"I’m just tired of looking at the same old skyline," Clint said, spreading his still bandaged wings. Not nearly as bandaged as before, but there was still white webs that stood against the black of Clint’s wings. He still wasn’t up to flying, but the bruises had faded and his ribs were doing far better.
"I don’t think its a good idea," Phil said. They were safer here. Clint had the top floor and Phil took the basement to sleep in. The ground floor was now filled with Natasha’s web.
Clint sighed, wrapping one of his wings around him and grabbing the misting bottle to start spraying his wings.
"Didn’t you just clean your wings?" Phil asked, because he swore Clint had and Phil was getting kind of worried about how often Clint was preening as Natasha called it.
Clint went very still behind his wing. When he did speak, it was a low. ”Well what else am I supposed to do, Phil?”
"Read?" Phil suggested, holding up a book.
"I’m tired of reading, I want to go out," Clint said, folding his wings around his back, before he stood and walked out of the room.
Phil sighed, staring after him. He became aware of a slight shift in the room that he was learning to recognize as Natasha arriving. ”What do you think we should do?”
"Probably we should let him go out, let his other friends see that he lives," Natasha said. "I do not think they believe me."
"I thought you were his friend," Phil said.
"I am one of many, you’ve fallen for a…" Natasha’s head snapped in one direction, eyes widen. Her face full of indignation and fury. She scurried, losing the shape of human and becoming part spider. Phil had seen it before, when Natasha needed to reapply bandages. This Natasha was on the warpath and if Natasha felt threatened, well, Phil wasn’t going to let her face any danger by herself. Phil followed after her, leaping the rail, grateful that he’d gotten Natasha to leave her webs away from the inner circular staircase. Phil had no way of knowing which way Natasha had gone, he headed for the nearest exits and planned to do a lab around the building.
He didn’t have too go far, around one corner. He saw the man that looked far too calm in the face of Natasha’s rage and it took Phil a while to realize that she was angry about the destruction of her web. Well, Phil could understand that. It had taken Natasha a while to decorate her floor to her liking.
"Are you done now," the man said when Natasha had paused for breathe. "I’m here to see Clint."
"You could have asked."
"I could have, I chose not too," the man said.
"I should destroy you," Natasha said.
"Go ahead and try," the man replied. "You’d be playing with fire, and your kind doesn’t like fire."
"I don’t mind fire," Phil moving to stand next to Natasha, because he heard the threat.
The man stared at Phil. ”Ah, you’ve aligned yourself with a vampire.” The man sniffed. ”One of Fury’s lot, if I’m not mistaken. Well, even vampires have their weaknesses.”
"And if you hurt him, you’ll go to war with Fury," Natasha replied.
"Dance magic, dance. Dance magic, dance,” suddenly came from the direction of the man.
The man blinked. ”Excuse me.” He pulled out a phone. ”Bruce! What’d you and Goliath find?… Excellent.”
"Bruce?" Phil mouthed to Natasha.
"Trickster!" Natasha growled, brushing past Phil to go back inside.
The man laughed, “Best watch out, the spider is angry. I’ll be up in a few.”
"Who the hell are you?" Phil growled.
"You can call me Tony and I’ll be happy to speak to you further," Tony said, rolling his shoulders as giant leathery wings sprouted out from his back. They pumped a few times, lifting the man into the air. Phil turned, running inside, and back up the stairs to find that Clint’s space had been invaded by others.
Natasha was at the top of the steps glaring at them all, but Clint seemed happy as he moved about the kitchen, trying to play host, while a blond man was trying to guide him back to sit and a dark haired man was trying to get a closer look at Clint’s wings.
"Who the hell are these people?" Phil asked.
"Clint’s friends," Natasha said, watching them all. She indicated the two trailing after Clint. "Steve the Selkie, Bruce the Minotaur."
"How’d they get up here?" Phil asked.
"The gargoyle Thor," Natasha said, pointing to an even larger blond that was standing next to Tony. The room felt smaller than it had before, Phil wondered if it was because it was fuller or if it was just Tony, there was something unnerving about the man.
"Well, we were thinking of inviting them," Phil pointed out.
"I wouldn’t have invited Tony," Natasha said, shuddering softly. Phil blinked as he realized just how clear his run to the stairs had been almost as if someone had sent a fireball through it. So Tony was a creature of fire, well, Phil was unafraid of him and all the others that had invaded Clint’s aerie.