Showing Off: Chapter 3

Clint couldn’t stop glancing around.  The competition was going to start in less than half an hour and there was still no sign of Tony.  He was beginning to feel nervous, and he didn’t like it.  He NEVER got nervous.

Sorry there’s not more description in the actual action department.  I’m not so good at writing action scenes.  Unless they’re sex.  That probably says something about me.  >.>

This is dedicated especially to Backlash and cutsycat, since you two requested this update.^^


It was still early when Clint woke.  Tony’s naked body was sprawled across his; he could feel the soft hairs of Tony’s beard tickling his chest.  He smiled, stroking a hand through that messy brown hair.

At that, Tony stirred, mumbling “wha time izzit?”

Clint glanced at the electric clock on the nightstand.  “….early still.  6.”

Tony groaned, burying his face beneath Clint’s arm, burrowing into the bedsheet.  “Why’re we awake this early?”

Clint chuckled.  “I gotta get an early start.  Get in a bit of practice.”

Tony whined  “Nooooo,” clinging tightly to Clint.  Clint laughed, gently removing Tony’s grip.

“Yeeeessss,” he imitated Tony’s tone of voice, which elicited a pout.  God, that pout was even more adorable right now, with Tony’s eyes still sleepy, his hair messier than usual after a night in bed.  That thought brought back memories of the night before.  Clint had been telling the truth when he said how damn badly Tony’s gun skills had turned him on, and he had gone out of his way to show Tony just exactly how much that was.

Tony was still pouting, but he shifted back ever so slightly, giving Clint the room to sit up.  “Don’t want you to go.”

Clint smiled.  “I know.  And I don’t want to.  But I have to practice.  I gotta win, right?  Need to impress my boyfriend.”

“You don’t need to practice to win.  You’re gonna win.  And you don’t need to do anything to impress me.  You already impress me.”

Clint felt that stupid feeling swelling within him.  It had taken him far too long to figure that feeling out, too many weeks into their relationship before he finally realized what it was.  Love.  He leaned in, hands cupping Tony’s face as he kissed him, soft and deep, the slow press and slide of two mouths that knew each other’s every secret.  He pulled away slowly, foreheads pressed together, smiling at Tony from inches away.  “I love you so much.”

Tony smiled back, that cocky little smile of his.  “I know.”

Laughing, Clint smacked the side of Tony’s head.  “Such an asshole.”

“Oh yea.”  Tony was grinning.

Clint rose from bed, shaking his head.  “Such an asshole,” he repeated, moving to the tiny closet and pulling out some clothes.  Tony watched him from the bed.

“Y’know, as much as I prefer you naked, you’re the only person I know who looks almost as good getting dressed as you do getting naked.”

Clint tugged his shirt on, hair mussed as he emerged through the neckhole, a grin on his face.  “Yeah?”

“Yea.”  Tony smiled at the sight of Clint in his uniform, the image of a perfect SHIELD agent…..and then there was the hair.  He gestured.  “C’mere.”

Clint complied.  “What.”

“Your hair, you dope.”  Tony tugged Clint down onto the bed beside him, running his hands through Clint’s hair until it lay flat.  “There you go.”

Clint gave Tony a kiss.  “Thanks, darlin’.”    He didn’t miss the happy flush that rose to Tony’s face at the use of that endearment.  Another quick kiss and Clint rose, heading for the door.

“Clint.”  The sound of Tony’s voice stopped Clint with his hand on the doorknob, and he turned.  Tony smiled at him from the bed, still naked but for the covers drawn over his lap.  “Kick some ass.”

Clint grinned and gave Tony a salute.  “Yes, sir.”




Clint couldn’t stop glancing around.  The competition was going to start in less than half an hour and there was still no sign of Tony.  He was beginning to feel nervous, and he didn’t like it.  He NEVER got nervous.


Oh.  There he was.  Relieved, Clint turned to the sound of Tony’s voice…..and stopped dead.  There was Tony, hurrying towards him, a huge grin on his face.  But that wasn’t what had caught Clint’s attention.  No.  Tony was wearing a brilliant purple t-shirt, with the words “Clint Barton’s #1 Fan” emblazoned across the chest in huge white letters.

Clint stared.  “…..what the hell are you wearing?”

Tony grinned.  “What….you don’t like it?  Had it made especially for today.  S’why I was late.  Was being printed up, hadn’t arrived yet.”

“You……are an ass.”  It was ridiculously adorable and so dorky.  God.  Clint couldn’t begin to say how much he loved this man.

“Oh yea.”  Tony looked down at his shirt, the big white letters.  Clint Barton’s #1 Fan.  “Is it okay?  I almost wrote #2 fan, since I don’t know if anyone can love you more than you love yourself.”

Clint punched Tony’s shoulder hard, but Tony only laughed.  He glowered.  “Asshole.”

“You love me.”

“I do.  So much.”  God, he wished he could kiss Tony, but this was DEFINITELY not the place.  Not as risky as a public setting where absolutely anyone could see them, but there were lots of people here Clint didn’t know, and he didn’t want to gamble on it.

Tony was looking at Clint, and it was clear from the expression on his face, in his eyes, that he knew exactly what Clint was thinking.  It was even more obvious when, seconds later, Clint felt Tony’s hand take his, giving it the briefest squeeze.  And it was enough.


Clint turned.  There was Coulson striding towards them.  He gave Tony a cursory glance before turning his attention to Clint.  “Are you ready?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good.  Then let’s go.  They’re about ready to start.”

“Yes, sir.”  Coulson headed off.  Clint turned to Tony.  “Well……guess I gotta go.”

