All Tony could see in his head were images of Clint, that face he loved, that beautiful body, battered and broken and bleeding.
(There may be an epilogue later….we’ll see.)
(Link for chapter 1 is listed below)
Hawkeye58: Two days. Home in two days.
……it had been a week.
Tony was going to lose his mind. He couldn’t remember the last time he had eaten, or slept, but honestly, he was beyond noticing. At some point, he had simply stopped feeling tired and hungry. There was nothing beyond Clint, no feelings but worry, and a horrible sense of panic that he was doing his best to suppress. Lately he had been unable to do nothing but pace, or sit and stare at the wall.
It wasn’t just that Clint wasn’t home. Clint’s missions often ran late, and lots of times, Clint forgot to call. He could be incredibly bad at that, though Tony had scolded him so many times that there were signs of improvement. No. It was that Clint had promised Tony that he would be hearing from Coulson. Coulson was supposed to call Tony to let him know how the mission went. There had been no phone call. That was the main feeling for Tony’s suppressed panic. Coulson was so meticulous, so painstaking about every single detail. The fact that he hadn’t contacted Tony to say that the mission had gone well, that Clint was okay……that was terrifying. Tony had tried to get in touch with Coulson, but with no success. He was completely lost. He hadn’t felt so alone since his parents had died, since he had lost his mother. And he had no idea where to go from here.
It was twelve o’clock on the seventh day (twelve-fourteen, to be precise…..Tony was all too well aware of every minute, every single second, that passed)…..there came a knock at the door. Immediately, his heart was in his throat, and he was across the room without registering a single step, yanking the door open, hoping, hoping, hoping…..
It was Natasha. Of course. Clint didn’t need to knock. Clint had all the keys, knew all the passcodes. Tony should have known. He HAD known….he just hadn’t wanted to admit it to himself. He had wanted too badly for it to be Clint. Instead, it was Tasha.
“What. What do you want.” The words were brusque, a demand.
“Nice to see you too, Stark.”
Tony was in no mood to deal with this. To be hoping for Clint and instead be greeted by Tasha, this woman who had betrayed Clint, hurt him……Tony couldn’t stand that. And then, a horrifying realization set in. Tasha was Clint’s partner. She hadn’t been with him on this mission, but even so. What if she was there with bad news? What if she had been sent in Coulson’s place? What if she was there to tell Tony…..to tell him……
“Is it Clint?”
Tasha looked at him with those blue eyes he had once found so pretty, her brow wrinkling in confusion. “…..Clint?”
Tony didn’t understand the confusion there. What about that question didn’t Natasha understand? Why else would she be here but to give Tony news of Clint? But it couldn’t be bad news, it couldn’t. He had promised to come home. Clint had promised. He promised me.
Hawkeye58: Always gonna keep coming back to you. No one can tell me otherwise.
All Tony could see in his head were images of Clint, that face he loved, that beautiful body, battered and broken and bleeding. He willed them away but he had too strong of an imagination. “Yes, Clint. You remember him? Your Goddamn partner that you fucking backstabbed?!”
Natasha looked completely taken aback at that; she almost looked as if she had been smacked in the face, so great was her surprise.
With every second, Tony’s terror was growing. If Tasha didn’t stop just staring at him and speak up, he was going to hit her for real. He grabbed her shoulders, fingers digging into her flesh. “Natasha. WHY ARE YOU HERE?! Is Clint alright?!” His mind asked the question he couldn’t speak aloud. Is he dead? Is Clint dead?
Tasha stared at him, eyes wide. “Clint’s fine.”
Tony was vaguely aware that Tasha was still speaking, but he didn’t hear it. His legs gave out on him and he collapsed to his knees on the floor. “He’s fine. Clint’s fine.” He spoke the words numbly to himself. Tasha’s voice and words began registering again.
“…pick-up point.” She paused. “…..are you getting any of this?”
“Not at all.”
“There was an explosion.”
Immediately, Tony’s heart leapt back into his throat. “Explosion?! But he’s okay.”
“He’s fine. He was well away from it. But it meant he had to walk to another pick-up point. It took a lot longer.” There was a pause as she simply looked at Tony, taking in the state of him, how drawn his face was from worry, his eyes hollow from lack of sleep, face pale, hair a mess. “…..Coulson didn’t call you at all, did he.” It wasn’t even a question, simply a statement. Tony shook his head. “Bastard,” she muttered.
