Late Night Shenanigans // Tony and Clint (closed)
The cold Asgardian voice felt like velvet in Clint's mind and he felt no reason to fight it. He felt no reason to disagree with any of the cruel suggestions it had given him. He also felt no inclination to disagree with him as they looked down at the battered form of Natasha. He nodded once. Though battered and bruised, she was still beautiful to him.
Natasha's eyes went wide with fear. Clint felt nothing for her as he pulled out his side arm and aimed it at her head.
Clint sat bolt upright in his bed. He looked around his room in Stark Tower, frantically trying to get his barrings. He was safe. She was safe.
His head dropped to his hands and he rubbed at his eyes. He could feel that he'd broken out into a cold sweat during his sleep. He'd been having nightmares ever sense he'd escaped Loki's control, but he had avoided telling anyone.
He got up and went to the shower. He wouldn't be getting anymore sleep tonight so he decided to shower and get some coffee and maybe watch some cartoons or something until the others woke up. He wasn't sure who else was here, but that hardly mattered at the moment.
With is shower finished, he made his way to the kitchen. He was going to brew himself a pot of coffee, and drink the whole thing, but he paused, hearing other footsteps approaching. He smiled a bit. He felt like crap, but he still had his sense of humor.
Nimble and silent as a cat, Clint perched himself on top of one of the Avenger's refrigerator. If it was who he suspected it was, they'd be going to the other one and this would be perfect payback for being threaten with decaf.
