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would anyone be interested in a Jason Todd x avengers crossover where the batfam get jealous cause of Jason’s interactions with them?

would anyone be interested in a Jason Todd x avengers crossover where the batfam get jealous cause of Jason’s interactions with them?

Jason Todd x Avengers Crossover

It wasn’t a secret that Jason isn’t the easiest person to get along with. It was why so many people in the Justice League kept him at arms length until they needed him. So imagine Jason’s surprise when he manages to find a family in the avengers.

or: that one time Jason decided to be a decent human being and helped someone fight off a bunch of ninjas.

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Ao3 // Wattpad

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Unexpected (part 1)

Today was the day that Jason decided that he hated ninjas.

It doesn’t matter how cool their tricks are, he’s seen better by now. Hell, he could probably do better.

Jason was on his way back to Gotham. He had a mission in New York that included finishing off a rapist.

The guy wasn’t dead, but Jason made sure that he would never be able to rape another child again. He also made sure that the guy couldn’t ever walk again.

All in all, he was pretty satisfied with his work. Especially due to the circumstances.

Jason made an agreement with Batman a while ago that as long as he doesn’t kill in Bruce’s territory, he would still be allowed to patrol in Crime Alley.

So he doesn’t kill in Gotham anymore and Jason doesn’t try to make it a habit to kill out of Gotham either.

The bats would find out and frankly, Jason wasn’t in the mood to get beaten up again.

He still remembers the day he shot Penguin like it was yesterday. The fists continuously pounding against his skull as he let Batman drag him across the rooftop, too lost in the thoughts of Artemis and Bizarro disappearing.

When he glanced up, he could see everything in slow motion. He saw how Batman wasn’t pulling his fists, hitting Jason so hard that he was surprised he wasn’t already dead.

It was only because of Roy that Jason was still breathing. Without Roy, Jason doesn’t know where he would be right now.

It was Roy that held Jason when he dreamt of the Joker and crowbars. When he dreamt of Batman choosing the clown over him. When he dreamt and sometimes even felt the batarang slicing his throat open once more.

And more often than not, he dreamt of Batman’s hateful gaze as he continued to beat Jason— his son!- up for shooting a blank, talking about how he never should’ve given Jason another chance.

How he never should’ve taken Jason in.

But of course, the moment he returns to Gotham, Bruce demands for his help on a mission.

Jason couldn’t decline. He could argue with Batman, fight him even— but not Bruce. Never Bruce.

The mission was a success and everyone went on their separate ways. Meaning that the bats went back to the cave and Jason went to his nearest safe house, left to tend for his own wounds.

It was like nothing ever changed.

Like last time, it didn’t take long for Jason to get overwhelmed.

His missions with the bats began to happen more often and they were beginning to prod into his personal life.

Jason’s been switching his route every day for the past few months, hoping that no one would follow him back to any of his safe houses.

The last thing he needed was for them to find something personal and use it against him.

More than once, Jason could see his eyes flashing green. His head yelling at him, the voices getting louder as they urged him to kill Batman.

Jason needed to leave. He couldn’t lose control of the rage again. He doesn’t think he can handle the guilt this time.

It was pure luck that he heard that Arthuro Strump was on his way to New York, hoping to leave Gotham before karma caught up to him.

It gave Jason an excuse to leave the city, get his mind off of things, and give that scum what he deserved.

Arthuro decided to take advantage of twenty-seven kids from Crime Alley, thinking that no one would notice them since they were nothing but runaways.

But Red Hood noticed. And he would always notice, especially when a mixture of both boys and girls missed their weekly check-in with him.

With the bodies continuously piling up in the Alley, it didn’t take a genius to figure out what had happened.

Jason promised that he would protect Crime Alley, and unlike others, he doesn’t break any of the promises he’s made.

Which is why Jason doesn’t know why he decided to help this dude fight off a bunch of ninjas.

He aimed his gun towards the leg of one of the men and fired, successfully taking out the last ninja.

Jason spun his guns around his hands before putting them back to the holsters. He turned to face the archer, “First time being chased by ninjas?” he asked, tilting his head.

“I wish.” the archer scoffed, “You’d think they’d have given up by now.”

Jason laughed, “What can I say, they’re motivated.”

The guy smirked, “Must be the paycheck.” The blonde held his hand out for a fist bump, “I’m Clint.”

He returned it, “Jason.”

They talked for a few minutes and he had to admit that it felt nice talking to another vigilante that didn’t act like Jason was a psychotic murder.

When Clint finished tying up the last ninja, his rant about someone eating the last pop tart ended as well.

Jason held out his hand to pull up the Avenger.

“So, where’d you learn how to fight?” Clint asked, patting dirt off of himself. “Not anyone can use guns the way you do and not accidentally kill a person or two.”

For some reason, Jason felt his face heat up. He couldn’t help but feel grateful for his helmet at times like this.

“I happen to have very good aim.”

“You don’t say.”

Jason couldn’t help but roll his eyes, “I’ve had a lot of teachers,” he admitted. “I can’t even remember half of them.”

And Jason didn’t want to either.

Over half of the teachers Jason had during his time with Talia were dead. He killed them.

Jason didn’t regret it one bit.

He did miss Ducra though. That old woman taught him so much in those few months.

Jason wouldn’t be the person he is today without her.

Clint gave him an understanding look and to Jason’s surprise, he didn’t pressure him to talk about it. Instead, he reached onto one of his pockets and gave Jason a business card.

“You helped me, so it’s only fair that I can help if you ever need it,” Clint answered when Jason gave him a questioning look. “You can text me whenever though. I have some friends that’ll love to meet you.”

“Thanks,” Jason took the card. “So do the Avengers just hand out business cards with their personal number on it whenever someone decides to be nice?”

Clint laughed and shook his head, “No, we just give them to the people we like.”

Under his helmet, Jason flushed harder. No one ever said that they liked or even enjoyed his company.

“Thank you.”

Clint gave him a salute before running towards the jet in front of them, “You’re welcome. Text me soon!”

Jason’s tongue couldn’t form sentences properly so he nodded.

The Avengers were not as bad as Batman made them out to be. But then again, no one ever was.

Jason should know by now that he shouldn’t trust Batman as much as he does. Especially when he opens his mouth and slanders people like Tim drinking his eighth cup of coffee. But it’s hard.

When he asked Talia about it, she said that it’s like a bad habit.

Something that you know you should stop doing but you just can’t. It’s a lack of self-control.

At least he has something to brag about when he meets up with Roy. He knows that the red-head looked up to Hawkeye.

If Jason decides to text the man, maybe he can arrange for them to meet up.

Or maybe not.

Jason might’ve felt overwhelmed by the bats but they were still his family. No matter what the green in his head whispered.

And even then, at least Jason knows that they still considered him worth keeping. Even if it was only for missions.

Plus, if anyone found out that Jason became -friends- acquainted with an Avenger, they would cast him out again.

