me watch an episode with her. That's a group
of women scorned," Tony warned. 
"Yeah, they looked pretty serious when I walked over," Bucky said. 
"You know what, fuck off," Clint grumbled, trying to ignore the sinking feeling
of his gut. Raising his hands in surrender, Bucky hit Tony on the shoulder to
stop him from saying anything worse. There was laughter from the other table
but all the guys stayed silent. Once the initial awkward lull passed over,
Steve spoke up.
"So I've thought up a new strategy for the next game," Steve started, taking
out a folded up paper with a bunch of lines, making all the soccer players at
the table groan and the science bros snicker.  
  
                                     >~~~<
 
"Do we really have to?" Darcy frowned. Last night she'd finally had sex with
Clint. A couple of weeks ago, she'd decided on her own that she wanted Clint to
be her first and with his birthday coming up, it seemed like the perfect
opportunity. He was the nicest, sweetest, most understanding and yet still
funny, sarcastic guy she'd ever dated. They'd started dating over the summer
and she knew she was in love with him. She thought that everything would be
perfect. It turned out to be...not exactly what she had expected. 
"Yes," Jane insisted. 
The actual sex had been really painful, which was a shock to Darcy because
everything they had done up until that point had felt great. Clint had been
ecstatic and enthusiastic throughout it all and while Darcy had heard that
sometimes it hurt a little in the beginning, she thought it was supposed to
stop hurting. Instead, it was painful throughout and left her sore. She was
pretty sure she'd left a bruise on Clint's shoulder from biting so hard to stop
from shouting out in pain. Once Clint had passed out, she'd put her clothes
back on and left. By the time she was back home, she'd called up Jane in tears,
worried that there was something wrong with her. Clint had sex before so he
knew what he was doing but here Darcy was, afraid to do it again. In the end,
Jane had calmed enough so Darcy could sleep and then messaged all other girls
to meet up at lunch for a talk. To talk about what, Darcy wasn't sure. 
"I'm not entirely sure what happened but whatever it was, it was Clint's
fault," Natasha said as a form of greeting, placing her packed lunch and a
couple of books down on the table across from Darcy. 
"It's not-"
"You two had sex last night right?" Natasha cut, always going straight to the
point.
"You and Clint had sex?" Pepper asked, eyes wide with excitement as she and
Betty joined the table. 
"Who had sex?" asked Peggy.
"Clint and Darcy," Jane answered without Darcy's permission and Darcy felt
herself grow redder. 
"What about Clint and Darcy?" asked Sif, the last one to sit down. "Did you two
have a fight? Do I need to put him in a headlock?" 
"We really don't have to do this," mumbled Darcy but Jane waved at everyone to
quiet down and lean in. 
"Just so we're all on the same page, last night Darcy had sex for the first
time, with Clint. And it wasn't as great as she was hoping so she's blamed
herself. I thought we should all get together and talk to her about it." 
"Oh, don't worry, there's nothing wrong with you," Natasha assured, joined by
the other girls at the table.
"How do you know that?" asked Darcy.
"First off, we're all older than you so we know best," Pepper smiled. 
"Tell us what happened," Peggy ordered gently.
"Well, I snuck over like I have been doing the past couple of months," Darcy
began.
"Wait, you've been sneaking to his place at night?" asked Betty. 
"Yeah well," Darcy said, this time a little smug, "I thought it would be a fun
surprise at the beginning and we just cuddled and fell asleep. It was really
nice." 
"Aw," Jane smiled encouragingly. 
"And it escalated from there," shrugged Darcy, avoiding everyone's gazes. 
"Escalated?" Sif repeated, looking at Darcy with a suggestive smirk. 
"I gave him some handjobs," Darcy said, before biting her lip to keep from
giggling.
"How could you not have told us about this?" Pepper asked, slightly affronted
that she wasn't one of the first to know. 
"I wanted to I just...didn't want to annoy you all by bragging or something." 
"It's not annoying to keep us updated on your sex life," says Pepper, folding a
napkin neatly on her lap. "If you're climbing through a guy's window for sexual
tête-à-têtes, we want to know about it." 
"How was it?" Betty asked. 
"Uh, well, he enjoyed it," smiled Darcy, feeling a little more at ease. "And
he's really big on reciprocating." That brought a friendly 'ohh' from most of
the girls at the table and Darcy buried her face in the long sleeves of her
sweater with a laugh. Even though other girls at school occasionally whispered
about how much of a slut she was behind her back (not that she had done much
with any guy besides Clint but how else could they explain why a Senior and
sports god was interested in her), Darcy was sort of proud what she and Clint
had done. It made her feel more of an adult. Their mutual pleasure wasn't
something she felt she needed to be ashamed about. At least, she was proud
except for last night. 
"And what about last night?" Natasha pushed, knowing that questions on Clint's
dick size were near and she really didn't want to hear about the package of the
guy she considered a brother. 
