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"I did a bad thing." - itsmorethanasuit to whichever. mostly so we can actualy start the cancer thing right >.> if joo want

"What did you do?", he asked quietly, his gaze resting on Tony, worry written all over his features.

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JARVIS was ready to cut the power to Tony's workbench. It had been nearly three days of no sleep. The engineer was working as if his life depended on it somehow. As if this was something he was desperate for some reason or another to get done. So it was that the AI watched and learned for more experience. He could vaguely discern what Tony was doing. The why behind it was quite elusive.

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I have to confess something. I’m dying… - itsmorethanasuit

Put one in my ask box!! [tragedy in love version]

"Tony? What are you talking of?"

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infinite numbers of ✿ - itsmorethanasuit

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4: cheek kiss

It had taken them a while to get comfortable, but finally, they were nestled together somehow on the small couch of Clint's apartment, the grumbling of the engineer in the archer's ears as he rolled his eyes, leaning back to kiss the other's cheek shortly, but softly. "Now be nice, will you?", he asked with a smile, leaning his head against Tony's shoulder before he pressed the 'play' button on the remote.

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Tony blinked a bit. That was an odd request. Ok, maybe not odd, but…why now? Still, though…it made him smile. He’d thought so many times about how it must be to never have seen. Red was a completely alien thing to Clint and tony just couldn’t imagine it. So, to give clint the chance to ‘see’ something…and to know it was him he wanted to see… “S…sure. Ok…”

But, how did this actually work? He took clint’s hands and closed his eyes, placing the man’s hands on his cheeks gently before he let them go. His breathing was a bit shallow, he was trying to be still but honestly he was a little nervous. They’d never talked about their looks to one another. Or their age, or anything like that. It just never came up. What would he think when he felt the wrinkles, the prematurely sagging skin put there by years of substance abuse and lack of sleep? The fact that he’d not trimmed up his goate and just let the stubble run wild and patch over his cheeks. The scar over his nose from a bot who’s tensioner was wound too tight and snapped the belt across his face. He bend in it from smashing his face countless times in flight tests for the suit.

It was…frightening to realize how he’d not worried about them untill clint asked for this. He’d not even thought about it, because there was no chance he’d see it. He was comfortable with himself around clint because he was blind, and Tony was quite disapointed in himself over that. He did his best to keep the worry off his face, to keep calm.

A small smile went on the younger man's features, brighting up his face as he felt the other taking his hands, even though his voice spoke of insecurity. What was he insecure about? Was there something Tony had never told him? Probably, there was. Clint had never learned about this, about insecurity because of looks, because frankly, he didn't care.

He didn't really care about looks or anything, simply because he couldn't see it. He was one of the very few people that wouldn't judge anyone for anything that depended on their looks. Of course he judged, at some point, but because of what people said or how they did. And the fact that he could feel the strange looks on him didn't actually make it better.

All he knew was that this insecurity had to come from the fear of him not liking the other anymore just because of how he looked. But Clint didn't care, really. He was just curious. The warm voice of the other meant way more to him than anything he might feel while touching the other's face.

As he felt the stubbles under his sensitive fingertips, he smiled a little more, carefully running his fingers from Tony's cheeks down to his chin where his hands met, feeling the beard there that wasn't actually bad. He could tell that the other wasn't exactly too excited about trimming his beard every day, but it didn't matter to him. He could understand that.

From there, his hands wandered higher again, following the jawline of the other up to his temples, noticing the wrinkles on his skin, especially around the eyes, which only made him realize that Tony was someone who probably smiled a lot. And this fact made him happy.

He went higher again, to run his fingertips over the other man's forehead, noticing that there were soft lines in the skin, too. He knew from his voice alone that Tony wasn't the youngest, that he was probably older than Clint, but not much, that only confirmed it to him. The younger's hands wandered further, now only one hand running over the other's nose, the other resting on his cheek. He noticed the scar there, the change in the bone structure, but it was only one more thing that made Tony more interesting to Clint.

His fingers went from there to the other's upper lip, realizing now what form the beard had, commenting it only with a smile. Clint's fingers only brushed very carefully over the other's lips, feeling how soft they were, even though he wouldn't have thought they would be.

His hand stopped touching Tony's lips, instead rested on the other cheek, while the hand that hadn't been moving wandered up into his hair, feeling how short it was, but soft and warm. It made the younger feel even more comfortable with the other, even more warm inside as he slowly lowered his hands onto his own knees, turning his head to face the floor now, the smile still on his face.

"Thank you.."

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