He couldn’t risk that. Not again.

Jason should crumple the card and throw it away. He should burn it and let the evidence fly away.

But Clint was so easy to talk to. He didn’t judge Jason. And Jason didn’t feel like he had to put up an act around him.

Jason didn’t have to play the act of the brash, arrogant, impulsive vigilante.

He was just Jason.

Before he could change his mind, Jason saved the number on his personal phone— the one Roy made- with the contact on a hawk and an arrow.

Jason didn’t have to text the man. But it was nice having another number on the device that wasn’t Roy or Kori.

The bats didn’t need to know about the meetup. If Jason was good at one thing, it was keeping secrets.

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Note:

guess who finally decided to write the jason todd x avengers crossover that’s been on her mind for weeks now.

me.

this chapter is short but it was required so that I could properly set up the next chapters. I have so many ideas for this and I can’t wait to start writing for this fanfic.

school is coming up next week though so I don’t know how frequently I can update but hopefully I’ll be able to post the chapters somewhat frequently.

I’m gonna be a sophomore in high school so wish me luck. Especially since I have no idea what I’m doing.

please, please, please, leave a comment. i love reading them and they’re an amazing tool of motivation for me when I feel like not writing. and if you don’t wanna leave a comment, that’s fine. hit that kudos button though. (i felt like a whole youtuber typing that out.)

and if you just wanna chat or if you want to request any ideas, message me on my tumblr. i would love to talk to you!

Jason Todd x Avengers Crossover

It wasn’t a secret that Jason isn’t the easiest person to get along with. It was why so many people in the Justice League kept him at arms length until they needed him. So imagine Jason’s surprise when he manages to find a family in the avengers.

or: that one time Jason decided to be a decent human being and helped someone fight off a bunch of ninjas.

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Ao3 // Wattpad

next

Unexpected (part 1)

Today was the day that Jason decided that he hated ninjas.

It doesn’t matter how cool their tricks are, he’s seen better by now. Hell, he could probably do better.

Jason was on his way back to Gotham. He had a mission in New York that included finishing off a rapist.

The guy wasn’t dead, but Jason made sure that he would never be able to rape another child again. He also made sure that the guy couldn’t ever walk again.

All in all, he was pretty satisfied with his work. Especially due to the circumstances.

Jason made an agreement with Batman a while ago that as long as he doesn’t kill in Bruce’s territory, he would still be allowed to patrol in Crime Alley.

So he doesn’t kill in Gotham anymore and Jason doesn’t try to make it a habit to kill out of Gotham either.

The bats would find out and frankly, Jason wasn’t in the mood to get beaten up again.

He still remembers the day he shot Penguin like it was yesterday. The fists continuously pounding against his skull as he let Batman drag him across the rooftop, too lost in the thoughts of Artemis and Bizarro disappearing.

When he glanced up, he could see everything in slow motion. He saw how Batman wasn’t pulling his fists, hitting Jason so hard that he was surprised he wasn’t already dead.

It was only because of Roy that Jason was still breathing. Without Roy, Jason doesn’t know where he would be right now.

It was Roy that held Jason when he dreamt of the Joker and crowbars. When he dreamt of Batman choosing the clown over him. When he dreamt and sometimes even felt the batarang slicing his throat open once more.

And more often than not, he dreamt of Batman’s hateful gaze as he continued to beat Jason— his son!- up for shooting a blank, talking about how he never should’ve given Jason another chance.

How he never should’ve taken Jason in.

But of course, the moment he returns to Gotham, Bruce demands for his help on a mission.

Jason couldn’t decline. He could argue with Batman, fight him even— but not Bruce. Never Bruce.

The mission was a success and everyone went on their separate ways. Meaning that the bats went back to the cave and Jason went to his nearest safe house, left to tend for his own wounds.

It was like nothing ever changed.

Like last time, it didn’t take long for Jason to get overwhelmed.

His missions with the bats began to happen more often and they were beginning to prod into his personal life.

Jason’s been switching his route every day for the past few months, hoping that no one would follow him back to any of his safe houses.

The last thing he needed was for them to find something personal and use it against him.

More than once, Jason could see his eyes flashing green. His head yelling at him, the voices getting louder as they urged him to kill Batman.

Jason needed to leave. He couldn’t lose control of the rage again. He doesn’t think he can handle the guilt this time.

It was pure luck that he heard that Arthuro Strump was on his way to New York, hoping to leave Gotham before karma caught up to him.

It gave Jason an excuse to leave the city, get his mind off of things, and give that scum what he deserved.

Arthuro decided to take advantage of twenty-seven kids from Crime Alley, thinking that no one would notice them since they were nothing but runaways.

But Red Hood noticed. And he would always notice, especially when a mixture of both boys and girls missed their weekly check-in with him.

With the bodies continuously piling up in the Alley, it didn’t take a genius to figure out what had happened.

Jason promised that he would protect Crime Alley, and unlike others, he doesn’t break any of the promises he’s made.

Which is why Jason doesn’t know why he decided to help this dude fight off a bunch of ninjas.

He aimed his gun towards the leg of one of the men and fired, successfully taking out the last ninja.

Jason spun his guns around his hands before putting them back to the holsters. He turned to face the archer, “First time being chased by ninjas?” he asked, tilting his head.

“I wish.” the archer scoffed, “You’d think they’d have given up by now.”

Jason laughed, “What can I say, they’re motivated.”

The guy smirked, “Must be the paycheck.” The blonde held his hand out for a fist bump, “I’m Clint.”

He returned it, “Jason.”

They talked for a few minutes and he had to admit that it felt nice talking to another vigilante that didn’t act like Jason was a psychotic murder.

When Clint finished tying up the last ninja, his rant about someone eating the last pop tart ended as well.

Jason held out his hand to pull up the Avenger.

“So, where’d you learn how to fight?” Clint asked, patting dirt off of himself. “Not anyone can use guns the way you do and not accidentally kill a person or two.”

For some reason, Jason felt his face heat up. He couldn’t help but feel grateful for his helmet at times like this.

“I happen to have very good aim.”

“You don’t say.”

Jason couldn’t help but roll his eyes, “I’ve had a lot of teachers,” he admitted. “I can’t even remember half of them.”

And Jason didn’t want to either.

Over half of the teachers Jason had during his time with Talia were dead. He killed them.

Jason didn’t regret it one bit.

He did miss Ducra though. That old woman taught him so much in those few months.

Jason wouldn’t be the person he is today without her.

Clint gave him an understanding look and to Jason’s surprise, he didn’t pressure him to talk about it. Instead, he reached onto one of his pockets and gave Jason a business card.

“You helped me, so it’s only fair that I can help if you ever need it,” Clint answered when Jason gave him a questioning look. “You can text me whenever though. I have some friends that’ll love to meet you.”

“Thanks,” Jason took the card. “So do the Avengers just hand out business cards with their personal number on it whenever someone decides to be nice?”

