Sometimes the tiniest errors can cause the biggest problems.
Established relationship, Tony Stark/Clint Barton. First chapter in text format, second in story format.
*** “Safety First” comes prior to this one.***
I know I should be finishing some of these other ones before posting new ones, but whatever. There’s just waaaaay too many first chapters piling up.
Stark1: So Clint……if you hear on the news about a building blowing up……no need to get worried, okay?
Hawkeye58: ……………….um. Okay…..not worried…
…why should I not be worried?
Stark1: Cuz it’s no big deal. Gross exaggeration. It’s really only about HALF the building.
Hawkeye58: Oh. Is that all. What the hell did you do?
Stark1: ………..nothing. Just a few miscalculations. Don’t worry. No one else was in the building.
Hawkeye58: Yeah. Else. I don’t care about else. Where were YOU? You out now?
Stark1: Yea. I was there. Out now.
Hawkeye58: And you’re okay? Seriously okay? Don’t lie to me or I’ll kick your ass myself
Stark1: Yea. There’s um……………stuff. Hah. Probably would’ve been pretty funny to see. But I think the security cameras were destroyed in the fire.
Hawkeye58: What the hell is stuff? What do you mean ‘stuff’? Which building was it?
Stark1: ……you know……stuff. And it was one of the older labs. Don’t think you’ve ever been there. Don’t think you ever will now heh
Hawkeye58: No. I don’t know ‘stuff’. ……but you’re okay.
Stark1: ………..define “okay”
Hawkeye58: Everything’s intact. No serious breaks or burns.
Stark1: ………………..then no. But seriously, it’s fine. I’m fine.
Hawkeye58: Fuck! No. You cannot be not okay and fine at the same time! Where are you? Hospital? Tell me you’re being taken care of.
Stark1: Yes, yes, they’re taking care of me. Keep trying to take my phone away, too. Something about interference with the hospital machines.
Hawkeye58: Fuck. Seriously?
……I mean, is that true? Should you not have it? I don’t want anything to go wrong.
Stark1: No, fuck that shit. They already took it away for x-rays. They’re not getting it again.
Hawkeye58: What….how bad? They’re taking care of you, right? They better be taking care of you, right?
Stark1: Yes! I told you, they’re taking care of me. Fucking persistent bastards.
Hawkeye58: GOOD hospital? ….Tony. The FUCK kind of miscalculation does THAT?
Stark1: …….a really really stupid one. This is gonna go alongside you getting hit by a car on the list of things we don’t share with people.
Hawkeye58: ………hahaha. Fucking ass. God damn I hate you. Where are you? I need to see if you’re okay, then kill you for making me worry.
Stark1: ……..I don’t really feel much like getting killed. Been through enough today.
Hawkeye58: Too bad. I decide that. Where are you?
Stark1: ………..if I don’t tell you, you get to decide nothing.
Hawkeye58: I’ll find out eventually. Don’t make me take the hard way.
Stark1: ………….where are you right now?
Hawkeye58: What’s that matter? That doesn’t matter.
Stark1: Just wondering how far away you are.
Hawkeye58: It doesn’t matter, though. I’m coming to see you one way or another.
Stark1: …………….well……………….if I tell you, will you make them let me go home tonight?
Hawkeye58: ……I’ll see what I can do. Kind of depends how bad you are. If it’s bad burns you need to be monitored.
Stark1: ……………………………..I’ll be home with you.
Hawkeye58: Tony……outside of field dressing wounds I don’t really…….I’ll see what I can do. Jarvis can help, right?
Stark1: It’s okay. It’s fine. I’ll behave. But will you stay with me?
Hawkeye58: Did that blast damage your head? Of course I’m gonna stay with you. That’s not even up for debate.
Stark1: Heh. Well, they said there was no real damage to my head, so no. Good. Thanks.
Hawkeye58: Yeah good…….so. Really. How bad is it.
Stark1: Uh……..well, the blast sorta threw me through a window.
Stark1: ………amongst other things.
Hawkeye58: List the breaks and fractures.
Stark1: …………….do I have to?
Hawkeye58: No. But then you set the standard.
……collar bone. Coupla ribs. Sprained wrist. Burns. There. Happy?
Hawkeye58: No. Well. Glad you told me……even if it was just so I wouldn’t be able to keep crap from you. But not glad you’re hurt. No internal bleeding?
Stark1: Don’t think so. No one seems to be flipping out, anyway.
Hawkeye58: Okay. Okay good.
…..sorry. I just. Yeah. And you’re okay?
Stark1: …yea. I mean…..not in great shape, obviously heh. But I’m okay.
Hawkeye58: Okay. Fuck, Tony……you’re not allowed to get mad when I worry about you doing stuff.
Stark1: What? Why?
Hawkeye58: Because you blew yourself up!
Stark1: I did not! I blew up a BUILDING.
Hawkeye58: And then said building kicked your ass.
Hawkeye58: Well, it did. I can’t even avenge you or whatever. It’s a building. It won’t care.
Stark1: …..it’s also pretty much decimated.
Hawkeye58: I could decimate the other half but I’m pretty sure I’LL get in trouble for it.
Stark1: Haha yea probably.
……..my shoulder’s getting REALLY purple.
Hawkeye58: Yeah. Not surprising. Have someone check it, though.
*few minutes later*
Stark1: Okay, that plan sucked. Now they wanna take me for a CAT scan and they’re taking my phone away again.
Hawkeye58: What? It’s that bad? Where are you? You never said. What do they think is wrong?
Stark1: Nothing. Don’t think anything. Just wanna take a look at it.
Hawkeye58: Okay…..well. Let them look. Why aren’t you telling me where you are?
Stark1: Cuz I don’t want you coming down and freaking out. Dammit. Fine. It’s that one…..fuck. Can’t remember the name. Just downtown from Stark Tower.
Hawkeye58: Shut up. I don’t freak out. Okay. How long did they say they wanted to keep you? When are they doing the scan?
Stark1: Right now. Immediately. Fucking nurse trying to pry the phone out of my hands.
Hawkeye58: Ha. Well. You do that. I gotta catch a flight.
Stark1: Clint. Hurry?
Hawkeye58: Am. I am. You okay? Tell them. You tell them if they do anything unnecessary no one will be happy. I love you, okay?
Stark1: I love you too.