A Saviour At Last (Hawksilver/Marvel AU)

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Pietro was awake well before Clint was. He had taken it upon himself to clear away the abandoned cups leftover from last night's chat.

He stood at the sink in one of Clint's hoodies and some sweatpants, scrubbing at the dried liquid at the bottom of the cups as he thought about the night before. Clint had told him a lot about his background, he had opened up about his hearing aids, his parents, his family. It had been overwhelming at first, but then it dawned on him about how much trust it had taken for Clint to tell him about all of that. It meant a lot to Pietro, to know that their trust went both ways.

He pushed the mug under the running water from the tap, swilling out the soap and dried up coffee. He grimaced at the stubborn bits that still refused to come out and pushed the sponge back into the cup and scrubbed at the brown coffee bits.

One thing that kept sticking in his mind was how Clint hadn't been able to understand him without the hearing aids. He had kept it hidden for a while and had somehow gotten around it up until now.

What if something were to happen and Clint broke his hearing aids? Or lost them? Or something like last night happened again? He didn't know sign language, it was kinda hard to when he was living on the streets for as long as he had been, and he never had a reason nor the chance to when he was still at home.

He swilled the cup out again, examining it and nodding when he saw that it was now finally clean and set it on the drying rack. He then worked on the second cup, hoping this one would be a little less stubborn.

He realised it would take some time, but he was sure he could find some books to help him learn sign language. Just basic stuff, enough to be able to communicate if things went wrong or something happened to Clint's hearing aids. He decided he would go into town later as it was his day off and look through some of the book stores around to see if he could find any books on sign language.

Pietro had finally managed to clean away both cups when he felt a pair of arms wind around his waist. He hummed, knowing already who the arms belonged to and quickly relaxed into them. Clint pressed his face to the Sokovian's neck and shoulder, pressing his lips to the pale skin as he hummed softly. Pietro chuckled softly and managed to turn around, wrapping his arm's around the blond's neck. In return, he received a sleepy smile and a pair of bleary blue eyes staring up at him. He couldn't help but lean in and kiss him.

"Sorry, I don't have any coffee ready."

Clint shrugged his shoulders and pulled himself closer, pressing his face into the younger man's messy hair.

"S'okay... I don' mind." He nuzzled in even closure, pinning Pietro to the counter as he sighed out softly, yawning into the mess of silver and brunette. Pietro could only roll his eyes fondly, hugging his boyfriend close to him.

They stood there for a few minutes and Pietro was almost sure Clint had fallen asleep against him. He nudged the older man away gently, pushing him in the direction of the couch.

"Go sit. I'll make us some coffee." He said, shaking his head as he watched the other stumble away, still half asleep by the looks of things. Pietro turned then and began to make two cups of coffee, making sure to add a little extra to Clint's cup to help perk him up.

When Pietro made his way over to the sofa Clint was already starting to doze off again. He couldn't help but laugh as he sat down next to his boyfriend, placing down Clint's mug down on the coffee table. He used his free hand to nudge Clint, holding back a snicker as the man almost slipped off of the sofa's arm as he was startled awake.

Clint rubbed at his eyes, blinking them open slowly as he looked around, brows drawn together for a moment before realising what had happened.

"Sorry." He mumbled, laughing quietly as he reached to pick up his mug, running a hand through his short strands. His hair was a mess, evidence from the restless night he had.