Clint laughed and shook his head, “No, we just give them to the people we like.”

Under his helmet, Jason flushed harder. No one ever said that they liked or even enjoyed his company.

“Thank you.”

Clint gave him a salute before running towards the jet in front of them, “You’re welcome. Text me soon!”

Jason’s tongue couldn’t form sentences properly so he nodded.

The Avengers were not as bad as Batman made them out to be. But then again, no one ever was.

Jason should know by now that he shouldn’t trust Batman as much as he does. Especially when he opens his mouth and slanders people like Tim drinking his eighth cup of coffee. But it’s hard.

When he asked Talia about it, she said that it’s like a bad habit.

Something that you know you should stop doing but you just can’t. It’s a lack of self-control.

At least he has something to brag about when he meets up with Roy. He knows that the red-head looked up to Hawkeye.

If Jason decides to text the man, maybe he can arrange for them to meet up.

Or maybe not.

Jason might’ve felt overwhelmed by the bats but they were still his family. No matter what the green in his head whispered.

And even then, at least Jason knows that they still considered him worth keeping. Even if it was only for missions.

Plus, if anyone found out that Jason became -friends- acquainted with an Avenger, they would cast him out again.

He couldn’t risk that. Not again.

Jason should crumple the card and throw it away. He should burn it and let the evidence fly away.

But Clint was so easy to talk to. He didn’t judge Jason. And Jason didn’t feel like he had to put up an act around him.

Jason didn’t have to play the act of the brash, arrogant, impulsive vigilante.

He was just Jason.

Before he could change his mind, Jason saved the number on his personal phone— the one Roy made- with the contact on a hawk and an arrow.

Jason didn’t have to text the man. But it was nice having another number on the device that wasn’t Roy or Kori.

The bats didn’t need to know about the meetup. If Jason was good at one thing, it was keeping secrets.

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Note:

guess who finally decided to write the jason todd x avengers crossover that’s been on her mind for weeks now.

me.

this chapter is short but it was required so that I could properly set up the next chapters. I have so many ideas for this and I can’t wait to start writing for this fanfic.

school is coming up next week though so I don’t know how frequently I can update but hopefully I’ll be able to post the chapters somewhat frequently.

I’m gonna be a sophomore in high school so wish me luck. Especially since I have no idea what I’m doing.

please, please, please, leave a comment. i love reading them and they’re an amazing tool of motivation for me when I feel like not writing. and if you don’t wanna leave a comment, that’s fine. hit that kudos button though. (i felt like a whole youtuber typing that out.)

and if you just wanna chat or if you want to request any ideas, message me on my tumblr. i would love to talk to you!

Jason Todd x Avengers Crossover

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Ao3 // Wattpad

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Unexpected (part 2)

Two days have passed since Clint was saved by Jason. And for some reason, he still can't get the vigilante out of his mind.

Natasha teased him about it but he knows that if she sees Jason in action, she would be intrigued as well.

The way he fought was mesmerizing. Every bullet that was shot was so precisely aimed that the wounds weren't deadly.

Sure it knocked them out, but they weren't gonna die.

That form of marksmanship was only earned through years of hard work. And Clint's worked with Bucky enough times to know that Jason somehow predicted the next move of the attackers, aiming at the non-lethal body parts.

He has a feeling that Bucky and Jason would make an incredible duo.

Which is why he needs them to meet.

Clint doesn't usually do this but the more he thought about the bucket-wearing vigilante, the higher his list of questions got.

He took out his phone, leaning against the couch as he searched for the man that saved him.

vigilante wearing red bucket

He scrolled through google trying to find a decent article on the guy.

After thirty whole minutes of barely finding information, Clint wanted to throw his phone across the room. So far, all he's figured out was that Jason's territory was in Gotham and that his vigilante name is 'Red Hood'.

Which was... creative in a way?

At least it wasn't 'Red Bucket' or 'Bucket Head' or anything like that. It was definitely better than 'Green Arrow'.

After another failed search, he decided to finally give up. There was nothing about Red Hood. All the articles were mainly about Batman, Nightwing, a restaurant place, and a Robin!

He groaned and put his face in his hands. He doesn't care about those overrated heroes, he wants to find out more about Red Hood.

The guy was so cool... he wonders why there were barely any pieces written about him. The few sentences that he's read about the vigilante almost always depicted him in a bad light.

Which was honestly unfair.

He stared at his phone, contemplating on whether or not he should ask Natasha.

On the positive side, he knows that the assassin would have information on Red Hood. Natasha has information on everyone.

But...

Clint didn't want Natasha to tease him even more! If she keeps up with the sarcastic comments then the other Avengers would be curious. And curious Avengers meant nosy people.

He felt himself shiver, really nosy people.

He swears that if he had a sister— older or younger, they would act exactly like how Natasha was acting right now.

He could practically imagine the smirk she was wearing on her face when she picked up.

"Hey, Clint." she casually greeted, "How are you?"

He refrained from gritting his teeth, "I'm doing good." he paused, eyes closing as he took a breath in, this hurt to admit. "I need your help."

"I know."

"What do you know about the Red Hood?"

"The Red Hood?" she hummed under her breath, "Let's see."

Clint heard her moving things around, then he could distinctly hear the noise of paper being flipped. "Do you just have documents of random vigilantes lying around your room?" he couldn't help but ask. "Is this an assassin thing?"

Does Bucky do this too?

"I'm getting you the information you need." she reminded, "How I keep track of the data I have is none of your business."

"Okay, okay." he surrendered, a smile making its way onto his face. "But why don't you just keep it on a computer? Wouldn't that make things easier for you?"

She ignored his question, "Red Hood is an excellent marksman," she stated. "He made his debut as a crime lord by showing a bunch of people a duffel bag filled with the heads of notorious criminals."

Clint let out a whistle, "That is an intense introduction. He's even better than I thought he would be."

"Yeah," Natasha agreed. "He's easily one of the most dangerous and capable vigilantes in Gotham. In a matter of months, he's managed to bring crime down Crime Alley by at least fifty percent. Something that Batman himself, couldn't do. His methods were vicious, but they worked. Extremely well. He's killed a lot of child molesters, human traffickers, and rapists."

Even though Natasha couldn't see him, he tilted his head to the side, biting the inside of his cheek. Clint could care less about what methods Jason used. If they worked, they worked. And it's not like those criminals didn't deserve it. It's just-

Killing takes a lot out of you. Especially when you're young. Clint would know.

He had no doubt in his head that Jason was an incredible fighter. Not to mention that he was also huge— in both height and muscle.

He can see why he has a majority of Gotham fooled.

But, for about a minute, after they won against the ninjas, Jason removed his helmet in order to get a breath of fresh air.

A mask might've been covering his eyes, but Clint's been in the vigilante business for years now. He remembers clear as day, just how young the vigilante looked under the sun.

When Clint first started, he was thankful that he had Natasha to talk to whenever things got hard. Whenever he felt guilty for taking someone's life. No matter how much they deserved it.

