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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: Hidden Toy and Love
Fandom: Avengers
Chapter: 4
Characters: Clint, Natasha, Tony
Word Count: 1340
Warnings: sex toy
AN: I am going to remind people that last Monday and this upcoming Monday will be without updates because I’ll be out of town.

Sorry guys.

But enjoy this story.

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Staring at his friend, Clint pouted, getting a smirk from her in return. “You are of no help,” he whined, Natasha chuckling softly while Tony shook his head, bent over his quiver and fixing some wires within. “And neither are you,” he said, pointing at Tony.

“I know,” Tony drawled, smirking at the archer, Clint rolling his eyes. “Ain’t it great?”

“Why am I hanging out with you now?” Clint asked, pouting at him. Natasha and Tony smirked at him before Tony turned back to the quiver.

“Because your hetero-life partner there hangs out with me and you like my fruit stash,” Tony stated.

Clint hid the bag of dried bananas under one leg while turning to Natasha. “I like his vodka selection.”

“Surrounded by cruel friends,” Clint gasped, flopping back on the couch, Natasha rolling her eyes and eating a blueberry from Tony’s stash. “So…”

“We’re telling you to just suck it up and get laid,” Tony stated, twisting two of the wires together before soldering them back into place. “Phil won’t say no. And he’d most likely keep you in his bed and you’d have a lover for the rest of your life.”

Clint pouted at him and dug out the banana chips once more, chewing on one while thinking. “I have no idea what I should do. I really don’t.” He shifted and looked over at Natasha, the woman raising an eyebrow at him. “Yes, I know what Tony just told me to do, but I’m not sure if that would be a good idea,” he said, shaking his head. “How do I know he’d be receptive? I don’t want something fast and easy.”

Tony and Natasha shared a look before the engineer snorted and put his tools down, turning to their friend. “Look, Clint, you’re an idiot. Has Phil ever once just fucked and left in all of the time that you’ve known him?” he asked.

Clint shook his head and slumped. “But…”

“Clint,” Natasha broke in, “he has kept the dildo that you made and gave to him. And from what you learned, he uses it.” She stood and went to dig out a couple bottles of hard soda and a bottle of regular soda, handing that one to Tony before keeping the hard stuff for herself and Clint. “He won’t say no to trying a relationship with you. And I have a feeling that he won’t let you go.”

“She’s right, you know,” Tony said, opening his soda and tasting it with a hum. “Remind me to hand you money to stock up my fridges, Nat,” he drawled, Natasha smirking at him. “Anyways, Agent Agent won’t say no and if you don’t give it a wack, you will have never known what would have happened. Or could have happened.”

Clint sighed and slumped in his chair. “Alright. Yeah. I guess so,” he mused, taking a swig of his hard soda, Tony turning back to his work on the quiver. Natasha picked up her Starkpad and started to read whatever she had been reading earlier. Clint watched them as he slowly sipped on his soda, thinking about what he wanted to do.

His friends had only told him what he knew already. He should go to Phil and talk with him about what they both wanted from something between them. Phil had proven that he didn’t do short term relationships. He only really did long term, even if the relationship was mostly sexual as proven by a couple of his past relationships.

Hell, he had even had a short fling with Tony and that relationship had been quite monogamous, which was a rarity for Tony himself. Still, it had been mostly sexual between them and they had broken off last year. Ever since then, Phil had been single and apparently using the dildo that Clint had made ever since.

Shifting on the couch, he finished off his drink and dropped it into the trash can that they would empty on the way out. Ever since Tony had gone alcohol free the year before the Avengers had formed, even after the bullshit with Rogers and Barnes, they had made sure that any time they drank, they cleaned up after themselves.

Tony had even created a specialized locking fridge that Friday wouldn’t let him into without them being there.

Shaking his head and getting his brain back onto the topic that he should have been thinking on: What to do with his crush on Phil.

“So you both really think that I need to just suck it up and go jump Phil?” he asked. “Or at least kiss him and figure out what we want?”

Natasha waved her bottle at him, liquid sloshing around in the bottom. “Of course we do. Getting laid will be good. For both of you.”

“If it’ll keep you out of the vents and stop upsetting the vent bots, I’m all for it,” Tony drawled, Clint pouting. “And no, Mr. BonBon does not count. That AI is tweaked and we all know it.”

“I like Mr. BonBon though,” Clint huffed, standing up and slowly stretching before tucking the baggie of banana chips into a pocket. “Alright, I suppose I can do this. Hey, JARVIS, is Phil in his apartment?” he asked.

“Yes, Mr. Barton. He has stated that the only person he would allow to bother him is yourself or Tony,” JARVIS said, Tony lifting his head and staring at one of the cameras.

“Why me now?” he asked, tapping the screwdriver in his hand on the quiver, feeling that his AI was smug.

“I believe he said that if you had gotten tired of listening to Mr. Barton asking about if he should do something about his feelings for Mr. Coulson and had decided to just tie him up like a pretty, pretty present. And you had to tell him where to find Mr. Barton,” JARVIS responded, getting soft snickers from Natasha while Clint blushed bright red.

Tony just gave Clint a considering look before shrugging. “Another hour and I would have done it. We all know that I can move fast when I want to,” he drawled, turning back to the quiver. “Get lost, Barton. Go get laid while I finish with this damn thing.”

Clint groaned and rolled his eyes, leaving the labs and leaving his friends behind. Heading to the floor that he shared with Phil, he walked down the short hall and to Phil’s door. Rocking on his feet, he narrowed his eyes as he stared at the door, hands tucked into his pockets and trying to figure out just what he was going to do once he went inside.

Swallowing and gathering his courage, he lifted his hand and knocked on the door, waiting for it to unlock or be opened, whatever would happen first. Hearing the near silent click, he opened the door and walked in, closing the door behind him before hunting down the other man, finding him in his office.

Staring at Phil, he ran his eyes over the man and how he was dressed. Phil had obviously shed his jacket sometime earlier and rolled his sleeves as he went through paperwork, a small tattoo sitting just above his elbow. Clint knew that it was a small sparrow perched on a small cactus, but didn’t pay much attention to it, coming to a decision.

Phil looked up with a raised eyebrow, blinking when Clint walked around his desk and pushed his chair out to face the man.

Deciding to just go with the flow and find out where he stood with Phil later, Clint bent down and kissed the other man. Phil took a moment to respond, but when he did, Clint moaned and nearly melted into the kiss as the man took over and pulled him into a deeper kiss, coming to his knees before the other man.
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