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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: 8
Characters: Tony, Cling
Word Count: 1425
Warnings: none
For: CutsyCat
AN: Here, have some domestic fluff!
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Groaning as he flopped back onto his couch, Tony groaned when he found himself looking at the highly amused Clint. The archer had started to hide out randomly in his penthouse after the party, and he didn’t really mind. It was nice to know that there was someone there who wasn’t going to dig around in his stuff and try to get into his head.
He still didn’t trust Natasha to sit in his apartment on her own since she kept trying to get into his files.
Sighing, he groaned and just rolled over onto his stomach, feeling his muscles pull and dug. “Did Steve put you through the ringer today?” Clint asked, Tony flipping him off as he continued to groan, much to his friends amusement.
“Fuck off,” Tony groaned, lifting his head and glaring at Clint before letting it drop back down onto the pillow before him once more. “I can’t believe that I have to deal with this shit.”
“Why is it he’s so damn intent on you knowing hand to hand?” Clint asked as he turned back to his book, feet kicked up on an ottoman. Tony snorted.
“Who knows with him,” he sighed as he flipped back over onto his back. “I just know that once a week, he drags me to the gym and kicks my ass all over the place. It’s annoying to say the least and drives me up a goddamn wall,” he said, arm falling over his eyes. “And he’s gotten really prissy about something or another, and I have no fucking clue as to why.”
“I’m thinkin’ that it might be from the sightings of the Winter Soldier by the baby agents,” Clint mused as he flipped a page before sticking his bookmark into place. Putting the book down to the side, he looked at the tired Tony and snorted softly. “Go take a hot bath. By the time you get out, I’ll have something light and delicious to eat before you crash out.”
“You are a god,” Tony sighed as he hauled himself up off the couch with a groan. He could feel his muscles complain, reminding him of when he had dealt with learning the suit and how heavy it was even with the specialized repulsors that kept most of the weight off of him. That hadn’t been fun, but this was far beyond that. Steve had something going on in his head and Tony didn’t want to deal with him while he was thinking so damn hard. “Tell Thor that Loki was heading for the roof to meditate will ya? I ran across him on the way back.”
Clint waved and stood up to grab the inter-house phone that they had set up for the brothers. Jarvis still spooked Loki slightly but he was getting better. But he still jumped and sometimes had flashbacks if the AI just spoke up without Loki calling for him. “Yeah, not a problem,” he called as Tony disappeared into the bedroom. Smiling, he called Thor and told him where he could find his wayward brother.
He had gotten along with the young God, having learned about his history and his loss at the time that he had fucked up. They had sat down one day and just talked over a few bottles of vodka, both of them waking up the next day with migraines and stumbling to their respective beds.
Or at least that’s what he had planned if he hadn’t run into Tony, who had taken one look at him, dragged him back to the penthouse and shoved him into the squishy quest bed. He had found himself plied with water, various sports drinks that had been watered down, and light, easy to eat food. It had left Clint feeling warm and very surprised at just how caring Tony could be since they had never really seen that side of him.
Pepper had just smirked at him knowingly when he had talked to her about it but had said nothing.
Chuckling to himself as he put the phone back onto its cradle, he headed into the kitchen and found that it had been restocked. Clint had to smile and shake his head as he started to dig around in the large chest freezer, looking through what Tony had stocked. Ever since they had moved in with him into his building, the genius had made sure that his freezer at the least had a large stock of meats for their dinners.
But after he and Clint had started to hang out together, Tony had made sure that his kitchen was well stocked period. Which was a good thing considering they tended to eat together more often than not. Either in Tony’s penthouse or Clint’s apartment in the floor below. It was nice to know that he could just stroll into Tony’s place and find everything he would need to make them both something to eat without worry.
Pulling out some meat that he was planning on thinly cutting and some thin cut fries, Clint hummed to himself and started to move around the kitchen with a familiar ease. He set the meat to defrost in the machine that Tony had built and was using one of the branches of his business to get it out there to restaurants and schools that could use it.
Clint just liked the fact that he didn’t need to worry about waiting for their meat to defrost or having to use the microwave.
While the meat defrosted, he smiled at the fact that Tony had gotten the air fryer working again and set enough fries for both of them to cooking. The defroster dinged at him and he grabbed the meat, sticking it into a pan along with some spices and stirred it around, starting a basic carne asada. He kept an ear out for when Tony came out of the bathroom as he watched the meat cook, not wanting to overcook it and knowing the air-fryer would keep the fries hot.
He smirked when soft footsteps were proceeded by words. “I’m smelling fries and spicy meat. Are we having bastardized carne asada?” Tony asked as he walked out of the bedroom.
His hair was wet and fell around his face in a mess. He wore loose sweatpants and a loose t-shirt, the arc reactor glowing very lightly through the material of it. Clint just shook his head and pointed to the cabinet that held the dishes.
“Grab the plates would ya? You want anything else on this thing?” Clint asked, Tony shaking his head as he pulled down the requested plates along with a rather large platter.
“Nah, this is good,” Tony promised, putting plates and platter on the counter. “We eating before the tv today?” he asked.
“Yep. Netflix just rotated some of their movies onto streaming, so we get to hit that up,” he drawled. “I think both of us can do with some flavored water today,” Clint said, Tony nodding and pulling two bottles from the fridge. He put the bottles onto coasters on the coffee table before flipping on the TV and connecting to Netflix, letting it load.
While Tony was doing that, Clint was pulling out the fries and placing them on the two plates and the platter before topping each of them with the meat, being even about it. Tony came back in and hummed in delight.
“Grab the silverware and something to dish the food with after we’re done,” Clint instructed, Tony pouting at the other but doing what he had told him to do. They sat, found a movie, and dug in as they watched, Tony leaning slightly into the archer.
After they had finished with dinner, Clint found himself being using as a body pillow, blinking down at the man before he huffed in amusement. Tony just mumbled something and shifted against the archer, making him happy that the couch was so big and comfortable. Reaching up, he dragged the blanket that was tucked away in a hanging couch basket on the back over their bodies and settled in with the remote in hand.
He didn’t mind being using as a body pillow for the sleeping Tony. He was warm and a good weight against him. Clint idly made plans on what he was going to do in the long run though when it came to the man lying against him. He smirked as he decided to just go with the flow.
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