Hell, he's still thankful for Natasha now. Without her, Clint would probably be dead. His body found bleeding out in an abandoned area, a neat row of scars on his thighs and arms.

He hopes that Jason has a friend like Natasha. Someone who'd be there for him no matter what. Someone who'd remind him that he was worth it. That he was loved.

Cause if not, then there is no way that the kid is okay.

Natasha's sharp voice interrupted his thoughts, "That was a few years ago. As far as I know, he doesn't kill anymore. The farthest that Hood would go now would be to permanently cripple someone. And even then, he would only do that when the person did something unforgivable."

After a few seconds of silence, Clint opened his mouth. "Is that it?" he couldn't help but question.

"Nope," Natasha admitted. "But it's all I'm willing to tell you."

"Fine then," he smirked. "Keep your assassiny secrets. I got more than I expected anyways."

"What did you get yourself into, Clint? Why all the sudden interest in him? Why all the sudden interest in a vigilante in Gotham?"

He knows that Natasha was just looking out for him. She was worried. "Do you remember a few days ago when I was saved by this Jason guy?" he asked.

"Yeah? You've been talking about him nonstop. He saved your ass and you gave him your number." she paused before adding, "Your private one."

He nodded, "Yeah. Well, he's the Red Hood."

"You're kidding."

"Nope. I searched him up and he had the same costume and everything."

"And he actually said that his name was Jason?"

"Yep." he tried to casually say, "It's probably cause Jason's a popular name and stuff."

"Maybe." Natasha hesitantly agreed, "But anyway, since you gave him your number, I think you should know that I've always wanted to meet him so if he texts you soon..."

Her voice trailed off and Clint couldn't hold in his sigh, "Yeah, yeah. I'll arrange a meet-up or whatever."

Her voice automatically brightened, "Actually?"

The corner of his mouth lifted, "Sure. But I wanted to introduce him to Bucky first."

Natasha made a shocked sound of betrayal, "Wha- but Clint!" she whined, "I'm the one who's asking. Not him."

"I know."

It took everything in him to stop the laugh from escaping his mouth.

Complaints about how unfair Clint was being made their way onto his ears and he relished each and every one of them. It wasn't often that he had something Natasha wanted.

Revenge was sweet.

After a few minutes, he let out an incredibly fake gasp. "Sorry, Natasha. I gotta go. I have a kitchen emergency."

"What the fuck, Clint." she demanded, "You don't even know how to cook. Remember the omelet incident? What emerg-"

He hung up.

Clint's definitely going to regret ending the call later. He knows it.

But right now, he could care less.

He has something Natasha wants, so she won't murder him.

... hopefully.

He hopes that he runs into the vigilante soon. Jason was cool and pretty fun to talk to. Clint definitely won't mind fighting at Red Hood's side once more.

They worked really well together.

While they were fighting, he knew that Jason was gonna have his back. He knew that Jason wasn't gonna let him get hurt. It was weird, considering that was the first encounter he's ever had with him.

He doesn't know when Jason is gonna decide to use his number, but he hopes that it'll be soon.

He has questions. And whenever Jason was ready, Clint hopes that he can answer.

Starting with the one that's been clouding his head; why did the Red Hood stop killing?

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notes:

okay, I didn’t expect to write a chapter this soon. but reading all the comments you guys left on the previous chapter motivated me. to be honest, I didn’t expect this fanfic to get as many hits as it did.

I don’t know when I’m planning on posting this chapter but right now, my goal is to write as much as I can.

I also don’t know exactly how busy my sophomore year of high school will be, but I feel like it’s better to be safe than sorry. Especially if I make the school volleyball team.

I finished writing this chapter on August 8th, and I have tryouts on the 9th through the 11th from 4-6 pm. (wish me luck!)

like always, please, please, please, leave a comment. i love reading them and they just motivate me so much! Whenever I get author’s block, I just re-read them and they help so, so much. If you don’t wanna leave a comment, that’s fine. If you liked this fanfic, please hit that kudos button though.

and if you just wanna chat or if you want to request any ideas or prompts, just message me here.

ooh, and if there’s anything specific you want to read in this series, please tell me. It never hurts to have any extra ideas. plus, I really want to make this fic more enjoyable for everyone.

Jason Todd x Avengers Crossover

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Ao3 // Wattpad

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Unexpected (part 2)

Two days have passed since Clint was saved by Jason. And for some reason, he still can't get the vigilante out of his mind.

Natasha teased him about it but he knows that if she sees Jason in action, she would be intrigued as well.

The way he fought was mesmerizing. Every bullet that was shot was so precisely aimed that the wounds weren't deadly.

Sure it knocked them out, but they weren't gonna die.

That form of marksmanship was only earned through years of hard work. And Clint's worked with Bucky enough times to know that Jason somehow predicted the next move of the attackers, aiming at the non-lethal body parts.

He has a feeling that Bucky and Jason would make an incredible duo.

Which is why he needs them to meet.

Clint doesn't usually do this but the more he thought about the bucket-wearing vigilante, the higher his list of questions got.

He took out his phone, leaning against the couch as he searched for the man that saved him.

vigilante wearing red bucket

He scrolled through google trying to find a decent article on the guy.

After thirty whole minutes of barely finding information, Clint wanted to throw his phone across the room. So far, all he's figured out was that Jason's territory was in Gotham and that his vigilante name is 'Red Hood'.

Which was... creative in a way?

At least it wasn't 'Red Bucket' or 'Bucket Head' or anything like that. It was definitely better than 'Green Arrow'.

After another failed search, he decided to finally give up. There was nothing about Red Hood. All the articles were mainly about Batman, Nightwing, a restaurant place, and a Robin!

He groaned and put his face in his hands. He doesn't care about those overrated heroes, he wants to find out more about Red Hood.

The guy was so cool... he wonders why there were barely any pieces written about him. The few sentences that he's read about the vigilante almost always depicted him in a bad light.

Which was honestly unfair.

He stared at his phone, contemplating on whether or not he should ask Natasha.

On the positive side, he knows that the assassin would have information on Red Hood. Natasha has information on everyone.

But...

Clint didn't want Natasha to tease him even more! If she keeps up with the sarcastic comments then the other Avengers would be curious. And curious Avengers meant nosy people.

He felt himself shiver, really nosy people.

He swears that if he had a sister— older or younger, they would act exactly like how Natasha was acting right now.

He could practically imagine the smirk she was wearing on her face when she picked up.

"Hey, Clint." she casually greeted, "How are you?"

He refrained from gritting his teeth, "I'm doing good." he paused, eyes closing as he took a breath in, this hurt to admit. "I need your help."

"I know."

"What do you know about the Red Hood?"

"The Red Hood?" she hummed under her breath, "Let's see."

Clint heard her moving things around, then he could distinctly hear the noise of paper being flipped. "Do you just have documents of random vigilantes lying around your room?" he couldn't help but ask. "Is this an assassin thing?"

