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The air vents originally were a source of ‘transport’ whenever he’d be on missions where stealth was required.
However now this was his domain, his kingdom where he could move around silently and listen in on conversations, collecting delicious information for either future blackmail or just to gossip with Natasha over a cup of coffee. It was also a good hideout whenever Fury would drop by the tower looking for him, most times wanting to send him off on a mission.
Things took a turn for the worse when Bucky made himself at home in the tower.
It all started one morning, Clint was in the air vents hiding away from the collective duo of Natasha and Fury who were determined to wrangle in their wayward agent and get him to do some actual work for once.
From his vantage point, Clint could hear Fury becoming furious. ‘Heh, furious Fury!’ he thought, letting out a quiet chuckle before scurrying along, listening to Tony argue with Jarvis over some complicated tech thingy that went above his pay grade… and his intelligence. He continued scurrying past the training rooms where Steve destroyed another punching bag yet again, slid down past the science labs where Bruce was currently hunched over a bench and peering through a microscope.
He'd almost made it to the private quarters when a loud metallic bang startled him. Glancing over his shoulder, Clint’s eyes widened when Bucky’s metal arm punched through the air vent.
“Shit!” Clint cursed, scurrying towards safety as the sounds of metal groaning sent a jolt of panic straight through his heart. He got to the metal duct above his remove, jimmying it open, and was about to drop to safety when Bucky grabbed him by the ankle.
“Gotcha, ya little shit!”
Bucky dragged Clint backwards and out of the man-made hole he created while Tony bitched in the background about “Super soldiers needing to stop destroying my things! And yes that includes you, Rogers!”
Both Bucky and Clint flipped their middle fingers towards Tony who stomped away huffing.
“Tasha’s not happy with you,” Bucky growled at Clint, holding him up by the back of his shirt. “And when she isn’t happy, I am not happy.”
Clint groaned as Bucky dragged him off to his impending doom.