Clint loves action films. Tony loves comedies. Sometimes, they find a good mix. And as always, Tony is extremely bizarre.
Tony Stark/Clint Barton. Established relationship. Drabble.
Clint pushed open the front door. He was exhausted after his mission, which had run a week longer than planned. “Tony?”
“In here,” Tony called. Clint headed towards the sound of his voice, and found Tony in the living room, watching TV.
“Hey.” He leaned in and gave Tony a kiss. “Whatcha watching?” Clint looked up at the screen. There were five men in military garb trekking through the jungle. “Hey!” He looked to Tony, eyes wide. “You’re watching a war film without me? An action film without me?!”
“What?” Tony looked up at Clint. “You were gone! You’ve been gone for two weeks! I got bored! And I told you……spy movies and action movies remind me of you.”
Clint was pouting. “You watched an action movie without me.”
“Oh, shut up. We can watch it again. I don’t mind. It’s really funny.”
“Oh yeah? A funny action movie?” Clint flopped on the couch beside Tony. “Sounds good. What’s it called?” Tony held up the case. “Tropic Thunder,” Clint read aloud. The cover of the case was certainly eye-catching. And bizarre.
“Yea. And it’s HILARIOUS. Hey, hey.” Tony pointed, waving a finger at the screen. “Check out that guy. Doesn’t he look just like me if I were black?” Clint looked at his boyfriend. Tony was grinning, but it was clear that he was completely serious.
Clint just stared at Tony. “……you know, sometimes I worry about you.”