Does Bucky do this too?

"I'm getting you the information you need." she reminded, "How I keep track of the data I have is none of your business."

"Okay, okay." he surrendered, a smile making its way onto his face. "But why don't you just keep it on a computer? Wouldn't that make things easier for you?"

She ignored his question, "Red Hood is an excellent marksman," she stated. "He made his debut as a crime lord by showing a bunch of people a duffel bag filled with the heads of notorious criminals."

Clint let out a whistle, "That is an intense introduction. He's even better than I thought he would be."

"Yeah," Natasha agreed. "He's easily one of the most dangerous and capable vigilantes in Gotham. In a matter of months, he's managed to bring crime down Crime Alley by at least fifty percent. Something that Batman himself, couldn't do. His methods were vicious, but they worked. Extremely well. He's killed a lot of child molesters, human traffickers, and rapists."

Even though Natasha couldn't see him, he tilted his head to the side, biting the inside of his cheek. Clint could care less about what methods Jason used. If they worked, they worked. And it's not like those criminals didn't deserve it. It's just-

Killing takes a lot out of you. Especially when you're young. Clint would know.

He had no doubt in his head that Jason was an incredible fighter. Not to mention that he was also huge— in both height and muscle.

He can see why he has a majority of Gotham fooled.

But, for about a minute, after they won against the ninjas, Jason removed his helmet in order to get a breath of fresh air.

A mask might've been covering his eyes, but Clint's been in the vigilante business for years now. He remembers clear as day, just how young the vigilante looked under the sun.

When Clint first started, he was thankful that he had Natasha to talk to whenever things got hard. Whenever he felt guilty for taking someone's life. No matter how much they deserved it.

Hell, he's still thankful for Natasha now. Without her, Clint would probably be dead. His body found bleeding out in an abandoned area, a neat row of scars on his thighs and arms.

He hopes that Jason has a friend like Natasha. Someone who'd be there for him no matter what. Someone who'd remind him that he was worth it. That he was loved.

Cause if not, then there is no way that the kid is okay.

Natasha's sharp voice interrupted his thoughts, "That was a few years ago. As far as I know, he doesn't kill anymore. The farthest that Hood would go now would be to permanently cripple someone. And even then, he would only do that when the person did something unforgivable."

After a few seconds of silence, Clint opened his mouth. "Is that it?" he couldn't help but question.

"Nope," Natasha admitted. "But it's all I'm willing to tell you."

"Fine then," he smirked. "Keep your assassiny secrets. I got more than I expected anyways."

"What did you get yourself into, Clint? Why all the sudden interest in him? Why all the sudden interest in a vigilante in Gotham?"

He knows that Natasha was just looking out for him. She was worried. "Do you remember a few days ago when I was saved by this Jason guy?" he asked.

"Yeah? You've been talking about him nonstop. He saved your ass and you gave him your number." she paused before adding, "Your private one."

He nodded, "Yeah. Well, he's the Red Hood."

"You're kidding."

"Nope. I searched him up and he had the same costume and everything."

"And he actually said that his name was Jason?"

"Yep." he tried to casually say, "It's probably cause Jason's a popular name and stuff."

"Maybe." Natasha hesitantly agreed, "But anyway, since you gave him your number, I think you should know that I've always wanted to meet him so if he texts you soon..."

Her voice trailed off and Clint couldn't hold in his sigh, "Yeah, yeah. I'll arrange a meet-up or whatever."

Her voice automatically brightened, "Actually?"

The corner of his mouth lifted, "Sure. But I wanted to introduce him to Bucky first."

Natasha made a shocked sound of betrayal, "Wha- but Clint!" she whined, "I'm the one who's asking. Not him."

"I know."

It took everything in him to stop the laugh from escaping his mouth.

Complaints about how unfair Clint was being made their way onto his ears and he relished each and every one of them. It wasn't often that he had something Natasha wanted.

Revenge was sweet.

After a few minutes, he let out an incredibly fake gasp. "Sorry, Natasha. I gotta go. I have a kitchen emergency."

"What the fuck, Clint." she demanded, "You don't even know how to cook. Remember the omelet incident? What emerg-"

He hung up.

Clint's definitely going to regret ending the call later. He knows it.

But right now, he could care less.

He has something Natasha wants, so she won't murder him.

... hopefully.

He hopes that he runs into the vigilante soon. Jason was cool and pretty fun to talk to. Clint definitely won't mind fighting at Red Hood's side once more.

They worked really well together.

While they were fighting, he knew that Jason was gonna have his back. He knew that Jason wasn't gonna let him get hurt. It was weird, considering that was the first encounter he's ever had with him.

He doesn't know when Jason is gonna decide to use his number, but he hopes that it'll be soon.

He has questions. And whenever Jason was ready, Clint hopes that he can answer.

Starting with the one that's been clouding his head; why did the Red Hood stop killing?

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notes:

okay, I didn’t expect to write a chapter this soon. but reading all the comments you guys left on the previous chapter motivated me. to be honest, I didn’t expect this fanfic to get as many hits as it did.

I don’t know when I’m planning on posting this chapter but right now, my goal is to write as much as I can.

I also don’t know exactly how busy my sophomore year of high school will be, but I feel like it’s better to be safe than sorry. Especially if I make the school volleyball team.

I finished writing this chapter on August 8th, and I have tryouts on the 9th through the 11th from 4-6 pm. (wish me luck!)

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If he knew that he would be blamed for murdering someone the moment he got back to Gotham, then Jason would’ve waited another week or two before returning.

No matter what a lot of people said, Jason wasn’t stupid. He knows not to expect things that were unlikely to happen.

Jason couldn’t risk raising his hopes when it came to the bats.

He knew that he wasn’t gonna receive a warm welcome filled with hugs and cupcakes. Honestly, the most he expected was a nod of acknowledgment. And if he was lucky, then maybe- maybe he would’ve gotten a smile with the quiet whisper of a welcome back.

It made his heart twist in all the wrong ways to know that his family didn’t trust him as much as he thought. Jason genuinely believed that he and the bats were on good enough terms to earn him the benefit of the doubt.

He forced himself not to flinch as he met Batman’s harsh, distrustful gaze.

“I wasn’t even here when he was killed,” Jason tried to say as calmly as he could, knowing that if he loses his temper, everyone would use it against him. “I was following a case up in New York.”

He couldn’t go back to Arkham! Not again. Not with the Joker only a few cells away from him, taunting him with his laughter— his voice filled with cruel exhilaration as he continuously promised Jason that they would play together once again. How he would soon be reunited with his favorite playmate.

His favorite Robin.

He heard someone suck in a breath behind him.

Jason didn’t expect anyone to defend him. Not against Batman. But still-

He didn’t expect them to just stand and watch as Batman tore him into shreds once again. Batman threw accusation over accusation, yet he never once provided a single piece of evidence that proved it was Jason that did it.

