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Avengers Minis	By : Strailo Category: Marvel Verse Movies > Avengers, The Views: 39138 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Happy New Beginnings
Fandom: Avengers
Chapter: 4
Characters: Tony, Clint, some Thor
Word Count: 1561
Warnings: None
For: CutsyCat
AN: And we're puttering along. *giggles*
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Sitting back on the beam, Clint raised an eyebrow as he watched Tony play with a recipe, wanting to make a cookie that everyone would like but wouldn't be filled with sugar. It was amusing to see how much the engineer enjoyed cooking, at least when everyone was asleep. He often came down to the main room and used the giant kitchen instead of his penthouses' kitchen so he had room to work at his creations.
Never mind the fact that it was two in the morning. Tony had slept most of the night before and the following day away under the influence of pain killers for his rather bruised body, and Clint was happily perched on one of the purposefully created beams once more. He was more interested in the sweets that were being created under Tony's thoughtful gaze.
“Why are stalking me, birdy?” Tony's voice came from the kitchen as he slid a fresh cookie tray into the oven as he took the other one out with an oven mitt. Clint smirked and slid down from the rafter, using the perfectly placed hand holds to get down from the high ceiling.
“Nah, just relaxing. Been kind of keyed up for the last week,” Clint admitted, shrugging as he tucked his hands into his pockets, staring at the other male. “Why are you up? I know you have to be hurting right now, what with the bruises,” he drawled, sliding onto a bar stool.
Tony hummed in thought as he transferred the cookies from the cookie sheet to a cooling rack with a spatula. “I can't sleep right now since I slept so long under the drugs that I was given. Ever since I stopped taking anything beyond my vitamins and the occasional ibu, they hit me hard,” he admitted, shrugging one shoulder.
“That's something I never would have thought you would have given up. Your pain killers for your chest and your alcohol,” Clint mused lowly. Tony flashed him a smile and shook his head.
“Yeah, well, I was told that using it as a crutch will do nothing more then hurt me in the long run and if I don't face why I do them, I will never find true peace,” Tony returned as he put a few cookies down onto a plate before placing the plate before Clint. “Try this for me would ya? It's made with cake flour, giving it a softer texture.”
Picking up the cookie, he bit into the cookie and hummed in pleasure. “And who told you that?” he asked, raising an eyebrow before looking at the cookie with a pleased look on his face. “Oh, this is a good cookie.”
“Thanks,” Tony hummed, smiling and shrugging one shoulder. “And you don't know her,” he continued, smirking as he made a note on his legal pad, tapping his pen on his lip. “So, you really think that it's good?”
“You know me. I take my sweets very seriously,” Clint snorted, shaking his head with a smirk as he watched Tony start to write out the new recipes that he had figured out in neat handwriting. “Now why is it I don't know them?” he asked, waving a cookie around with a raised eyebrow.
“Because I have never brought her over, that's why.” Tony smirked and wiggled his pen at the other man. “Now, try those will ya? I want to make sure that they're just as good,” he said, pointing to some with white chocolate chunks in them.
Clint hummed softly and reached out, picking up one of the cookies before pulling it to me, biting into it and moaning softly in delight. Tony smirked as the archer grabbed a few more, along with the ones with milk chocolate chunks and others with rum soaked raisins baked in. He got up and moved to grab some vanilla ice cream and milk to go along with the cookies before taking his seat again. “I'm going to regret this come morning, but fuck if it ain't so damn good.”
“Good,” Tony chuckled, shaking his head with a smile. As Clint worked on his goodies, taking his sweet time in eating them, he continued to write out the recipes, pulling out the last batch of cookies from the oven and sliding them onto the cooling rack. He put the rest of the cookies into containers, knowing that they would be gone come the next day, keeping a few for himself in their own container.
“So, who is this person that I've never met?” Clint asked, raising an eyebrow after he finished off his ice cream, leaning forward.
Tony sighed and dug around for some of his soy milk, shaking his head with an amused look on his face. “Because I haven't introduced you to her, that's why,” he stated, pouring the milk into a glass. Once the milk had been poured, he put the carton away and hauled himself up up onto the counter, pulling his own cookie container close. “Only Pepper has ever met her and for good reason.”
“Who is she, Tony? Is she that mysterious Z that you see?” Clint asked, Tony narrowing his eyes. “I was sliding past your room vents when you were talking to them one day.” Not a full lie, but not the full truth either.
Tony huffed. “If you really must know, I have...issues. As if you and everyone else haven't guessed,” he said, playing with a cookie before breaking it and dipping it into his glass of milk. “I decided after the whole Loki shit, I should look for some help. I found Z and set her up to keep it out of the public eye. I didn't want everyone and their mother to see just how fucked up I am.” He shrugged while Clint stared at him.
“But why are you wanting to hide so hard?” Clint asked, Tony sighing softly and looking at him hard. His lips twitched.
“Because no matter what we do when the public isn't looking, we are still heroes to those who watch. We are perfection because no matter what the odds are, we still haul ourselves up and continue to fight until we are either dead or the winners. We can't afford to let them see our cracks, no matter how much they think they know,” Tony told him.
Clint blinked several times at the other male, the words hitting hard before he sighed and reached out to snag one of the containers. “I hate it when you're right,” he sighed, pulling it open and standing up with a grunt. “I need hot chocolate and more ice cream.”
“Get me some ice cream please,” Tony hummed, getting a nod with a smirk before the archer did just that. Once they had hot chocolate and ice cream, the two sat in silence, just eating their treats before he broke the silence once more. “You have a question. I can feel it just twitching to come out. So you might as well ask it,” he drawled as he poured some of the hot chocolate onto his ice cream, crumbling some of the cookies over it.
“You realize that Phil needs to know this right? Just in case some idiot is able to discover that you're seeing a therapist and catches her,” Clint asked, raising an eyebrow at the other man.
Tony snickered and smirked at his friend, denying the fact that there butterflies in his guts that acted up at the concern in Clint's eyes. “If they try, they're likely going to end up with something very sharp shoved somewhere very sensitive,” he drawled, Clint blinking several times. “She's an original field agent for S.H.I.E.L.D. who left because she didn't want to kill any more and went into therapy,” he stated. “She's very good at what she does.”
“Well then, that's good. I'll have to tell Phil still just to warn ya,” Clint stated, waving a spoonful of ice cream at him, getting a roll of eyes as Tony shoved some of his concoction into his mouth with a hum.
“Have fun,” Tony said once he had swallowed his bite, Clint sticking his tongue out as Thor walked into the room, fully dressed in his Asgardian wear. “And where are you heading off to?” he asked.
“I have been called home. I must leave to attend to something important,” Thor said, nodding his head and taking the container of cookies that Tony held out to him. “Thank you. I shall be back tomorrow,” he promised.
“Good luck, Thor, my man,” Clint said, saluting him with his spoon before Thor walked out onto the specialized deck that was used just for landings and take offs. With a flash and a bang, the large God was gone and they were left alone once more. “So, what do you think that was about?” he asked.
“No idea. But I have a feeling we'll learn later,” Tony drawled, turning back to his ice cream. “Wanna watch a movie? Neither of us will be sleeping I have a feeling,” he said, Clint nodding his head. The two moved to the couch and pulled up a movie, neither of them noticing when they crashed out, sprawled on the couch.
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