"I brought a cupcake and some condoms. We shared the cupcake and then had sex.
It wasn't...as good as I had hoped," Darcy said slowly, slouching. "It just
hurt. From the moment he tried...going in, then when he was inside, till it was
over. I thought it would stop hurting but it didn't and I was just sore after.
It's not supposed to be like that is it?" asked Darcy, though it was more
resigned than an actual question. Jane rubbed a comforting hand up and down
Darcy's back and Darcy couldn't help but lay her head on Jane's shoulder. 
"Let me tell you right now, it's not your fault so get any of those thoughts
out of your head," Natasha promised. 
"Yeah, it hurts the first time. That's nothing new," Betty said knowledgeably.
It wouldn't have surprised Darcy if Betty had read as many books as she could
on the subject at Jane's request. "With some women it may stop hurting during
but with others, it just hurts the whole time. The soreness and slight bleeding
afterwards isn't something to be too worried about."
"You're not still bleeding are you?" Natasha asked and Darcy shook her head no.
Betty continued. 
"A number of factors can contribute to the pain. Penis size, you being too
tight because you're nervous, not relaxed enough, not aroused enough, just new
to it all, not enough lubrication or just clumsiness on the man's part," listed
Betty and Darcy was surprised that she could keep a straight face while saying
all of this.
"So penis size?" Peggy asked with a smirk and Natasha groaned. 
"Can you talk about this when I'm not around. I really don't want to know about
anything below Clint's belt," frowned Natasha. "But yeah, none of it was your
fault."
"I guess I just thought that Clint had sex before and he acted like he knew
what he was doing so if I didn't like it then it was because my junk was broken
or something. 
"You're not broken. Guys watch porn and suddenly think their experts at sex,"
Natasha said, looking like there was something bitter in her mouth. "Porn has
nothing to do with real women. Each woman likes different things and you just
need to experiment to find what you like. Practice makes perfect for both
parties. I blame the patriarchy for making women feel like it's automatically
their fault if they don't feel good when usually it's the guy not caring about
foreplay." 
"Speaking of the patriarchy," Peggy laughed after watching Betty wave hello to
Bruce. The girls looked over to see Bucky walking over.
"I swear to god-" Nat mumbled and then started to curse in Russian. 
"Terry Prepton? Really Nat? He's a douche," Bucky announced, standing tall
behind Natasha so she had to strain her neck to look at him. 
"You should know. What with you being King of the Douches." 
"You don't mean that."
"Don't I?" 
"What's this bullshit I hear about you bringing Prepton to Clint's party? I
thought we were going together," Bucky crossed his arms over his chest and
frowned at Natasha. 
"I thought you were taking Emily Palmer," Natasha accused and for a split
second, Bucky looked guilty. 
"Her? I don't care about her. I care about you sweetie," Bucky put a hand on
his chest and gave Natasha a suave smile. It only made Natasha angrier. 
"You're a pig, Barnes." 
"How am I a pig?" 
"Every time you want to take a break it's so you can see how many girls will
let you stick your tongue down their throat. Then when I even look at someone
else, you start trying to throw punches. Get over yourself Bucky." 
"That's not true-"
"Yes it is." 
"Well can you blame me? Prepton's a dick. He isn't good enough for you." 
"And you are?"
"Yeah."
"You are so full of yourself," Natasha said completely exasperated, burying her
face in her arms on the table. 
"So, you're going with me to Clint's party?"
"I don't have a choice, do I? You're going to fight whoever I want to take. You
are such an infant," sighed Natasha, making Bucky grin broadly. 
"I love you too Nat," he said, laughing when she started to swat at him with
one of her books. "Pick me up yeah? I'm still fixing the engine in my car."
"Fine, whatever, just leave. I'm trying to have a conversation." 
"Whatever you say darling," smiled Bucky, kissing the top of Natasha's head and
walking away with an extra spring in his step. 
"That's patriarchy: 1, Natasha: 0," Peggy laughed. 
"We're here to talk about Darcy, not me," Natasha said loudly, close to
yelling. "Now Darcy, like everything, practice makes perfect. If you want to
enjoy sex, you're going to have to experiment with Clint. Just tell him that it
hurt. He's decent so he'll listen to what you want to try. Here are some blogs
that may help. Dodson and Ross have a good vlog and here are the titles I
thought you should look up. Oh, don't listen to them if your parents can hear.
On another note, I thought these books might help." Looking at the books that
Natasha had brought, Darcy read the titles out loud.   
"Our Bodies, Ourselves. He's a Stud, She's a Slut and 49 Other Double Standards
Every Woman Should know. What You Really, Really Want, The Smart Girl's Shame
Free Guide to Sex and Safety. A little surprised you didn't give me The Joy of
Sex while you were at it," Darcy joked, flipping through the books. 