Tony’s relief was still flooding him, but he was calm enough now that he could feel another emotion: anger. “Yea? Why the hell do you care, anyway?”
Tasha looked taken aback. “….what?”
Tony rose to his feet. “Don’t even pretend you give a damn about Clint.”
“Stark, what the hell are you talking about.”
“Like you don’t know what I mean. You fucking backstabbed him. You wouldn’t have done that if you actually cared about him.”
Tasha stared. “…..have you lost your mind? That was YEARS ago.”
“I don’t fucking care how long ago it was!” It was as if something had broken inside him. Every single thing he had ever thought, ever felt, ever wanted to say to Natasha about what she had done to Clint, how she had hurt him……all of it was spilling forth. The past week had been terrible, complete torture, and now it was all just pouring out of him, that hurt and pain and everything he had ever wanted to speak but had held back in order to spare Clint. He couldn’t do it anymore. Not when he had just been faced all week with the feeling of losing Clint, and was now brought face to face with the woman who had almost ensured that he had never met Clint in the first place. “Do you honestly think that makes one bit of difference?”
“Tony, you need to calm down.” Tasha moved towards him. She was eyeing him as though he were some sort of animal, or crazy person, or a particularly valuable and fragile piece of artwork, something to be handled with great care. “You’ve had a rough week.” She put a hand on his shoulder, trying to guide him toward the couch.
He wrenched away. “Don’t fucking touch me!”
Natasha pulled away, and this time her eyes narrowed. “What the hell is your problem?”
“You! You’re my problem! I don’t have a clue why he still trusts you to have his back. Not one Goddamn clue. You know, it’s one thing for you to sleep with him with no intention of giving him the relationship he wants. It happens. I could understand that. But the fact that you went and USED him, that you framed him for something you did, got him locked up…….I don’t have any idea how you could do it. He was your partner. He trusted you!” Tony slammed a fist into the counter in anger, hard enough that it would surely leave a bruise later, but he didn’t even notice the pain. His rage was boiling over now; he could scarcely even see. “Jesus! Like he hasn’t had enough people hurt him already in his life. You had to add to the list!”
Tasha was glaring now, arms folded across her chest. “Why exactly do you think this is any of your business?”
“BECAUSE I FUCKING LOVE HIM!”
The words exploded forth, a cry of anger and pain, and the silence that followed was practically deafening. Natasha no longer looked angry. It was as if she were seeing Tony for the first time, truly seeing him. The frustration on his face, the anger and almost desperation, the fear he was obviously still feeling for Clint.
“You really do love him,” she said softly. “don’t you.”
The calm quiet of Tasha’s voice seemed to somewhat subside the storm within Tony. “Yes.” He sounded tired…so very tired. It was as if the fight had made the exhaustion of the week finally begin to set in. “More than anything. That man is my entire life. If I lost him….” He shook his head. “I can’t. I can’t.”
Tasha was simply silent, studying Tony. It was clear now, completely clear, just how much Clint meant to Tony. And that was everything.
“……okay.” She said at last.
Tony glanced up at her, his face haggard. He looked as if he had aged five years in the past ten minutes. He needed to sleep. Clint would have a heart attack if he came home to this.
“Okay?” Tony echoed.
She nodded. “I was never certain before just how much you cared for him.”
Tony’s eyes narrowed. “Why would you give a damn.”
“Believe it or not, I care more than you think.”
Tony was clearly unconvinced. Tasha moved to the kitchen area, well aware of Tony’s eyes following her, full of suspicion. She searched the cupboards until she found a glass, filling it with water, and returned to Tony, offering it. “Here. Drink.”
“Because you look like shit and Clint’ll kill me if he comes home to find you like this.”
At that, Tony obeyed with no further objections. That made Tasha smile. Tony really did care. She knew for a fact that he didn’t behave this well for anyone, not even Pepper, who, all things considered, had always done an extremely good job taking care of him. But it seemed that for Clint, Tony was willing to listen up. It was pretty damn cute.
Tasha took the now empty glass and set it on the counter. “Now…..we’re going to talk.”
“Tony, sit down and shut up.”
Amazingly, Tony listened, flopping onto the couch. The only explanation was that he wanted to rest, to try to look better by the time Clint got home. Though he really was looking exhausted. Maybe he had to sit.
