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Come on Over, I'll Cook
Westgate (Harkpad)
Summary:
Clint impulsively invites Tony over to his apartment for dinner. He only has three hours and he'd forgotten the state in which he left his apartment. Plus, it's his apartment. Tony Stark has three mansions. Clint Barton has three rooms. What the hell was he thinking? For his part, Tony is quite pleased to hang out at Clint's apartment even though he's a bit disturbed at the complete lack of even a Roomba.
Teen and up, 2.5k
Bright Eyes
NotEvenCloseToStraight
Summary:
After being hurt in a fight, Tony ends up temporarily blind and tries to hide it from the team so they don't worry.
Clint is the only one to notice, and an honest conversation between the two about exactly how much Tony matters to the team leads to unexpected kisses.
Teen and up, 3k
Sixty Dollars and a Grad Student Zombie
Tahlruil
Summary:
Clint has always been a people watcher - he likes things better from a distance, after all. Hanging out in the Student Center with Nat supplies him with a primo lookout and fodder for stories. He's learned a lot about college students since they started hanging there - he can spot a freshman or a grad student from a mile away.
One in particular has really caught his eye lately. Not because he's attractive - though he is - but because he's both adorable and clearly a Grad Student Zombie. It really gets his protective, mother hen instincts up. Clearly something must be done.
Gen fic, college au, no powers, 4.7k (start of a fantastic series!)
Mangled and Marred
Akira_of_the_Twilight
Summary:
Clint zeroed in on the tattered tattoo below Tony’s heart.
The tattoo was barely recognizable, beheaded not only by the arc reactor but also torn and stretched apart by the valley of scar tissue across Tony’s chest. Through it all though, Clint could see the three gears that formed a crescent together. He saw the two large feathers that the gears nested in and the arrow that shot through the center of the gears like cupid's arrow shot through hearts.
The tattoo–-the mark–-was painfully familiar. It matched the same mark that appeared right below Clint’s heart too. His soul mark; the very same mark Clint was destined to share with his soul mate.
Tony Stark was his soul mate.
Soulmates, 5k, gen
New Ground (And Second Families)
Elenothar
Summary:
Five times Clint Barton accidentally runs into James Bond, and one time they meet on purpose.
Or the one in which Clint finds out that a shared love for explosions isn't the only thing he has in common with MI6's most notorious agent.
00q , teen and up, 6.5k , crossover
Try to Freeze Time
thepartyresponsible
Summary:
The circus has a way of evening people out. Everyone looks the same when the lights center on the stage. The whole audience, just blank shadows, staring in. Everyone looks like nothing.
Someone like this, though. Someone like him. They’ll throw off that nothing before they get back to whatever pampered bed they crawled out of. Everyone else stays nothing, but, for people like that, it’s just a temporary state.
Clint doesn’t mean to watch him. It’s just that he keeps catching Clint’s eye.
Mature, 6.8k , pre-ironman
A Short Engagement
27dragons
Summary:
Clint called his ma back, and now, somehow, he and Tony are... engaged?
This is why he doesn't call home more often.
No powers, explicit, 7k
I Love You. Until Death Do Us Part.
anxious_soul
Summary:
Clint and Tony's life together as a married couple. A mostly secret married couple.
AKA Tony and Clint meet in 2008 and things kick off from there.
Gen fic, secret relationship, 9k
Take A Shot
ChibiSquirt
Summary:
When SHIELD decided they were going to send an agent to assess Tony Stark, a.k.a. Iron Man, the Black Widow was their first choice to do the assessment.
Unfortunately (or maybe not so unfortunately), they would have to go with their second choice, instead.
Teen and up, during ironman, 9.6k
Posh
NotEvenCloseToStraight
Summary:
Clint is a bartender from the poor side of town, while Tony is spoiled, rich and maybe just a little oblivious.
Immediate attraction leads to to dating and lots of kisses, but eventually the differences in their lifestyles start to pull them apart when Clint's not comfortable at fancy parties and Tony hasn't ever eaten fast food.
Clint's too head over heels for his posh boyfriend to let him go, is Tony head over heels enough to meet him halfway?
Mature, 10k , no powers
Never Have I Ever
Princess_Aleera
Summary:
"Never have I ever," Tony says with a wolfish grin, "battled motherfucking aliens."
Clint and Tony (and the team) get drunk, fall into bed together, fall out of it, and fall back in again.
Never have i ever, teen, 11k
No Heart For Me Like Yours
FannyT
Summary:
Everyone is born with a number visible on a random body part, a number that only exists twice—on yourself and on your soul mate.
Tony, famous from birth, was brought up to always hide his number from everyone around him in order to protect both himself and his soul mate from kidnapping and extortion. Clint, meanwhile, had his number obliterated by an accident when he was young and now only has only his own memory to rely on, having no records of his number from before.
Then, one day, Clint accidentally sees Tony's number.
Soulmates, teen and up, 12k
A Different Kind of Knight
jenny_wren
Summary:
Clint's soulmate's first words to him will be 'Oh shit. You gotta help me hide the body.' Clint's not sure why everybody thinks this is a bad thing.
Teen and up, soulmates, during ironman and after, 21k
Pen Pals
Red_Phoenix_Fyre
Summary:
Agent Clinton Barton has had a lot of soul mates in his time. Writing to them was always interesting, but soon became boring. When his latest pen pal wrote back to him, he expected it to follow the rather predictable pattern.