"Bucky has a copy if you really want to take a look. I wouldn't touch it
without gloves though." 
"If you really, really want it, you can give me the money and I'll buy a copy
for you. People tend not to joke about if they think you can beat them up for
an ill placed joke," Sif offered. 
"Have you thought about birth control?" Peggy wondered, grabbing one of the
books and slowly turning the pages. "If you want to experiment, better make
sure you're not going to get pregnant." 
"Well, I don't know. I need to get my parents permission right? I don't know if
I'm ready to tell them yet," Darcy sighed. 
"When do you turn 16? There's a clinic that will give you birth control without
a parent's signature if you're 16," Natasha stated. 
"I turn 16 in April."
"Oh," Natasha tried to think of other ways. 
"Talk to the nurse," Betty stated. "She'll probably know what you can do. Ask
for Nancy. She's really nice and will give you loads of pamphlets and some
condoms. Also, she's not going to talk to your parents if you don't want her
to." 
"Thanks guys, it really means a lot to me," Darcy smiled. 
"Remember, it's not your fault. You're just new to it. Clint's also new, don't
let his bragging about his accomplishments fool you. He only had sex twice with
Laura," assured Natasha. 
"Yeah and Laura talked about how bad he was," Pepper snickered. 
"Bruce stumbled a lot during our first time," Betty remembered fondly. 
"So did Hogun," joined Sif. 
"Took ages before Steve found the courage to even touch my breasts. When we had
sex, Steve kept on asking if every tiny thing he did was okay. He still
sometimes does it. It's kind of annoying," Peggy explained but her expression
softened. "Sweet but occasionally annoying." 
"Bucky had no clue what he was doing. I had to help him put on the condom. Tell
everyone," Natasha commanded, making the whole table laugh. All their stories
made Darcy feel infinitely better. Everything that Darcy had read and heard
from the other girls around school was that the first time was supposed to be
amazing and that she wouldn't be able to bear being away from Clint. It was a
relief to hear that it wasn't always the case and even if it didn't happen like
that, it still wasn't her fault. 
"I can top that," challenged Pepper. "Tony cried when he saw my breasts. You
can only imagine that everything when downhill after that." 
"Jane? What about you?" Betty questioned, noticing that Jane had been rather
quiet. 
"Oh, well, it was nice," Jane shrugged, a little embarrassed that her story
didn't match the others. 
"Nice?" Natasha raised an eyebrow. Everyone else leaned in, except for Darcy
who already knew the details.  
"Yeah, Thor was very gentle and sweet and it was a great first time. Not too
much pain and we both enjoyed it," Jane gave a small smile. 
"You always need an exception to every rule," Pepper stated with a raised
eyebrow before turning to Darcy. "So come on, spill. Penis?" Darcy couldn't
help but lean back and laugh. Sometimes she wondered if Pepper was spending a
little too much time with Tony.  
***** Second Chance *****
Chapter Notes
     Second instalment. Hope you don't mind that I bumped up the rating.
     Hope it's believable.
     May add a third chapter where the parents find out. I wanted it in
     this one but I didn't like anything I wrote. Any suggestions for the
     Romanoffs' reaction would be appreciated.
     Warning: this contains explicit scenes of a sexual nature. That's the
     third section of the chapter so if you don't want to read it, you can
     skip it.
School was letting out, sports teams and clubs were starting to meet up and
Clint was hurrying to dig his cleats out from where he threw them that morning
in the back seat of the car. He'd been a little tense the past couple of days.
Darcy hadn't said much to him besides a few simple observations in passing, nor
did she sneak back into his room at night. It was unsettling and Clint was
starting to wonder if there really was merit to what Bucky had said at lunch.
It was Thursday now and there weren't any signs that she was going to have an
actual conversation about why she was upset. His footwork was starting to get
sloppy now and it had been irking Steve enough to make him ride Clint even
harder than usual. 
"Hey," a voice behind him greeted softly. Turning and standing up quickly,
Clint felt a huge weight lift off shoulders when he saw Darcy smiling at him
with the most confidence he'd seen that whole week. 
"Hey, how are you?" Clint asked, throwing the recently found shoes back into
the car. Deciding he could afford to be bold, Clint reached out for her hands
to pull her closer. Darcy allowed him and stood flush against his body, leaning
her head back so he could kiss her. It started out chaste but Darcy let her
mouth open and Clint excitedly dove in. There was no hesitation as he twisted
his tongue with hers, pulling away only because he had to catch his breath.
"Mm, I've missed that." 
"I have too," Darcy admitted bashfully. 
"So where have you been?" 
"Well, after, you know," Darcy said suggestively and Clint knew exactly what
she meant. "I wanted some time to myself. To think about things." 
"Think? Am I in trouble?" Clint tried to keep light and teasing. 
"No but-"
"Of course there a but."