Tasha sat down beside him. “Okay. Now listen. I know I fucked up big time with Clint.”
“Gee, you think?”
She ignored Tony’s sarcastic response. “I’m not going to apologize for the fling we had. It was a spur of the moment thing, and we never discussed anything before it happened, never discussed whether or not we wanted a relationship or if it was just sex. Obviously, I wasn’t looking for more than sex, and he was. I’m not going to apologize for that.”
Tony didn’t say anything to that, but he had said initially that he wasn’t really upset about that, that he didn’t blame her, so she wasn’t that surprised. She pressed on.
“But as to what I did……how I betrayed him…..that was the worst mistake I have ever made in my life. I can’t tell you why I did it. I don’t even know why I did it. There aren’t many people I trust, and there is no one I trust as much as Clint. When I did that……when I let Clint take the blame for my betrayal……I could have lost the only real friend I’ve ever had. Luckily, he’s a better man than that. He forgave me. And ever since then, I’ve tried my hardest to make it up to him. I don’t deserve to be his partner; I know that. But I can’t tell you how glad I am. It gives me the chance to look out for him, and to pay him back as best I can.” Natasha looked at Tony. “I’m sorry. It’s the best answer I have. But I’m can’t explain how glad I am that he’s got you.”
Tony looked completely taken aback. “Me?” His voice was filled with surprise.
“You. I could really tell today just how much you love him. He needs that. He deserves it.”
“Yea. He does.” Tony ran his hands through his hair, only messing it up worse. A moment before, Natasha wouldn’t have thought that was possible, but Tony had just proved her wrong. “He deserves everything. The best of everything.”
That made Natasha smile. She watched as Tony rubbed at his eyes. She really needed to get him into bed. Clint was going to flip out when he saw how horrible Tony looked. “Well……I can tell you’re doing your best to give it to him.”
Tony looked up through his fingers, glancing over at her. “…….I really don’t get you.”
He shook his head, leaning back against the couch. “I don’t get how you can be such good friends, then hurt him so bad, and go right back to being friends. This relationship…….it doesn’t make sense to me.”
Tasha gave a little laugh. “Me neither, honestly. If it had happened to me……I don’t know that I’d have been able to forgive the person who did it to me. But like I said…..Clint’s a better man. A much better person than I am. He forgave me. And I know you don’t think so, but I really do care about him. So if he’s willing to forgive me and try again…..I’m definitely going to stay by him. And this time, I’m not doing anything to ruin that friendship.”
“You’d better not.” Tony’s voice was very serious, and Tasha looked his way. His expression was as serious as his voice. “You hurt him again and I’ll kill you.”
Tasha laughed, but there was nothing mean about it. “Yeah? How exactly are you going to manage that.”
“Exactly the same way I’d manage to kill Clint if he ever does any of the stupid shit I always threaten to kill him for.” Tasha waited patiently for the answer. Tony smiled. “……I’ll make it work somehow.”
At that, Tasha burst into full-out laughter, and Tony couldn’t help it. His smile grew as he watched her laugh. It was strange. He never liked having Tasha around. Ever since she had done the undercover job at his place (when he had found her desperately attractive and wanted her in his bed, until he found out her true identity), he had never had more than a vague dislike for her, and once he’d found out what she’d done to Clint, he had full-on hated her. But now…..now he was finding himself strangely beginning to enjoy her company.
His eyelids were so heavy. It had gone beyond a simple struggle to keep them open; it was now a full-out war.
Tasha was watching him. Tony was clearly dead on his feet. She reached out to him, very carefully, not sure if he would let her touch him, and gently stroked his cheek. Amazingly, he didn’t pull away. “You’re exhausted.” She brushed Tony’s messy brown hair back from his forehead. His eyes slipped shut at the touch. It was strangely calming, and he was so very, very tired. “You need to sleep.
“Mm.” The noise was no more than a mumble, but it was clearly a mumble of dissent. “Clint. Gotta wait for Clint.”
“Tony, Clint’s not going to be home until sometime tomorrow.”
Tony let out a little whine of unhappiness that made Natasha smile. “Clint used to make a noise just like that.”
Tony smiled, eyes opening. “Still does. Lemme guess. Afterwards, he warns you if you tell anyone about it, he’ll kill you.”
Tasha laughed. “Yup.”