He took a step towards Jason and he had to force himself not to flinch. Batman wouldn’t… not with his kids in the same room.

He ignored the rising panic in his stomach. Jason was safe.

He was safe.

Bruce wouldn’t beat him in the cave. Not in front of everyone. Not in front of Damian.

Jason would be able to walk out of the cave with his ability to walk. He was gonna be okay.

“Look, B. You can even ask them,” he pointed at the spot where Dick and the others were standing. “I told them that I was leaving Gotham for a while.”

Batman turned to where Jason was pointing. “Well?” he asked expectantly.

The cave was engulfed in eerie silence before Tim opened his mouth, faltering a little when he met Jason’s pleading gaze. “He’s not lying Bruce. He told me that he had a mission out of Gotham while we were hanging out a few weeks ago.”

Jason could feel his chest loosen up for a few seconds, thankful that Tim confirmed his statement.

He remembered the day that Tim was talking about. The bats were getting even clingier than usual. They weren’t even trying to hide the fact that they were following Jason anymore.

Tim asked Jason if he wanted to watch a movie and Jason agreed.

The bats were gonna be watching him anyways— they didn’t even try to hide the fact that they bugged him and all the known safehouses he has.

At this point, Jason didn’t know whether he should feel offended with how much they underestimated or relieved.

They already viewed him as dangerous and unpredictable. If they ever find out that Jason’s been holding back, even if it was just a little-

He won’t let them throw him back to Arkham. Jason would rather go back to the League of Assassins.

If Jason wasn’t watching Batman so closely, he would’ve missed the sliver of a nod the man-made.

Jason tried not to think of the fact that Bruce immediately accepted Tim’s answer without hesitation.

For the millionth time in this conversation, he wished that he was wearing his helmet. Instead, he forced his expression to remain calm. To remain bored as turned back to Bruce an eyebrow raised.

“Is that good enough proof for you, old man?” he couldn’t help but spit out, bitterness clear in his voice.

Batman remained unaffected, not even bothering to verbally answer Jason’s question. Instead, he just nodded.

Jason’s heart clenched, of course, he wouldn’t get an apology. Batman was too prideful for that.

“Truth.” Cassandra’s voice rang across the cave, breaking the heavy silence. “No… not lie.”

Batman nodded once again and Cassandra’s eyes met his. It took everything in him to stop a retort from coming out of his mouth.

Couldn’t she have said that a few minutes ago? Before Batman ripped him apart like he was nothing but flimsy paper.

Still, he guessed he should be thankful that she defended him. Even though it was too late.

After a few seconds of no one saying anything, Dick broke the awkwardness with an annoying smile on his face. “Now that that’s settled, why don’t we get that movie started?”

It was only because of all his training that Jason didn’t break down right there.

Of course this was just another thing that they’d sweep under the rug. Something that they would never want to speak off again.

Discussions of what movie they were supposed to watch erupted the room. It didn’t take long for an argument to break out between Damian and Tim.

Jason watched the scene for a few seconds before looking away.

They looked like a real family.

He turned away, these things happened frequently enough for Jason to know that he wasn’t welcomed.

He blocked out all the noise as he walked towards his helmet, eager to put it back on.

It was only a matter of luck that the universe hated him so much that he knocked something down, the thumping noise alerting everyone that he was about to leave.

Jason couldn’t help but feel relieved that he put on his helmet as soon as he got his hands on it.

At least he didn’t have to go to all the trouble to force his expression to remain impassive anymore.

Batman could use it against him.

Dick’s eyebrows furrowed, “Where are you going, Jay? I thought you were joining us tonight.”

“Yeah, well maybe I’m not in the mood to watch a stupid movie tonight.” Jason spits out.

Was Dick being serious right now? There were so many things wrong with that question.

One: Why would Jason want to spend more time with the people who thought he murdered someone and didn’t even bother to defend him.

And two-

No one invited Jason.

Before anyone could say anything else, Jason hopped on his motorcycle. He needed to get out of the cave.

He could feel their eyes on his back but no one bothered to stop him.

The last thing he heard was Cassandra’s voice assuring the bats. “Be back,” she said with enough confidence that one would think that she could command Jason to turn around with only her words. “He will be back.”

Jason held in the harsh remark that threatened to leave his lips.

Plus, it wasn’t like Cassandra was lying. He knew it— and hell, the rest of Bats probably knew it too.

Jason would come back. He always did.

It wasn’t like he had anywhere else to go.

But for now, he needed to get away. He thought that one week would be enough to calm the pit.

It wasn’t.

In fact, he feels like the interaction with the bats today just made it worst.

He’ll stay away from them for two weeks. That should be enough time for the pit to stop screaming at him.

But who would he stay with?

Jason had enough experience to know that the best way to calm the pit was to surround yourself with people you trust.

Kori and Roy were still in space.

And Talia was busy with the civil war against Ra’s.

Jason had no one else.

Except-  

His phone grew heavier in his pocket and he remembered that an Avenger owed him a favor.

Clint said that Jason could text him whenever.

And the more he thought about it, the more Jason decided that he did trust the archer in some way.  

Jason soon found himself staring at the side mirror of the vehicle and poisonous green eyes stared back.

He quickly averted his eyes.

Clint was his last choice. And Jason couldn’t risk being in the peak of a pit episode without anyone to keep him in his place.  

He could do this.

It wasn’t like he had another choice.

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notes:

Balancing out school and volleyball was a lot harder than I thought it would be. Only one month has passed and I am swamped with work.

I don’t know how I feel about this chapter. It’s not my best work but I wanted to put something out for you guys!!

I hope that you liked it.

I’m gonna spend this weekend to try and get my life together so hopefully, that means that next week will be easier for me.

Especially since I still need to finish my permit course. (If you couldn’t tell, I’m kinda hating sophomore year of high school right now)

Like always, please leave a comment. i love reading them and they just motivate me so much! And they would help an extra ton these days.

And once again, if you have any fanfic requests, questions, or just suggestions for a specific fanfic i’m writing, just leave it in a comment down below or you can just message me here on tumblr.  

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He couldn’t believe that the praying thing actually worked. Clint didn’t know which godly deity thing he was praying to, but he was not complaining.

He had to play it cool, though. Clint couldn’t make it obvious that he stalked the man.

As far as he knows, no one other than Nat was aware of the interaction he had with Hood a week ago… Or the fact that they’re meeting up today.

Natasha was not going to believe this. She still couldn’t believe that she might finally get to meet the famed vigilante.

When he told her about the meet-up, she screamed so loud that Clint was surprised he wasn’t permanently deaf yet.

Out of habit, he brought up a hand to feel the devices in his ears, making sure the hearing aids that Tony made were still there.

“You okay?”

It took everything in Clint not to jump in surprise. Deaf or not, only a special group of people could sneak up to him.

Jason repeated his question, successfully snapping Clint out of his thoughts. He nodded, “Yeah. Guess I zoned out for a few seconds.”