"Hey, let me finish," Darcy insisted, pushing at Clint's shoulder but her laugh
told him she wasn't completely upset with him. He wrapped his arms around her
and pulled her in for another kiss. 
"Sorry, continue." 
"So that night, it wasn't exactly how I thought things would go." 
"Yeah?" frowned Clint, loosening his tight grip on her. 
"Yeah. It. Well it hurt. A lot actually." 
"Shit." This time Clint stepped away from her but kept his hands on her upper
arms. He was mortified. "Shit. Really?" He knew there was something wrong and
he entertained the idea that she maybe didn't like it half as much as he did
but the possibility of her being in pain through most of it never crossed his
mind.
"Mmhm," nodded Darcy, her courage faltering. "But I know you didn't mean it-"
"No! I swear, if I knew, I would have stopped. I promise. If I ever hurt you,
tell me because I'd never mean to. Shit, are, are you all right now?" 
"Yeah, I'm fine," Darcy assured him, smiling at his concern.
"Good."
"I..." Darcy bit her lip, wondering how to continue before just charging on
though. She put her hands on Clint's chest and lay her body against his again
with a pout. "Well I wanted to try again. Tonight? I've really missed you." 
"Again?" Clint said, trying really hard to control the grin that wanted to
erupt on his face. "Uh, you sure? I mean, pft, I'd love to but uh, I don't want
to hurt you again."
"I'm sure. So sure. I've been reading."
"Reading?" Clint quirked an eyebrow, confused at that. 
"Yeah. Among other things. About first times and stuff. I learned a few things
that might help with the pain. I mean, make sure I don't have any. Make it
fun." 
"What kind of things?" 
"I'll show you tonight," Darcy insisted with a teasing smile. Instead of trying
to weasel an answer out of her, Clint held her tight and spun them around so
she was leaning against the car. He kissed her once more and let the hand not
holding onto her hip wander.
"Mm! Not in public!" Darcy squealed with a laugh. 
"Dude, I agree. Never know who might be watching," Bucky announced loudly. The
sudden appearance of Bucky certainly surprised Clint but he took his time
breaking his attention and lips away from Darcy. 
"Kinda having a moment here." 
"Yeah well if you don't hurry up, Steve'll make sure you have a moment with the
field, what with all the push ups and extra laps he's gonna make you do." 
"Go ahead, wouldn't want you to be too tired tonight," Darcy whispered in his
ear.
"That'll never happen," promised Clint with a smirk. He pecked her lips once
more and quickly grabbed his cleats before following Bucky back to the locker
rooms. 
"See you later!" Darcy called. 
"So, things all fixed up between you two?" Bucky asked. 
"Things weren't broken to begin with." 
"Uh huh, sure. You know, there were whispers from your fan club that you two
had broken up. They were fighting over who could ask you out first."
"Fan club? Man, I told you a hundred times I don't have a fan club. And you
don't either," Clint insisted, punching Bucky on the arm and then picking up
his pace. 
"How can you say that about our adoring fans?" asked Bucky, matching Clint's
strides without difficulty. "They watch us practically every day."
"Girls watching us from the bleachers at practice doesn't count as a fan
club." 
"You still angry at the whispers about Darcy being a whore?"
"It was way out of line. She doesn't say anything about it but I know it upsets
her," ground out Clint, kicking at a stray can harshly. 
"Look, it sucks okay but you don't know it was those bleacher bitches for
sure." 
"Whatever man, you need to stop talking to them. It encourages them."
"Encourages them to do what?"
"I, uh, I don't know, think they have a chance or something? Yeah, just stop
being a whore. I'm tired of listening to Natasha complain about you." 
"I'm not a whore, I'm a stud. And I'm just being polite. I hear they're making
buttons," smiled Bucky, obviously pumped about having his face on a button or a
button claiming 'Team Bucky' plastered over loads of chests. Suddenly, his grin
dropped and he became serious as they reached the doors of the school. "Hey,
Nat doesn't complain too much about me? Does she?" 
"Uh..." Clint thought about how to answer the question and whether it was
better to be more in trouble with Bucky later or with Natasha. It wasn't a hard
choice. "Nah, just usual girl stuff." 
"Oh, good," sighed Bucky, relieved and for a moment, Clint almost took back his
words but decided they probably wouldn't have much impact anyway. "Hurry up
bitch, last one to the field has to tell Steve why we're late." 
"You're on, hey, why were you out in the parking lot?" Clint started to ask but
Bucky took that as his chance to get a head start. "Damn it!" 
"James Barnes! No running in the halls!" Principal Cole called out and Bucky
slowed down just barely to utter an apology but not enough that Clint could
catch up and without getting shouted at as well. Seemed Clint would have to do
extra laps around the field again. They would be worth it though.