I haven’t written anything in over a year but fuck am I tempted to write an AU where Clint is Tony’s undercover assistant instead of Natasha and they just,,, tease the fuck outta each other the entire time with unresolved sexual tension
Notes: This is a Dog Park/Modern Au, Clint has Lucky (Gold Retriever mix) and Tony has Jarvis (Weimaraner). Also this is prompted by my Rare Ship Writing Challenge. I’m not planning a sequel so don’t expect anything!
Tony was sitting in the grass, watching Jarvis run after his favorite bright orange ball. It was a beautiful day at the dog park. The sun was shining high, a breeze kept him cool and all the dogs were having fun. They discovered this park a month ago and so far everything has been great. It’s surrounded by wooded area and walking paths and far enough from any high traffic areas for most dog owners to not worry.
Jarvis had just taken off again when a dog plopped down in the grass next to him. Turning to his left he was surprised to see a one eyed golden mix sitting next to him.
“Well hello there. Who are you?” Of course the dog didn’t answer him but instead scooted closer, whining and tail waving crazily behind him. “Do you want me to pet you?” the dog’s whining increased and Tony chuckled to himself. He carefully presented his hand for a sniff before attempting to pet his new companion.
A startled laugh fell from his mouth when the dog immediately got comfortable. Dramatically falling into his lap and then rolling just enough for Tony to have full access to his belly. From his new vantage point he could see that the dog was a boy, “Trying to get lucky, young man? I must admit I am taken.” Well, his mouth said one thing while his hand went to work giving the dog a good belly rub.
Jarvis was back with his ball now and didn’t seem to mind the new dog. Giving him a quick sniff before nudging his ball closer to Tony to throw. Luckily this new dog was on his left side cause he still had his good arm free to throw the ball. Jarvis took off immediately, “So who is your owner, lucky boy?”
“That would be me.” Turning his head Tony was nearly blinded by the sunlight. But he was still able to make out a man. A very…handsome man. His hair looked golden like the dog’s in the sunlight but was cut short. His eyes looked intense even though he wasn’t really making eye contact with him. Too busy looking bashful, scratching the back of his head and rubbing his neck. And oh…wow, those arms looked nice and strong, like they could hold him down and-
“Tony.” He twisted to offer his hand in introduction.
“Clint. I see Lucky has already imprinted on you. Sorry ‘bout that.”
“It’s fine, he’s been keeping me good company since Jarvis’ one true love is chasing his ball.” He pointed to the Weimaraner taking his time coming back to their spot. His other hand never stopped petting Lucky.
“Mind if I join you?” He gestured to some open grass on the other side of Lucky. “I don’t think Lucky’s leaving your side anytime soon. At least not without my secret weapon. Tony nodded his head at the spot and when Clint was settled, he mouthed ‘secret weapon?’
It would seem Clint’s laugh is just as sexy as his arms. Very carefully Clint reached over to cover Lucky’s ears and whispered, “Pizza.”
Despite his best efforts, Lucky still heard him because he was up and in Clint’s face, happy whining and kisses galore. “Oh no, not now, Lucky. Later, okay? Later.”
Tony just laughed at the two, enjoying their silent debate. Jarvis joined them, content to rest before he went back to bugging Tony for more ball time. It took a second before Clint convinced Lucky that ‘no,’ he did not currently have pizza on him and ‘yes,’ they’ll get some later.
“I take it that this is a regular discussion between you two?”
“I don’t think anyone could understand how codependent we are on…” Clint paused to look at Lucky that was currently sniffing a relaxed Jarvis, “that food.”
Tony laughed again, “Well I think I’m starting to get an idea.”
Clint grinned at him, “So Tony, are you new to this area? Don’t think I’ve seen you around here before.”
“Relatively, I’ve lived in New York for a while now, but we’ve only been going to this park for a month or two.”
“Makes sense, I think Lucky and I have been coming here for two years now?”
“Regulars, huh? Any tips or cliques I should be aware of?” Lucky brushed against him and when he checked it seemed that Jarvis had taken to the golden mix. He wasn’t being aggressive whenever Lucky ventured too close to his ball and was even ignoring said ball so that he could paw at Lucky’s back feet. Seems like Jarvis was feeling playful.
He turned his attention back to Clint and the other man leaned in, “Okay so here’s the deal, pooddles run the park from 8 AM to 9. I can say with a clear conscience that they are sweet dogs but the owners make me feel like I’m witnessing a cult meeting. In the afternoon the rise of ankle-breakers starts around 2 and ends around 4. The occasional doggy birthday party has been known to be thrown on the occasional Saturday and there is no order to Sundays.”
Tony pondered while he tried to get his smile into something a little more manageable. “You really are a veteran to this place…”
Clint seemed to puff up in pride. “Sure am, come rain or snow not much will keep me and Lucky away.”
“It’s confirmed, you are the know all, see all of this fine dog park. Maybe you can tell me more? Like this Friday?” Tony’s stomach clenched and twisted.
Clint looked shocked before visibly pulling himself together, “Thursday is more doable…and then I’d get to see this cute brunette a lot sooner.”
Tony’s face flushed under the complement, “I can make Thursday work but only if I can see this really cute blonde.” Just to mess with Clint he reached out and rubbed Lucky.
Jarvis chose that moment to insert himself between them, looking to Clint for attention since Tony was giving his to Lucky. Clint ran his hand up and down Jarvis’ back, “It’s a date.”
