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Avengers Minis	By : Strailo Category: Marvel Verse Movies > Avengers, The Views: 39138 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Avengers nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Title: Happy New Beginnings
Fandom: Avengers
Chapter: 10
Characters: Clint, Tony
Word Count: 1,606
Warnings: none
For: CutsyCat
AN: Oh my! Two more chapters after this! And chapter 12 is happy times. *coos at the readers* Thank you all for reading this fic and supporting me!
It just means so much to me. Hugs and cookies to all~
Enjoy
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Poking at the hologram of a new build, Tony hummed to himself and nibbled at his bottom lip as he frowned, looking between the hologram and the actual item that he was building. “Pull up circuit board C please,” he said absently, staring at the two, using a focusing light to figure out where he had gone. “Ah, there you are. You’re not supposed to be there,” he cooed softly, fixing the wayward line with a bit of twitching, finally able to lay it down fully.
“Some days I wonder why you’re always so intent on building things yourself. Then I remember Hammer Tech,” Clint drawled as he dropped out of the one air duct that was built just for the archer to get in and out as he wanted.
“Don’t make me laugh at that,” Tony drawled as he smirked. Clint snickered and walked around to another one of the computers, pulling up their favorite pizza site to order. “I want lots of cheese and pepperoni, easy on the sauce. Maybe some pineapple. I’m paying this time,” he told the other man as he bent over the circuit board once more. He melted a bit of metal to hold a piece down.
“I can do that,” Clint drawled, putting in their order for the two pizzas, along with breadsticks and something dessert like for later. “So, what are you working on this time?” he asked, looking at the broken down components.
“Finishing the last touches for the prosthetic arms of the new prosethetics line,” Tony said, sitting back and tapping on the hologram to push it back together. “All I have to do it finish putting it together and get it tested before getting it produced,” he drawled as he put the circuit board to the side to set. “I’m just about done actually. Got all the wiring down, just need to set the boards.”
“Sounds good,” Clint said, smiling at Tony. “Come on, let’s head up stairs. You can wash, relax, and hand over your card to pay for dinner.”
“This I can do,” Tony said, nodding his head. He saved the files and closed everything down, locking the door behind them. Using the elevator, they headed upstairs, talking about things that had been going on for the last couple of days.
As they stepped out of the elevator, Clint looked at his friend and raised an eyebrow. “How’s the therapy going for you?” he asked, nudging the other man’s shoulder.
Tony sighed and scratched at his eyebrow, opening the door to his penthouse, letting Clint into it with a smile on his lips. “It’s going well enough I suppose. We’ve worked me down to not wanting to drink as often as I had before I started. She’s also got me into building up a personal gym to kill time in when I’m having bad nights instead of just building,” he admitted, heading for the kitchen and his soap.
Clint watched as Tony turned on the water and grabbed the bar, wetting it down, slathering the foam up and down his arms, working at the grease spots. “That’s good right?” he asked, leaning against the counter.
“Very good. My last physical was a lot better than the one that was before it. I’ve built some good muscle, and the vitamin’s are just slightly altered to help keep me healthy. My diet is actually a lot better now to,” he said, shrugging with look. “Thanks to you and your need to show me easy to make dishes and recipes,” he teased.
“Hey, it’s all good things for you,” Clint said, tilting his head to the side as he relaxed against the counter. Tony hummed and finished washing his arms, rinsing them off under the warm water. Turning off the water, the genius dried his hand on a dish towel before tossing it into a small basket that sat out of the way with other used dish towels and rags. “I take it you’ve been compiling a recipe book again?” he asked.
Tony blushed very slightly as he hunted down his wallet, pulling out the card and holding it out. “Yeah. You’d be a silent writer in this, but I’m doing a lot of the writing and things,” he said, unsurprised that Clint would know about his thing with creating cookbooks for charity.
“You can take my half, give it to the arts programs you know,” Clint drawled, getting a smile from the other man.