 
                                    >~~~~< 
 
Midnight couldn't come quickly enough for Clint but every second closer the
clock ticked, the more nervous he felt. He had gone to his room early, telling
the Romanoffs he wasn't feeling too well and ignoring the looks Natasha had
gave him. After showering and brushing his teeth, Clint locked his door, put a
rolled up towel against the bottom to block out his lamp light or any straying
whispers and then opened his window. He alternated between pacing and trying to
get some homework done while he waited for all the lights to slowly shut off in
both the Romanoff and Lewis households. A few times in between, he changed his
pyjamas from boxers to flannel bottoms, putting on and taking off the ratty old
gym shirt he used to sleep in before Darcy started to turn up on his
windowsill.  
Clint was in the process of putting his shirt back on when he heard a familiar
tapping against the windows. He turned around just in time to watch Darcy slide
through and close the window silently. When they were both facing each other,
they stared, unsure of who should make the first move. Darcy broke the tense
silence with a whisper. 
"I'm surprised no one's called the cops yet. About a shadowy figure running
around backyards." 
"I think that means we're probably gonna get robbed," Clint breathed, forcing
himself to swallow past his sudden doubts. He was afraid that tonight would be
the last time she'd come to his bedroom. That he would still fuck it up somehow
and she wouldn't like it because it was him and not because of something she
read in a book. Just one look at her in black leggings and large black zip up
hoodie that he was sure belonged to him at one point and Clint knew that he
couldn't afford to let it happen. He wanted her badly and couldn't go back to
catching glances through her window. Besides, since she now knew he had a
pretty good view of her room from his room, she'd probably keep the blinds
down.  
"Maybe," Darcy smiled, starting to take off her shoes. Clint sat down on his
bed watching her, unsure of what he was supposed to do now. When Darcy
finished, she tiptoed over and sat down next to him. She also seemed unsure,
first taking off her glasses and placing them on his bedside table then undoing
her hair, running fingers to untangle knots that weren't there. 
It was frustrating. They had moved past this stage of feeling awkward around
each other but now it was almost like the the first time Clint tried to unhook
Darcy's bra. 
"So," Clint whispered. "Uh, what now?" 
"Well," Darcy thought for a moment. "You could kiss me?" 
"Okay," he was sure she didn't mean to make him feel like an idiot. "I, uh, I
mean when, you know. So I don't-"
"Oh, um. Well, just, touch me. Like you normally do. And, I'll, I guess I'll
let you know when I'm ready." 
"That's all?"
"Yeah. Pretty easy. I'll try to say something this time if something goes
wrong. Just...go slower when you try to go in okay?" 
"Okay," agreed Clint, shifting towards her. 
"You can keep the light on too," Darcy said, pulling her feet onto the bed to
sit cross-legged. "So we can see what we're doing." 
"Really?" That was new. She was still pretty shy about letting him see anything
in any type of lighting. He could get used to this. 
"Really," Darcy assured, unzipping the hoodie to reveal a small purple tank
top. Her pale breasts flowing over the top lace made Clint's brain stutter and
he almost didn't realise that she was tossing the hoodie down on the ground
before laying back on his pillow. When he gained a few wits back, he crawled
over and lay down next to her, gathering her in his arms until they were both
comfortable. Letting out a final breath of anxiety, Clint leaned down and
kissed her. 
 
                                    >~~~~< 
 
Someone scattering wet kisses on her neck woke Darcy up. When she first noticed
it, she tried to shift over and was vaguely aware it was Clint but she was
hoping for a few more minutes of sleep until she had to wake up and head back
home. The sun rose a little after six and she had to leave before there was too
much light. When Clint wouldn't stop and she shifted again and felt his
erection poking at her thigh. 
"Mmmpf, I have to leave soon," Darcy softly croaked, blindly looking for the
extra water bottle he now kept on his bedside table. When her hand found the
already opened bottle, she sat up and took a few gulps. It didn't take long for
Clint to sit up as well and pull her between his legs so that her back was
against his chest. 
"Please?" Clint begged pitifully into her ear. "We have time." He'd already
started to unhook her bra and Darcy couldn't help her shiver. 
"I don't-"
"I'll be quick. I promise. It'll be like last night. It was good right?" 
That was tough. Last night had been good. Maybe not like her wildest dreams but
it had definitely been much better than their first time. And with the way he
was kneading her breast like she'd shown him proved again that he was a pretty
quick learner. At least when it came to physical things. He was crap at English
essays. 
"Real quick?" Darcy asked, considering it. She was already a little wet so they
wouldn't have to spend too much time stalling because of that. 
"Very. Uh, morning wood, so..." Clint trailed off and Darcy thought she sort of
understood what he was trying to say. 