The vigilante raised an eyebrow but didn’t reply. Their eyes met but it didn’t take long before Jason quickly lowered his.

That small act raised all sorts of alarms in the archer’s head. He wanted to comment on it. Wanted to ask the kid what was wrong. But-

But the two of them have just met. There was no way that Jason- the RED HOOD!- would trust Clint about that bothered him like this. Especially if it involved feelings.

Some day, maybe Jason will. But as of now, he won’t. Clint knows from experience.

“So, what did you need help with?” he asked.

Jason took a deep breath and Clint saw the vigilante slightly tremble. As if it hurt him to ask the archer for help.

Clint wanted to frown. He wanted to ask Jason what was wrong. And he needed to know if he was okay.

“I- I need-” Jason cut himself off and Clint didn’t know if he imagined it but he swore that something flickered in Jason’s eyes.

“Take your time, Jay.” Clint gently said. “I’m not in a rush.”

Jason nodded and the two of them let the silence immerse them. Let it fall like rain.

It wasn’t awkward. If anything, it was comfortable. He wondered if that was because Jason trusted Clint as well.

“It’s not a big favor,” Jason whispered and Clint could sense the underlying security in his tone. “And you don’t have to say yes.” he rushed out. “I just- I need a place to stay for a few days- maybe weeks?”

Clint didn’t know how to reply to that. He guessed he stayed silent for far too long because Jason’s face fell.

“I can pay you back.” the vigilante meekly offered. “A favor for a favor, y’know? I just- I just really need a place that isn’t in Gotham.”

The desperation in Jason’s voice brought Clint out of his thoughts. “No favor needed,” he tried to assure the teen. “The Avengers tower have plenty of space. It won’t be a problem at all.”

“Are you sure? I don’t wanna be a bother.”

If Clint had any doubts that Red Hood was young, then this whole conversation wiped it all away. Even when he’s not wearing his hearing aids, he’s sure that he would still be able to hear the insecurity that radiated off of Jason’s voice.

“You won’t be a bother.” Clint softly said, unaware that he slipped into his ‘comforting a victim’ voice. “I’m sure that the other Avengers would love to have you there.”

Jason scoffed as if Clint said something funny. “If you’re sure.”

Jason grinned, bright and dangerous and realistic. If Clint wasn’t here during the whole almost-butnotreally breakdown, then he would’ve believed that nothing was wrong.

That mask of his is good he couldn’t help but praise. It quickly turned to worry, though.

Clint met Jason’s eyes, the light making it seem like a deep blue. It was only because of the years of training he endured that he caught the hint of vulnerability in them.

“Of course, I’m sure.” he grinned back at the kid. “You wanna go now or later?”

Jason didn’t hesitate with his answer. “Now, please.”

Clint nodded and even though his head was begging him to ask more questions, all he did was walk towards his ride.

“Great, you can just follow me.” The archer turned towards Jason, “Think you can keep up?”

Jason smirked at the challenge, “Don’t worry, old man.” he responded, “Something tells me that I don’t even have to pull out the big wheels.”

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Clint guided Jason around the tower, showing him the spots that he believed the vigilante would be interested in. Clint really wants Jason to enjoy this place.

Going by Jason's reaction to the library, Clint thinks he will. A voice in his head whispered that he could bond with Tony and Bruce with their similar thirst for knowledge.

It's a bit funny. Out of all the rooms in the tower, he didn't think that the library would be Jason's favorite. Clint mentally shrugged, he should've known better than to assume.

“So Jason,” he teased, grin widening. “Whatever happened to not needing to pull out the big wheels against this old man right here?”

Jason rolled his eyes as he crossed his arms.

Was he pouting?

Jason’s eyes widened as he rushed to uncross his arms, forcing himself to lean against the nearest wall, “I was not pouting,” Jason stated. “And for your information, I only lost because you had home-field advantage. I had no idea where I was going.”

Clint smirked, “Sure you didn't.”

“I’m Red Hood. And the Red Hood does not pout.”

Before Clint could open his mouth to answer, he heard a cup shatter on the floor.

The two of them turned to face the intruder. Jason’s stance was defensive and Clint grabbed his bow from his back. An arrow ready to shoot.

Tony was in front of them, looking back and forth between Clint and Jason. He ignored the coffee on the ground which Clint could admit was very un-Tony like behavior.

The mechanic walked towards Jason, slowly raising his pointer finger as he poked the kid. Hard.

Jason scrunched his eyebrows, looking like a confused puppy.

Clint turned back to Tony, who was still looking at Jason in amazement… before it quickly turned to confusion.

“When did I adopt another vigilante?” Tony whispered to himself. “FRIDAY.” The man called out, “Who was the last person I adopted?”

“Peter Parker,” the AI easily answered.

Jason looked up in surprise, looking around as he tried to look for the voice.

Huh, Clint thought. He knew he forgot to mention something.

Tony opened his mouth but before he could speak, Steve walked in. “Have you guys seen To…” his voice trailed off as he spotted Jason.

Steve’s eyes flew to Tony and Clint right after and he sighed. “I thought that we talked about adopting more kids without consulting the team first.”

“I’m not-“ Jason tried to say, “No ones adopting-“

Steve sent Jason a smile that practically screamed you-poor-kid-you-have-no-idea-what-you-just-got-into, “The first step is always denial, kid. You can ask Pietro and Wanda that.” He grabbed Tony’s hand, “I’ll talk to you later. I have to put this genius to sleep first. Who knows when that last time he even laid down was.”

Clint watched as Steve led Tony away from the room. When he turned to face Jason, he saw the kid staring down at the cleaning bots.

“Tony made them,” he explained when Jason looked up at him in confusion. “With the amount of people living or even visiting the tower, he thought that having bots clean up our messes would be a lot more comfortable than having a random person do it.”

“Oh.” was all Jason said.

No one said anything for a while and Clint suspected that was because Jason was still processing his interaction with Steve and Tony. The kid was probably still confused.

He gave Jason a small nudge. “So,” he grinned. “Welcome to the Avengers Tower.”

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After around four months of no updates, guess who’s back.

I am so sorry for taking so long to write this chapter. I know that I replied to a lot of comments saying that I was releasing this chapter a lot sooner than I did but things came up.

I hope you guys like this chapter!! I feel like it could’ve been a lot better but I really wanted to update this fic. Especially since my life’s gonna start picking up once again. With finals around the corner and volleyball tournaments about to start soon, life’s gonna be super busy once more.

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He couldn’t believe that the praying thing actually worked. Clint didn’t know which godly deity thing he was praying to, but he was not complaining.

He had to play it cool, though. Clint couldn’t make it obvious that he stalked the man.

As far as he knows, no one other than Nat was aware of the interaction he had with Hood a week ago… Or the fact that they’re meeting up today.

Natasha was not going to believe this. She still couldn’t believe that she might finally get to meet the famed vigilante.

