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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: 7
Characters: Clint, Tony,
Word Count: 1,455
Warnings: none
For: CutsyCat
AN: I am so sick. The weather keeps doing a yo-yo thing so I'm landing with colds. Not fun, really. But I'll survive. I think.
Next week we go back to our regularly scheduled story posting. Enjoy.
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“I can not believe that you are taking me to this shindig,” Clint moaned, sighing softly as he fixed his tie. Tony chuckled softly and tugged his own into place, smoothing down his hair as he looked in the small mirror that came with most of his cars. “Don’t just chuckle at me. I’m freaked out about this shit.”
“You’ll do fine, Clint. The hearing aid working for you?” Tony asked as he made sure that he was looking good.
Clint sighed and nodded. “Yeah, it works really good. Are you sure that you’ll be able to get it out tonight?” he asked.
“It’s not that hard, my friend,” Tony said, smiling softly. “The little box will be able to place it and remove it the same way that I put it in this afternoon. I have it if you get any kind of feedback along with your usual one.”
“Thanks,” the other male hummed, smiling before taking a deep breath, readying for the coming party. “How did I let you talk me into this again?”
“Everyone else fucked me over in not wanting to come? Pepper isn’t able to walk on her ankle, Natasha just sneered at me earlier so there is no way I’d ask her. I wouldn’t let Bruce near some of these vultures and Thor is Asgard. As for Steve? I want to kick his ass three-ways to Sunday for fucking up Loki’s recovery. Z is beyond pissed with him as it is and was willing to storm the building to kick Steve’s ass herself,” Tony snorted. “And I wanted a friend who wouldn’t ditch me.”
“Yeah, if I leave this damn thing, I’ll drag you with me,” Clint promised, getting a smirk before climbing out of the car when the door was opened. Tony followed after and they smiled, posing for the cameras before they headed into the charity ball, checks ready to be written and ready for bad food.
It didn’t take Clint long to charm several prominent business men and women into forking over nearly a thousand more than what they were going to donate. It worked for them and made them all very happy with it. Tony watched and kept tabs on him, trying to make sure that no one set off the archer into a paranoid fit, the unfortunate side effect of having PTSD.
They found themselves at a private table, waiting for their chosen dinner while the person talked on stage about what they were forking money over for. The two both knew that most of the money, outside a bit to pay the staff working, would actually go to the hospital that they were there for. It would because Pepper was holding the strings in the background and wouldn’t let it happen any other way.
They quietly discussed all of the politics that went on behind a fund raising ball and how it alway cost whoever was hosting it money. Clint was straightforward in the way he was poking holes into so many of the attendees lives without them knowing that he was. It kept Tony amused and Clint busy, which was good as their vegetarian dishes were put down before them.
They picked at the meal, knowing that it was a lesser evil compared to what else had been offered but they were ready to leave and find a fast food place quickly after the plates had been taken away. Still, they stayed and played nice with people before putting their numbers down on the checks when it came down before finally making their escape.
“Never again shall I deal with that many vapid airheads,” Clint groaned as he flopped back into the seat, Tony smirking as he took the driver’s side seat. His driver was catching a cab back home, having fallen victim to an allergy attack while he had waited.
“Well, just think, this was only because I didn’t have a date but I have to say that you did handle yourself well,” Tony chuckled, getting a groan from his partner. “Come on. Let’s get actual food. What do you want?” he asked, looking to the side as he pulled away from the front of the house.
“Is there a good pizza place running around that’s still open?” Clint asked as he checked the time.
Tony thought for a moment before nodding his head. “Yeah. There’s a twenty-four hour Papa Murphy's that I like,” he said, pulling out onto the street and driving down it with a smirk. “Think about what you want on it, we’ll have Jarvis heat the stove up when we’re almost there, pop it in, and veg out on cheesy movies and beer,” he drawled.
Clint chuckled and nodded his head. “That sounds good. Tell me, how the hell do you deal with all of those idiots?” he asked, rolling his head on the back of the seat and looking towards the other man.
“Carefully,” Tony said after a few minutes. “Very carefully. That room, for all that they were acting polite and were all there for the hospital, was filled with vultures. The moment they scent weakness, it would have been a feeding frenzy. Rumors would have spread, reputations would have been hit hard, and businesses would have been fighting to kill any and all rumor while trying to keep going,” he continued. He frowned slightly.
“Man, when they say that the business world is a dog eat dog world, they weren’t joking,” Clint snorted, shaking his head as Tony maneuvered around traffic.
“It’s not just dog eat dog. It’s dog mauls dog before leaving their still twitching body to the vultures world,” Tony snorted, shaking his head with a frown. “It’s not a pretty world but it’s one that I learned long ago how to maneuver around in. I kind of had to because of dear old dad and all of his need for being in the fucking spot lights. We Starks have to keep up appearances after all.” He snorted in disgust.
“Your dad was an ass,” Clint stated as he kicked his shoes off of his feet and propped the socked limbs up and on the dashboard.
“He was a bad father. He was obsessed with finding Steve and being the best of the best, leaving me and mom to our own devices. It worked since I was able to fuck around all I wanted,” Tony sighed. “It’s only been in the last year or two that I’ve been able to really sit and think about what I want in my life,” he admitted.
“How old are you?” Clint asked, lifting his head with a frown as he gazed at Tony, who shifted in embarrassment.
“Well,” Tony drawled, the other male narrowing his eyes as Tony blushed. “Okay, fuck off. I’m only thirty you bastard,” he grumped, slumping down in his seat. “No, wait, thirty-one. Just turned thirty-one last month,” he said after a moment.
“You’re younger than me?” Clint yelped, staring at his friend. Now that he really looked at him, he could see that the man had a kind of youngish look to his face. His jaw was firm and his body healthy, so it wasn’t a very far stretch to see that he was young but worn by the world around him. “Well fuck.”
“Just how old are you?” Tony asked, looking at the archer as he stopped at a light, Clint humming softly.
“Turned thirty-seven about six months back,” Clint replied, smirking. “So, this makes you just slightly younger than even Nat, huh? Amazing,” he chuckled, getting a groan as they continued on their way to the pizza parlor.
Once there, they ordered their pizzas, left, headed back to the tower, and headed straight for Tony’s penthouse apartment in the tower. As soon as the pizza was stuck in the pre-heated oven, they found comfortable clothes, or in the case of Clint, the stuff that he had stashed, and flopped onto the couch. They pulled up Netflix and talking about what they were going to watch first, finally deciding on an enjoyed martial arts movie so that they could mock the fight scenes.
As soon as the pizza was ready, they paused the movie, grabbed the pizza, cut it into slices, grabbed plates and napkins, and sat back down, digging in as the movie continued to play. All around, to Tony, it was one of the best nights he had in a long, long time. He didn’t know that to Clint, it was one of his best nights to, both men just enjoying having a friend who could understand them.
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