"Okay, but I want to be on top this time," she decided. That was something she
wanted to try the night before but had been too unsure about asking. At least
this time, it would be a quick try and if he didn't like it, they could go back
to him on top. She knew that the books and video blogs Natasha had told her
about said she need to take control but...she still wasn't entirely sure what
she was doing to begin with. For a moment, she took Clint's stillness as doubt
about the proposal but he went back to rubbing her breasts. 
"Fine with me," breathed Clint, delighted. They broke apart and kissed a
little, starting to burrow back under the sheets and shifting so Darcy was
laying a little more atop Clint. They kissed lazily at first, still letting the
last few bits of sleep fall from their eyes. Soon, the kisses grew stronger and
became more purpose filled. Darcy had to admit she was getting a little too
lost in the kisses and let a small moan leave her throat accidently.
Thankfully, Clint's mouth was always on hers to swallow them and he let out a
few moans of his own. 
When their kisses felt almost too frantic, Darcy broke away from him so they
could shuck off the rest of the clothes they happened to still have on and
waited for Clint to roll on a condom. Once that was done, Clint laid down and
let Darcy crawl back on top so she could push herself slowly onto him. She
concentrated on shifting until she got the angle right, not fully aware of how
hard he was biting his lip and clutching at the mattress. Darcy was still
settling, trying to shift her weight so it was partially in her legs and
partially being held up by her arms so that she could keep a comfortable angle.
A little awkwardly, she used one hand to try and pull back any stray hairs
covering her face. Overall though, Darcy was massively pleased this time that
the slight pain that was still there at the beginning from last night was now
gone. 
"Hey, you gonna move?" asked Clint through clenched teeth, strain starting to
creep into his neck muscles. 
"Oh, sorry," Darcy apologised, feeling her face heat up. She pushed against him
slightly and was surprised at the grunt that came out of his mouth. The more
she thrust, the more he tried to calm his feverish breathing and the more Darcy
decided she liked being on top and watching him come undone. She slowed down a
little when she attempted to kiss him, letting out a small squeak of surprise
when he pushed her so he could sit up. 
"Sorry," Clint sighed into her ear, thrusting upward but Darcy didn't hear him.
This brand new angle was much more enjoyable and she automatically melted
against him. Darcy was just about getting used to the new position and was
reaching down to play with herself (and she was happy to find out last night
that Clint thought that was pretty much the hottest thing he'd ever seen) when
there was a soft knock at his door and jiggle of the doorknob. They both
stopped and tensed up. 
"Clint?" Mrs. Romanoff called through the door. "Are you awake?"
"Uh, yeah!" Clint answered, voice breaking and body still rigid from panic.
When Darcy started to pull away, he tried to keep her still and whispered for
her to stay but she wasn't going to risk it The moment was so far gone at this
point. "No, wait-"
"Are you feeling any better? You don't sound too well." 
"I'm fine!" he answered Mrs. Romanoff between the whispered pleas to Darcy but
she had already pulled away and was putting her clothes back on. They had
apparently taken a lot more time than they thought. It was 6:15 and Darcy was
starting to freak out. She knew her parents would be knocking on her own door
anytime now. Even if they waited till she was back in her room, there was a
huge chance they'd see her sneaking back into the yard. 
"Are you sure?" Mrs. Romanoff sounded doubtful. 
"Yes! I'm really sure! I'll be down soon!" 
"Okay, bring down your bed sheets with your clothes. Laundry day." 
"Sure thing," promised Clint, letting out a relieved sigh when her footsteps
were getting softer. By that time, Darcy had one shoe one and was hopping
towards the window. "Wait!" he called, falling out of bed with a thud when
tried to chase after her. Darcy couldn't help but laugh at little at him. With
a final look back, she blew a kiss before starting to climb out the window. 
 
***** Chapter 3 *****
Chapter Summary
     Laundry day is a dangerous day.
Chapter Notes
     Last part to this story. There will be a continuation though so check
     the series. Sorry it's a bit of an abrupt end but yeah, to be honest,
     so much angst in my life that wanted to finish this up and post the
     follow up story.
It would have been kind for Steve to give Clint the afternoon off. His birthday
party was today so it was sort of like his birthday. But Steve, while probably
the most decent guy in America, breathed soccer and expected his team to do the
same. Birthday celebrations be damned. Technically, Steve and Bucky were going
to be at the party as well so all three of them would have roughly the same
amount of time to get ready but still, it was the thought that was supposed to
count. Steve's thoughts were all soccer, obviously. 
The morning had been a bad start to the day and Clint felt he was entitled to
some sympathy. Though him alone in his room with an erection really wasn't
anything new. Luckily, Mrs. Romanoff mistook Clint's grumpiness for still
feeling ill but he assured her there was no need to cancel the night's
festivities. The Romanoffs were going to spend the evening over at the Lewis'
house so that the kids could have the house to themselves for a few hours. If
they were lucky, they'd be able to steal a couple of beers. 