When he told her about the meet-up, she screamed so loud that Clint was surprised he wasn’t permanently deaf yet.

Out of habit, he brought up a hand to feel the devices in his ears, making sure the hearing aids that Tony made were still there.

“You okay?”

It took everything in Clint not to jump in surprise. Deaf or not, only a special group of people could sneak up to him.

Jason repeated his question, successfully snapping Clint out of his thoughts. He nodded, “Yeah. Guess I zoned out for a few seconds.”

The vigilante raised an eyebrow but didn’t reply. Their eyes met but it didn’t take long before Jason quickly lowered his.

That small act raised all sorts of alarms in the archer’s head. He wanted to comment on it. Wanted to ask the kid what was wrong. But-

But the two of them have just met. There was no way that Jason- the RED HOOD!- would trust Clint about that bothered him like this. Especially if it involved feelings.

Some day, maybe Jason will. But as of now, he won’t. Clint knows from experience.

“So, what did you need help with?” he asked.

Jason took a deep breath and Clint saw the vigilante slightly tremble. As if it hurt him to ask the archer for help.

Clint wanted to frown. He wanted to ask Jason what was wrong. And he needed to know if he was okay.

“I- I need-” Jason cut himself off and Clint didn’t know if he imagined it but he swore that something flickered in Jason’s eyes.

“Take your time, Jay.” Clint gently said. “I’m not in a rush.”

Jason nodded and the two of them let the silence immerse them. Let it fall like rain.

It wasn’t awkward. If anything, it was comfortable. He wondered if that was because Jason trusted Clint as well.

“It’s not a big favor,” Jason whispered and Clint could sense the underlying security in his tone. “And you don’t have to say yes.” he rushed out. “I just- I need a place to stay for a few days- maybe weeks?”

Clint didn’t know how to reply to that. He guessed he stayed silent for far too long because Jason’s face fell.

“I can pay you back.” the vigilante meekly offered. “A favor for a favor, y’know? I just- I just really need a place that isn’t in Gotham.”

The desperation in Jason’s voice brought Clint out of his thoughts. “No favor needed,” he tried to assure the teen. “The Avengers tower have plenty of space. It won’t be a problem at all.”

“Are you sure? I don’t wanna be a bother.”

If Clint had any doubts that Red Hood was young, then this whole conversation wiped it all away. Even when he’s not wearing his hearing aids, he’s sure that he would still be able to hear the insecurity that radiated off of Jason’s voice.

“You won’t be a bother.” Clint softly said, unaware that he slipped into his ‘comforting a victim’ voice. “I’m sure that the other Avengers would love to have you there.”

Jason scoffed as if Clint said something funny. “If you’re sure.”

Jason grinned, bright and dangerous and realistic. If Clint wasn’t here during the whole almost-butnotreally breakdown, then he would’ve believed that nothing was wrong.

That mask of his is good he couldn’t help but praise. It quickly turned to worry, though.

Clint met Jason’s eyes, the light making it seem like a deep blue. It was only because of the years of training he endured that he caught the hint of vulnerability in them.

“Of course, I’m sure.” he grinned back at the kid. “You wanna go now or later?”

Jason didn’t hesitate with his answer. “Now, please.”

Clint nodded and even though his head was begging him to ask more questions, all he did was walk towards his ride.

“Great, you can just follow me.” The archer turned towards Jason, “Think you can keep up?”

Jason smirked at the challenge, “Don’t worry, old man.” he responded, “Something tells me that I don’t even have to pull out the big wheels.”

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Clint guided Jason around the tower, showing him the spots that he believed the vigilante would be interested in. Clint really wants Jason to enjoy this place.

Going by Jason's reaction to the library, Clint thinks he will. A voice in his head whispered that he could bond with Tony and Bruce with their similar thirst for knowledge.

It's a bit funny. Out of all the rooms in the tower, he didn't think that the library would be Jason's favorite. Clint mentally shrugged, he should've known better than to assume.

“So Jason,” he teased, grin widening. “Whatever happened to not needing to pull out the big wheels against this old man right here?”

Jason rolled his eyes as he crossed his arms.

Was he pouting?

Jason’s eyes widened as he rushed to uncross his arms, forcing himself to lean against the nearest wall, “I was not pouting,” Jason stated. “And for your information, I only lost because you had home-field advantage. I had no idea where I was going.”

Clint smirked, “Sure you didn't.”

“I’m Red Hood. And the Red Hood does not pout.”

Before Clint could open his mouth to answer, he heard a cup shatter on the floor.

The two of them turned to face the intruder. Jason’s stance was defensive and Clint grabbed his bow from his back. An arrow ready to shoot.

Tony was in front of them, looking back and forth between Clint and Jason. He ignored the coffee on the ground which Clint could admit was very un-Tony like behavior.

The mechanic walked towards Jason, slowly raising his pointer finger as he poked the kid. Hard.

Jason scrunched his eyebrows, looking like a confused puppy.

Clint turned back to Tony, who was still looking at Jason in amazement… before it quickly turned to confusion.

“When did I adopt another vigilante?” Tony whispered to himself. “FRIDAY.” The man called out, “Who was the last person I adopted?”

“Peter Parker,” the AI easily answered.

Jason looked up in surprise, looking around as he tried to look for the voice.

Huh, Clint thought. He knew he forgot to mention something.

Tony opened his mouth but before he could speak, Steve walked in. “Have you guys seen To…” his voice trailed off as he spotted Jason.

Steve’s eyes flew to Tony and Clint right after and he sighed. “I thought that we talked about adopting more kids without consulting the team first.”

“I’m not-“ Jason tried to say, “No ones adopting-“

Steve sent Jason a smile that practically screamed you-poor-kid-you-have-no-idea-what-you-just-got-into, “The first step is always denial, kid. You can ask Pietro and Wanda that.” He grabbed Tony’s hand, “I’ll talk to you later. I have to put this genius to sleep first. Who knows when that last time he even laid down was.”

Clint watched as Steve led Tony away from the room. When he turned to face Jason, he saw the kid staring down at the cleaning bots.

“Tony made them,” he explained when Jason looked up at him in confusion. “With the amount of people living or even visiting the tower, he thought that having bots clean up our messes would be a lot more comfortable than having a random person do it.”

“Oh.” was all Jason said.

No one said anything for a while and Clint suspected that was because Jason was still processing his interaction with Steve and Tony. The kid was probably still confused.

He gave Jason a small nudge. “So,” he grinned. “Welcome to the Avengers Tower.”

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After around four months of no updates, guess who’s back.

I am so sorry for taking so long to write this chapter. I know that I replied to a lot of comments saying that I was releasing this chapter a lot sooner than I did but things came up.

I hope you guys like this chapter!! I feel like it could’ve been a lot better but I really wanted to update this fic. Especially since my life’s gonna start picking up once again. With finals around the corner and volleyball tournaments about to start soon, life’s gonna be super busy once more.

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