“Mm.” Tony’s eyes were struggling to close again. Natasha was still gently stroking his hair, subtly trying to coax him to lie down. It seemed to be working. “Then I guess you’re in trouble, Miss Black Widow.”
“Oh, am I?”
“Yea. He finds out, he’s gonna kick your butt.”
That made Tasha laugh again. “Oh? Well, I guess I’d better be ready, then.”
“S’right.” Tony’s words were beginning to slur. Tasha gently stroked his back.
“Come on. We need to get you to bed.”
But it was as if that touch to his back had triggered some button, and whatever had been holding Tony together collapsed. All the tension went out of his body and he sank down on the couch, head winding up in Natasha’s lap. She couldn’t have been more surprised.
“……Tony?” There was no answer. “Tony.” She gently touched his cheek. The only response she got was a tiny little murmur, and then Tony tugged his legs up onto the couch, curling into a tight ball, but he didn’t remove his head from her lap. She had to smile. Only an hour before, they had been screaming at each other. Now, impossibly, it looked as though they were going to be friends. Clint would be so happy.
Clint. Oh God, Clint. What would he think when he came home to this? Natasha stifled a laugh. He wouldn’t be able to believe his eyes.
~*~one day later~*~
Clint nearly fainted with happiness when he reached their house. He had managed to make it through the mission without injury, but being held over a week like this…..and not just a week……a week without any contact with Tony…..all he wanted to do was get inside and pull the man into his arms and not let go of him for the better half of his month off.
He eagerly pushed open the door, stepping into the house. “Tony? Tony, I’m h..” But the words died on his lips. There, in the front sitting room, was Natasha Romanoff, and curled up beside her on the couch was none other than Tony, fast asleep with his head in Natasha’s lap.
Natasha raised a finger to her lips, silently shushing Clint, who was frozen in place, staring at the two of them with wide eyes.
“I’m dreaming, right?” He couldn’t take his eyes off them. Tony had his head in Natasha’s lap, for God’s sake, and he looked so totally and completely at peace. “No…I’m dead. I never made it back from that mission.”
Tasha was glaring daggers at him now, obviously furious that he had ignored her signal to remain quiet. Tony stirred at the sound of Clint’s voice, mumbling, and Tasha’s attention returned to him. She stroked his hair gently, softly whispering “tise, tise,” until he quieted down, settling back into sleep. Then carefully, oh so carefully, Tasha lifted Tony’s head from her lap and slid out from under him, up off the couch, gently setting his head down on a pillow. Tony made a little whine as he was shifted, but he settled down quickly. Tasha moved quickly but silently to Clint’s side, grabbing him by the arm and dragging him down the hallway.
Once they were finally several rooms away, far enough that Tony wouldn’t hear the noise, Tasha released Clint and punched his shoulder.
“What’s wrong with you?”
“What the hell are you talking about?!” Clint gestured towards the hallway down which lay the room where Tony slept. “What’s going on here? Tony sleeping in your lap? What the hell is THAT about?! He can’t STAND you!” Clint stared at Natasha. “What happened.”
“I came by to check in with him about your situation. Turns out that Coulson never called him to tell him what happened.”
Clint stared. “…..he……you mean……..” He couldn’t process the information. “…..Tony didn’t know. He spent a whole week waiting for me, without a clue what happened?”
“……..I’m gonna kill Coulson. I’m gonna KILL him. He couldn’t take five minutes….five fucking minutes? That’s all it would’ve took, just five minutes to call Tony and tell him I was okay.”
Tasha shushed Clint. “Hey…..you’ll wake him up. I only got him to sleep at around 1 pm yesterday. And by the looks of it, he hadn’t slept the entire week you were gone.”
“…..fuck. Fuck. Fucking hell, Coulson.”
“Clint, leave that alone for a while. Just worry about Tony right now.”
Clint shook his head, trying to dispel his anger. “Yeah. Yeah, I know.” He looked at Tasha. “So….you still haven’t really said what happened.”
“Oh.” She smiled. “He yelled at me.”
Clint stared. “…..he…….yelled at you? Tony yelled at you.”
“Yeah. Told me what a shitty friend I am, how I don’t deserve to be your partner, I’m a backstabbing bitch……really let it all go. Seemed like he’d been holding it in a while.”
Clint shook his head, but he couldn’t help a small smile. “Guess he finally snapped.”
