IronHawk + 1 please? (I need more of them in my life, and you write them really well!)
Thank you so much uwu ♥ I hope you’ll like this one as well!
— 1. “Come over here and make me.” —
„CLINTONFRANCIS BARTON! Come down, now! “
Inhindsight, he probably shouldn’t have done what he’d done because nobody in thehistory of, well, ever has somebody stolen from the Black Widow and gotten awaywith it. Well, his SHIELD file literally said ‘self-preservation instincts of amayfly’ (thanks for that one, Phil) so…
“Come overhere and make me!” Okay, Phil might even have understated a bit with that linebecause even though his nest right below the team gym’s ceiling was fairlysafe, it very probably wasn’t safe from a fuming Nat. Shit. But in his defense:what she’d done was decidedly worse. “You told him!” He threw his arms in theair, still perfectly balanced, and looked at her with what he thought was anaccusing glare. “Why?! I even stopped whining at you about it. I thought wewere teammates, partners, friends, bros, something along those lines and as faras I recall bros. don’t. tell. a bros’ crush. about. said. crush!”
To anyoneelse, Nat’s expression would have looked vastly annoyed but he wasn’t calledHawkeye for nothing. He spotted the slight softening of her features and thathint of fond pity in her eyes Clint hated but that was almost exclusivelyreserved for him.
“Believeme, I’ve tried. But your mutual pining was getting ridiculous and you are bothso dense.” And this kind ofexasperation rarely colored her voice. “Subtlety just wouldn’t do and what doyou want? It worked, didn’t it? He asked you out, so what are you complainingabout?”
“Because Idon’t want a pity date, Nat! And I – wait! Did you just say mutual pining?”
Instead ofan answer, Natasha stared into dead air, then took a deep breath and lookedskywards as if praying for a miracle. Or patience. Or both. “Stark, I know you’relistening in. You either come up here and set him straight or I will shoot yourmoron of a bird right off this girder.”
Then shedrew a gun from Thor knows where, pointed straight between his eyes and startedcounting down from 30. Clint, in the meantime, was confused. Not about the gun,that was par of the course when you were friends with Nat. No, it was the Tonypart, the ‘mutual’ part in particular, that baffled him. So while she counteddown the last seconds of his life for the third time this year, he went throughall the interaction he’s had with the genius lately and… huh. Maybe there wassomething to her words. The looks, the casual touches, the smiles, he couldn’thave imagined all of that, could he?
“5… 4… 3…”
And inburst Tony. “NO! Wait!” Tony took a deep breath. “Geez woman!”
Natashastopped counting but didn’t lower the gun. Instead she nodded at Tony,encouraging him to talk. But before thegenius could start talking, Clint did: “So, no pity date?”
Tony shookhis head. “Uh, no, I meant it. I really like you. Sorry if it looked like apity move.”
“Nah, it’salright. There might have been some misinterpretation involved.” He gavehimself a mental pat on the shoulder for the emotional maturity he had justshown. And that was apparently Natasha’s cue to make the gun disappear and it waskind of sweet to see the tension bleed visibly out of Tony.
“So we’restill on for burgers tonight?”
“Sure!”Clint grinned and foolishly showed the pile of rope next to him down the girderto let himself down. “Around ei-eieieiiiiiiii!!!” As a result for hissecond-stupidest action today, Nat his left arm in a painful twist only mereseconds later.“Now that this is settled, we’re going to retrieve something. Aren’t we,Clinton?”
He quicklynodded frantically before she could dislocate his shoulder again, looked atTony and gave him a slightly pain filled smile. “See you tonight.”
And thenNat shoved him out of the gym, quietly muttering something that soundedsuspiciously like “Men…”.
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