“I’ll draw up the contract in the next week, have Pepper witness it for us along with one of the Avenger’s lawyers. I was thinking of doing it under the Avenger’s name tag, have any money not spent on getting it out there and the such to go to charities,” he continued. “Was going to talk with Bruce about some of the recipes that he’s run across, along with Thor and Steve. See if we can’t turn some of those recipes that they know into something people all around can do,” he said, shrugging as he started for his bedroom. “I’m going to go change, maybe take a quick shower.”
“Sounds good. I’ll deal with the pizza boy,” Clint replied, smirking as he watched the other walk, his ass twitching ever so slightly. He could admit that with Tony working out the way he did was good on his body, becoming firmer and stronger. It was rather arousing to say the least and his plans for the night would hopefully lead to them having a good relationship while having plenty of sex.
“Mr. Barton, the pizza boy is waiting on the communal floor,” Jarvis said, drawing Clint from his fantasies of what he wanted to do to the other male. “He has stated that the price is fifty dollars plus change.”
“Sounds about right,” Clint drawled, walking to the elevator and taking it down. He smirked at the pizza boy, handed over the card and let him run it before inputting the passcode. He ignored the fact that they guy was staring at him with awe, just taking the boxes with a smirk. “Thanks,” he drawled, taking the receipt to before leaving. The security guard who had come up with showed the pizza boy out of the room, using the guest elevator while Clint used the main elevator.
Walking back into the room, he chuckled softly, finding Tony walking back out as he dried off his hair, wearing a pair of low slung jeans and a t-shirt. “Good timing. I’m starved,” Tony hummed, sniffing at the boxes before going to grab a bunch of napkins, drinks, and plates for them. “Let’s chow down,” he said, putting everything on the small dining room table that he used most often than not.
“Let’s,” Clint agreed, setting the boxes down before spreading them out. Opening the two pizza boxes, they grabbed slices of their chosen pizza before hunting around in the smaller boxes, finding the breadsticks and garlic sticks that they wanted. Sitting down, the archer bit into his slice and moaned happily, eyes closing. “Oh man. It’s always so damn hot when it arrives.”
“They make it super hot so that when it goes into the boxes and the warmers, it stays nice and hot until it’s ready to be eaten,” Tony said, biting into his own food with a grunt. “It’s damn good. They are some of the best, some of the few still in New York that do brick oven to. And not just shredded, real mozzarella, but sliced to.”
“Yeah, they’re the only people that I will ever pay for extra cheese on,” Clint said, wrapping some of said cheese around his finger. “That reminds me, got a couple orders of their mozzarella sticks,” he said, finding the box and popping it open. “Baked not the fried ones,” he continued, getting a look.
“Good. Their stuff is good even heated up,” Tony drawled, closing that box for the moment. “They’ll make us good snacks later,” he said. “Along with whatever we don’t eat.”
“Sounds good,” Clint said, both of the men digging into their food with gusto, eating two of the rather large slices each along with some of the breadsticks.
“They actually have a deep dish that I would kill for but you can only go in and get it. You can’t have it delivered much less take it out,” Tony said.
“Why not?” Clint asked as they started to clean things up, putting the breadsticks into plastic baggies, Tony putting the boxes of pizza into the refrigerator.
Tony smirked. “It’s about four pounds of pizza and is huge at the best of times. You can take home the leftovers, but not the actual pizza,” he drawled.
Clint blinked several times before smirking. “How about you go out with me to this pizza place? I have tickets to Repo: The Genetic Opera that you like. We can head out for it afterward,” he offered, Tony staring at him. A very light blush spread over the genius’ cheeks as he stared.
“What?”
“Come out on a date with me,” Clint stated, smirking as Tony went even redder. It looked as if the guy wasn’t used to being asked out.
“Alright,” Tony got out finally, making his friend beam and nod.
“Great. Let’s watch some more Netflix,” he said as he tossed the used napkins away. Tony nodded as he absently slid the mozzarella sticks into the refrigerator on top of the pizza. He was still in shock.
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