《Wrong number kid》Shopping
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Y/n's POV
"So what are we going to do now?" I question Clint.
We were both back in the living room, he took out his phone at my question and typed something quickly. He than walked over to the kitchen, which you can see from the living room, and quickly returned.
"We are going to spend Stark's money, we need to get you decorations for your new room and I believe you need clothes," he smirked.
I'm not going to miss out on this chance so I quickly stood up to go.
"You might want to change first," he warned me. I looked down to see the t-shirt and shorts I've been in for a long time.
I look back up to Clint who takes me back to his room. He hands me a black oversized hoodie, then he takes me to a room with a red kind of symbol on the door. There was no one inside but you could tell it's a girls room. In the corner there was a Box Full of Sitcom dvds. Clint walks over to the wardrobe and takes out some jeans and a pair of converse. He leaves the room and I change. He doesn't have a bad sense of style. The hoodie is extremely comfortable.
When I leave the room I look at Clint then he takes me over to an elevator and we go down to the first floor underground. The room is filled with all kind of expensive cars.
"Which one is most expensive?" I ask knowing that we basically blackmailed the billionaire. He wordlessly opened the passenger seat door of a red car. And I jumped inside.
We had a few minutes before we get to the shops.
"So I get a room?"
"Oh yeah I never told you earlier, your going to be staying with us and training and all that. But mostly the two of us get to prank Tony and now it's not like he can do anything about it," it's almost like the two of us were thinking the same thing at that point. "I decided to take you shopping today since everyone else is busy today and Tony wanted to his friend and also ex, Pepper, to take you tomorrow. No offence to her but I have better style."
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I laughed at Clint, until he went to go put on music but I slapped his hand away. He looked at me briefly before returning to look at the road.
"Sorry cry baby but I have better music taste than you, I just no it," I take out my phone and connect it to the car. I scroll through my playlist, it's not that long, only 16 hours. I finally just settled on shuffling it. The first song to play was 'Lotta True Crime' by Penelope Scott, that was followed by 'Smells Like Teen Spirit' by Nirvana.
The drive passed quickly and soon enough we were outside a shopping centre. The first shop we went into was for room decorations.
We settled on a dark grey for the walls so it's quite plain but all the furniture I chose were recycled wooden furniture that had a rustic feel to it, they were all had a dark brown varnish on them. Then for the carpet I chose a dark green. The bed covers were all white and then I got a variety of plants. I was going for a very forest theme. Clint had also spotted a swigging chair that fit the vibe of the room as well. Once we were both satisfied we had gotten someone Clint had called happy to collect the room stuff while we went clothes shopping.
I wasn't sure what to get as I'm not that confident at clothes shopping as I was decoration shopping but eventually I started finding clothes more my style. It mostly consisted of oversized hoodies and Clint insisted on t-shirts since it was summer. He also told me that people have special clothes that they sleep in called pyjamas.
I expected him to shy away from the bras when we got to that section but surprisingly when I went to go chase him with one he just knocked it out of his face with a laugh.
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Eventually we had all the clothes that I would need. According to me at least, Clint had tried to get me a dress to which I threatened to suffocate him.
He did manage to buy a skirt but I didn't mind as I wouldn't wear it.
My arms felt like they were hanging off me by the time we left that shop but I did have a huge smile on my face. The smile grew as I spotted a bookshop and ran over.
"We should make Stark's card bleed more!" I almost yelled to Clint behind me.
What ever argument Clint had vanished at my statement.
After about one hour we walked out of the bookshop with exactly fifty-three books.
I must have fallen asleep in the drive home because suddenly I remember waking up in the elevator with bags of clothes surrounding me. Did I sleep walk?
The elevator opened and for the third time I heard a voice that seemed to come from the ceiling.
"Mr. Stark has given y/n the empty room next to yours and next to the rock of ages' room, legolas," the voice was as calm as always.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw Clint look at me. I looked at him.
Tony doesn't know what he's done.
When we got to the room there wasn't any symbol on the door.
"That's because we don't really know anything about you or your powers yet, I still can't believe you don't have any nickname other than the mask yet, but that's up to Tony," Clint told me. I wasn't that bothered to be honest.
The door opened to reveal the smell of fresh paint and a bunch of boxes containing my furniture. The ceiling was similar to Clint's and Peters. It had platforms and poles going randomly across the ceiling. The swinging char was already set up in the corner of the room as it is hanging from the ceiling as well. I could wait to see the room altogether.
I spun around to Clint and hugged him. I felt his hand pat my back. I could sense his smile.
"Your welcome best friend."
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A/n: ayyy technically my second update today as my short one was totally not from 4 a.m. also this chapter definitely didn't end in a callback to a few chapters ago. ^-^ oops. I'm crying cause I know I have to end this at some point and I'm not ready for that. But as I've mentioned before I have a Harry Potter fanfic at the back of my head that I want to write.
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