Finally, practice ended and he was being dropped off curtsey of Bucky, given
that Natasha had used the car to drive her and Darcy home. When he walked
inside, he found Natasha sitting on the couch, watching TV.
"My mom wants to see you," Natasha said, not taking her eyes from the screen.
"What does she want?" asked Clint, frowning, He didn't remember getting in
trouble recently or doing something to get him into some sort of trouble.
"I don't know but she sounded tired. You still failing English?" 
"No."
"Well she's in the kitchen." 
"Okay, thanks."
When he walked into the kitchen and saw a solemn faced Mrs. Romanoff, Clint had
a bad feeling in his gut. He placed his bag on a kitchen chair and swallowed
nervously.
"Hey Mrs. Romanoff, did something happen?"
"Clint, I think we need to talk. Can you please sit down?" she asked and Clint
knew something was up.
"Okay," he sat and suddenly noticed the laundry basket full of clean clothes
and sheets. Not giving anymore thought to that, he waited for her to just yell
at him. The Romanoffs had pretty explosive tempers but at least he normally
knew what to expect. This time though, Mrs. Romanoff seemed unsure and kept
hesitating before she finally got started. 
"You're an adult now. I know but...you're still young," Mrs. Romanoff began,
wringing her hands a little. "And I know you and Darcy have been dating since
the summer and Mrs. Lewis and I have been so glad that you two get along."
Crap. She must have seen Darcy climb down or something. Clint tensed up but was
thrown off again when instead of continuing, Mrs. Romanoff walked to the
laundry basket. 
"These fell out of your sheets when I was doing laundry," she sighed, pulling
out a pair of blue panties that Clint recognised from the night before. 
"Oh. Uh, really? That's weird," he said slowly, minding running a million miles
an hour but not arriving at any good answer. 
"I want you to tell me the truth. Why were these in your sheets?"
"Uh...I stole them?" Clint blurted. The first thing that came to his mind and
of course it made him sound like a total creeper.
 
===============================================================================
 
Tony looked around the party. Darcy was missing, Jane had disappeared, Clint
was staring straight ahead with a soured expression and Natasha was glaring at
Clint. The rest of the group was roughly split into couples except the
wrestling jocks were crowded at one side, joking with each other. Thor wasn't
wholly partaking in the jokes and looked a little troubled at the disappearance
of his girlfriend. Pepper was checking her tweets and successfully ignoring
Tony after a miscalculated comment about threesomes. Bucky was eating cake and
Tony was pretty sure Peggy and Steve were starting to play cat's cradle. The
only saving grace was that the Romanoffs were spending the evening next door
with the Lewises.
"Stark update: this party blows," Tony said loudly, gaining most people's
attention. "I knew we shoulda thrown it at my place." 
"I think it's nice. Low key," Betty shrugged and Bruce, the whipped bitch that
he was, nodded in agreement. Tony was disappointed in his science bro. 
"Food's good," Bucky stated through a full mouth. 
"Where's Darcy? And Jane?" Tony pointed out. 
"My dearest Jane has rushed to Darcy's side. She ails but Jane says not of
what," Thor supplied. Great. He was still doing that weird Shakespeare thing. 
"She's not sick, she's grounded," Natasha explained.
"Grounded? Why?" asked Pepper, interest peaked. 
"Ask Clint," Natasha glare didn't waver.
"Clint?" asked Tony, hoping to get at least an interesting story. Nothing else
was happening. Seriously, if they had this party at his like he suggested, he
could have at least scored some booze. 
"It's nothing," mumbled Clint, crossing his arms and sliding down deeper into
the couch. 
"Doesn't look like nothing," observed Bucky, holding up his hands in surrender
when it won him glares from both Natasha and Clint. Peggy suddenly spoke up but
aimed her sentence at Natasha rather than Clint.
"I for one would like to know what's going on."
"Me too," Sif added. 
"Hey if it's personal stuff then-" Steve began but was cut off by Pepper.
"Nothing's personal anymore. Someone better spill or else." 
"I'm shaking in my socks," taunted Bucky and Tony was about to punch him in
Pepper's honour but Natasha threw a beaded pillow at his head. That was good
enough for Tony. 
 "Well Darcy's grounded because her father...and Clint disagreed on something,"
Natasha tried to vaguely imply but Tony had a pretty good idea what the
'disagreement' must have been about. 
"Shit, parents found out you two were bumping uglies, huh?" 
"Clint told you guys that he was having sex with Darcy?" Sif said but covered
her mouth, ashamed at her slip when the other girls stared in disappointment.
"Oops." 
"Clint told us, Darcy told you-"
"Actually, Jane told us," clarified Betty.
"Whatever. Everyone knows what's happening in Clint's pants. Or, now I guess
what's not happening," shrugged Tony. 
"No one told me," Thor frowned, forgetting to speak in iambic pentameter. 