“And……that made you guys bond? I don’t get it.”
“Well….” Tasha moved from the room they were in, down the hallway just far enough that she could see Tony, and when she spoke again, her voice was soft so as not to disturb his sleep. “It was the first time we’ve really talked since I was undercover at his place. I haven’t ever really gotten to know him. And for the first time, I really got to see just how much he loves you.” She turned to look at Clint. “Seriously, Barton. Do you have any idea how much this guy loves you?”
Clint had to smile. “Yeah. I do.”
Tasha nodded. “You’d better not screw it up.”
Clint just stared at her. “……are you seriously warning me about screwing up a relationship? You of all people?”
Tasha gave a small smile. “Yes. Because it’s something I know a lot about.”
The words made a lot of sense. But before Clint could respond, Tasha was leaning in, kissing him on the cheek. “I’ll see you at work, Clint.” And with that, she was gone.
Clint quietly returned to the living room. Tony was still sound asleep. Not surprising, if Tasha’s estimate was right and he had indeed not slept in a week. God. He looked terrible. Tony always managed to look cute while asleep, and now was no exception, but he looked tired, so very tired. Clint was positive Tony hadn’t been eating, either. It was clear he’d lost weight.
It was truly amazing how peaceful Tony looked when he had been here with just Natasha. Clint had to smile. If the two could be friends….and it looked like they could…..that would make his life so much easier.
He settled down on the floor beside the couch, wanting to be close to Tony but not disturb him. God. He was so beautiful, even when he looked like hell. Clint couldn’t resist leaning in and giving his forehead a gentle kiss.
Tony stirred in his sleep. “Mm?” The murmur had a tiny question on the end, and Tony shifted, disoriented brown eyes blinking up at Clint.
“Shit. I didn’t want to wake you up.”
Tony took a moment to register what he was seeing. It really wasn’t so surprising. He’d had a whole week of daydreams to taunt him; reality must seem equally false. “Clint!” He threw himself at Clint, clinging as if the entire safety of the world depended on it.
Clint pulled Tony closer, squeezing him tight. “I’m so sorry Tony. I’m so very very sorry.”
“S’not your fault.” Tony’s voice was muffled in Clint’s hair.
“Maybe not. Still…..” Clint’s worries were confirmed; Tony had definitely lost weight. He felt so thin wrapped in Clint’s arms. “……gonna fucking kill Coulson.”
“Oh, good. Can I help?”
Clint laughed, pulling back enough that he could see Tony’s face, could kiss him. “So, what is this. When Nat gets up and moves, you’re all peaceful and sleep through it, but if I kiss you, you wake up immediately?”
“Oh, Tasha!” Tony began looking around. Clint didn’t know whether he should be amused or miffed that Tony had sped right over the question and began looking for Tasha. “She still here?”
“Nah. Left a couple minutes ago.” He flopped onto the couch beside Tony.
“Oh. Okay.” Tony settled back down. Clint stroked his cheek, smiling.
“So……I hear you finally lost it with her.”
“Ah…….yea.” Tony looked somewhat sheepish. “I was just……I was so mad at Coulson, and I wanted to see you, and then she shows up, and I thought……I swear to God, Clint, I thought she was here to tell me you were dead. And when she tried to reassure me…….well, I guess I just snapped. It was the last fucking straw. I couldn’t stand to see her pretending to give a damn. But yea……we…….sorted things out.”
Clint grinned. “And you slept in her lap.”
Tony’s eyes widened. “I did not!”
Oh…..this was an interesting twist. Apparently Tony wasn’t aware of how he’d fallen asleep. “You so totally did. Don’t believe me? Have Jarvis play back the footage. Here. I’ll do it. Jarvis, can you bring up the footage from…..maybe half an hour ago?”
Immediately video popped up of Tony with his head in Natasha’s lap. He flushed bright red. “Fuck. Dammit. I have no memory of that.”
“Heh. Well, she said you were exhausted…..probably just passed out.”
“Yea. Must’ve.” Tony looked at the screen, watching himself sleeping, Tasha stroking his hair. “I really don’t remember any of that. Well….” He paused, considering. “I remember bits. Vague bits. I remember singing. She sang to me in Russian.”
“She SANG to you?!” Clint was dumbfounded. “What the hell! She never sang to ME! Why didn’t she ever sing to ME?!”
Tony grinned. “Heh. Guess I’m just more special.”