"Didn't tell me either," Fandral joined but he looked more put off by his slim
chances with Darcy getting slimmer than the whole grounded situation in
general. Tony couldn't help but roll his eyes. 
"So old man Lewis is angry that you deflowered his daughter," Bucky smirked. 
"Just wait till Mr. Romanoff hears what you and Nat get up to," Clint shot
back. With a huff, Natasha punched Clint in the arm and Clint protested loudly.
Bucky just looked on with terror at the prospect of being confronted by Mr.
Romanoff. 
"I can't believe I had to have the sex talk with my mom," Natasha complained,
throwing another punch Clint's way. "She went on and on about how I need to be
careful with who I want to have sex with because guys are pigs then ended it
with sex advice. Advice. Weird advice too. It was painful." 
"Oh, what did she suggest?" Bucky bounced over to Natasha, who refused to
elaborate. 
"You thought that sucked? I had to tell Mr. Lewis I was having sex with his
daughter. To his face too. You know what he did? He told me to get the fuck out
his house and then grounded Darcy for 6 months. Then he said I wasn't allowed
to see her. Ever," whined Clint. "And I think he said something about sending
her to an all girl's school. Couldn't tell though 'cause he shut the door on my
face before I heard the end."  
"Why did you have to tell her dad?" Bruce asked. 
"Mrs. Romanoff said I had to do it because I was an adult now. Which is
bullshit. Adults don't go around asking parents' permission to have sex with
their kids." 
"Depends where you are," Fandral joked crassly, making Bucky and Tony smile. 
"Gross," Pepper stated simply and Fandral smirked but was smacked on the back
of the head by Sif.  
"It's just stupid. Now I can't see Darcy and she's in trouble for no reason,"
Clint continued to complain. 
"How did Mrs. Romanoff know that you two were uh, doing it?" Steve asked
curiously. 
"My mom found Darcy's thong in Clint's bed sheets," sniffed Natasha, crossing
her arms.
"Nice," Tony said, actually a little impressed. "A little stolen souvenir,
huh?" 
"Hey, can't old man Lewis press charges? You're 18 so it's illegal right?"
Fandral supplied. 
"Not helping," Volstagg pointed out after Clint groaned loudly in frustration
and buried his head in the sidearm of the couch. 
"Just texted Jane," Pepper announced. "She says Darcy's mom is trying to
convince her dad to tone down the grounding. She's only grounded for 4 months
now and is allowed to have one person over at a time if its chaperoned. No word
on Clint though."
"See, it's not that bad," Sif said brightly, leaning back into Hogun's arm. 
"I think we men should all take this as a lesson," Tony began solemnly. 
"To what?" asked Pepper with a skeptical brow. 
"To not keep our girlfriend's panties in bed during laundry day?" Bucky
laughed. 
"Yes or to store them in our sheets for masturbation purposes," Tony finished
with a dirty but pleased look, avoiding the items being thrown his way. 
"Ew Tony, not cool," Betty frowned. 
"Sound advice though," shrugged Bucky, chugging the rest of his soda and
belching loudly. He smiled at the unimpressed stare from Natasha.  
"Hey!" Clint shouted. "I wasn't keeping them there for anything. She forgot to
put them back on. I didn't know they were there." 
"So then check your sheets next time. Man, you know what's gonna happen?" Tony
was now going back to being serious and waited until everyone was paying
attention. "Your parents are going to talk to Darcy's parents, who are going to
talk to Jane's parents and then it's going to get around to everyone's parents
that Clint and Darcy fuck. Then our parents are all going to say: 'Hey, I
wonder what my kids are up to?' Then everyone's going to have the awkward sex
talk and earlier curfews and more chaperones."
"I already had the awkward sex talk with my parents," Steve offered. 
"It was awkward. I was there," smiled Peggy, sticking her tongue out when Steve
tickled her side. 
"You helped my mom with examples." 
"Point missed Rogers," Tony crossed his arms and stood on the coffee table
despite Natasha's shouts against it. "All of our parents are going to assume we
all have sex."
"I thought we all did have sex," Betty said. 
"I'm not having sex," said Fandral drolly. "Not like I haven't tried though." 
"If all our parents assume we have sex, they're going to stop us from having
sex!" explained Tony, waiting for everyone to suddenly see his point and agreed
that all parent gossiping needed to end. It didn't happen. 
"This is the worst birthday party ever," Clint finally huffed, getting up
without further word and walking to his room. Everyone that cared looked on
helplessly. Eventually, Natasha and Bucky decided to follow and try to coax him
back. 
"Worst party I've been to had to be Tony's 8th birthday. His mom rented a pony
that got a little friendly with me," remembered Bruce. 
"Best pictures ever," Tony exclaimed with a jolly laugh, hopping off the coffee
table and bringing up his Facebook page on his phone so he could change his
profile picture to young Bruce Banner being chased by a pony. 
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