“What the hell,” Clint repeated. “What a pain in the ass.”
Tony laughed. “Hey.” He poked Clint. “Why do you care, anyway? You’re not supposed to be jealous about this shit.”
“I’m really not. Just…..I’ve known her how freaking long and I’ve NEVER heard her sing. You two barely ever speak and the day you finally snap and practically take her head off, she sings you freaking lullabies? What the hell.”
“Oi.” Tony poked Clint again. “No wanting Tasha to sing to you. No wanting anything romantical with Tasha.”
“Oh?” Clint arched a brow at Tony. “You saying you and Tasha got all romantical?”
Tony gave Clint a look. “You know what I mean.”
“Oh, do I?” Clint’s hands found Tony’s waist, fingers digging in, tickling ever so slightly. Tony wriggled.
“Yea…you do. Clint, cut it out.”
Laughing, Clint stopped his tickling, tugging Tony into his lap, kissing his cheek. “How about we get you to bed for real? I’m gonna order up some food for you……maybe some soup. We’ll get you in some jammies, get you all comfy, and you can eat something.”
Tony was grinning fit to split his face in two. “You just called them jammies.”
“I did n………okay, shut up.”
Tony just laughed. “That is so damn cute.”
“Told you to shut up.” Clint rose, lifting Tony up with him. Tony made a little noise of surprise as he was scooped up into Clint’s arms, but he happily wrapped his arms around the man and let himself be carried to the bedroom.
“How long are you home for?” Tony asked as he was set down on the bed, watching Clint rifle through the dresser.
“A month. We were given extra time as compensation for the shit that went down on this one.”
“Really?” Tony sounded so ridiculously happy.
Clint smiled. “Really. Arms up.” Tony obliged, and Clint helped him out of his shirt and into his pajama top.
Tony’s hair was much messier after changing shirts. He was smiling, clearly happy with having Clint help him. “So fucking cute.”
“Shut up or I won’t help you with the pants.”
“Brat.” But Tony listened, and, even though Clint knew Tony didn’t need the assistance, he helped Tony change from his slacks into his pajama pants. Anyway, the less Tony moved, the better Clint would feel. Tony needed all the rest he could get.
“Okay. Get in bed.”
“Yes, mom.” Tony crawled beneath the covers, immediately holding out his arms for Clint. “You too?”
“I was going to order you some food.”
“Jarvis can do it. Jarvis?”
“Can you get some food from…..uh…” Tony looked at Clint.
Clint shook his head. “It’s that soup place I order from all the time. Get two, please, potato soup.”
Clint looked at Tony, who gestured again, impatiently waving Clint to come to bed. “See? Jarvis has it covered. Now c’mon.”
Clint sighed, but he was smiling. “Let me at least get in my pajamas.”
“You mean your jammies?” It was impossible to miss the teasing tone in Tony’s voice.
“Sometimes I really hate you.” Clint pulled out a pair of soft and faded green pajamas, quickly changing. “I shouldn’t cuddle you at all.”
“You do not hate me, and you know you wanna cuddle me.”
“Unfortunately you’re right on both counts.” Clint slid into bed beside Tony, holding out his arms. “C’mere.” Tony snuggled right up, head on Clint’s chest. “So…..” He stroked Tony’s hair. “You like Tasha now.”
Tony was silent, and Clint knew that Tony was loathe to admit that he no longer hated Natasha. It was incredibly amusing. “…….she’s still a bitch.”
Clint let out a short burst of laughter. “But you like her, though.”
“……….yea. I might kinda like her.” There was a long, silent pause. “…..shut up.”
Clint grinned, and he leaned in and kissed Tony’s forehead. “Don’t worry. You’re secret’s safe with me.”
“Yea, yea. Shut up.”
Clint chuckled. “I love you.”
“I do. So Goddamn much.” He kissed Tony again. “Rest now. We’ve got a whole month to talk.”
“Good. We can start by planning how to kill Coulson.”
Clint laughed. “That sounds like a great plan to me.”
“Yeah. He’s on my shit list right now.”
“Oh, good. Mine too.” Tony wriggled closer to Clint.
“We’ll sort out the particulars later.” Clint stroked Tony’s hair.
“Mm……sounds good.” Tony yawned. “Love you.” His eyes were drifting shut.
Clint smiled. “I love you, too.”