“Looks that way.”  Tony took Clint’s hand again.  To anyone else it would look as though they were shaking hands, but Tony was giving Clint’s hand another gentle squeeze, and his thumb gently stroked along the back of Clint’s hand.  He smiled as they parted, and when he spoke, his voice was just loud enough to be heard, just soft enough that no one else could pick up on it.  “Good luck, baby.”


Normally, Clint would’ve jumped.  That was Coulson’s scary tone.  But right now, all he could do was smile at Tony, at that warmth in the man’s eyes.  “Thanks, darlin’.”  And with that he was off, off to join Coulson, off to compete.  Off to win.




Things were going just as planned.  So far, Clint was ridiculously far ahead of all the other competitors in every category.  They hadn’t even gotten to the trick shot category, or free shot, where the competitors could use whatever type of ranged weapons they wanted.  Clint was itching for that one.  He wanted to use his bow more than anything.  And when he could use his bow to do trick shots?  That would be the best of all.

Tony had been making a huge nuisance of himself, but Clint didn’t mind at all…..mainly because of the way Tony was being annoying.  He was making a ridiculous amount of noise, cheering loudly after every shot Clint made, and booing after every competitor went.  And, if Clint wasn’t mistaken, Tony had brought noisemakers.  NOISEMAKERS.  It sounded as though he had more than one, too.  Clint didn’t know how he would’ve swung that, though, unless…..   Unless he gave them out to crowd members.  Clint would bet anything Tony had given noisemakers to other crowd members and, whether by the power of persuasion or by using cold hard cash, gotten them to cheer for Clint.

Clint shook his head in amusement.  What an asshole.

It seemed as though the administration had finally grown tired of Tony’s antics.  Or at least gotten irritated enough to finally do something about it.  The sound of feedback rang through the room as the loudspeaker kicked in.  “We would like to remind everyone to please remain quiet throughout the competition,” the voice said.  “No cheering, no booing, and no heckling.”

“Pbbbbbbbbbbt.”  Someone in the audience blew a raspberry.  It didn’t take a genius to figure out who.  The entire audience began tittering, and it was all Clint could do to stop himself from laughing.  He could feel Coulson’s gaze on him, a look of disapproval, but it did more to help than hinder.

Despite Tony’s loud (and INCREDIBLY mature) objection, his cheers and boos were much more subdued throughout the rest of the competition.  Most likely, he didn’t want to risk getting thrown out.  Tony Stark could talk his way out of most things, but SHIELD didn’t usually put up with his crap.

But nothing could keep Tony quiet when Clint won.  It sounded as though the room erupted, and every single person who Tony had given one of those stupid noisemakers to must have joined in, because the noise was incredible.  Clint didn’t know the last time he had seen Coulson look so disgruntled, but he couldn’t have cared less.  He was grinning so hard that his face hurt.  He searched the audience, looking for Tony, and it wasn’t hard to find him, that speck of bright purple jumping up and down, flailing wildly as he screamed and cheered for Clint.  Clint couldn’t help it.  He pressed a kiss to his palm and then waved to Tony.  He didn’t care who saw.  Having Tony there, supporting him like that, so happy for him…..that meant everything.

Coulson rushed Clint from the room as fast as possible, obviously not enjoying the ruckus, and quickly Clint found himself back on the helicarrier, being shoved down the hallway.  The place was empty.  Everyone was most likely still back at the competition grounds.  Fury had given the crew a break to watch the competition… one was going to be in any rush to return to work.

Then the door burst open and Tony came striding in.

“Tony!”  But Clint didn’t have time to say anything more before Tony was there, pulling him in for a deep, hard kiss.  Clint could barely breathe when they parted.  “….Tony….”

There was an almost manic grin on Tony’s face.  “You did it!”  He looked so ridiculously happy, as if he himself were the one who’d won.  “You won!  I mean, I knew you were gonna, but….baby, I’m so fucking proud of you.”

Clint felt a feeling welling up, a combination of love and pride and happiness.  He felt like he could burst.  “Yeah?”

“God yes.  Clint, you were amazing.  AMAZING.”  Tony kissed Clint again, and this time Clint reciprocated in kind, hands grabbing onto the fabric of that ridiculous purple shirt and pulling Tony closer.

“Hey,” Tony said after a minute, the word muffled against Clint’s mouth.  He pulled away, laughing a little at the whine of disappointment that elicited.  “I have something for you.”

Clint perked up at that.  “Yeah?”

“Yea.”  Tony dug into his back pocket.  “I assumed that they weren’t gonna give you any sort of award for winning, so….” He pulled something out, offering it to Clint.  “….I took the liberty.”

Clint looked at the tiny object lying in the palm of Tony’s hand.  It was a slim hoop, a golden arrow piercing through the center.  He looked up at Tony.  “…is……is that….”

Tony smiled.  “I asked you before if I got to present you with a prize and a kiss, like Robin Hood and Maid Marian.  Well, when Robin Hood wins the competition, the prize is a golden arrow.”

Again, Clint felt that ridiculous flutter of love.  “You…….you’re wonderful.”

Tony just smiled and gestured for Clint to come closer.  “C’mere.”

“Huh?”  Clint was confused, but he complied, stepping in a bit closer.  To his surprise, Tony flipped the item, and he saw that there was a clasp on the back.  “…’s a pin?”

“Yea.”  Tony fastened the pin onto the front of Clint’s uniform.  “I wanted something you could wear on missions.  When it won’t give you away, that is.  I know it’s reflective, and could give away your position if you’re hiding or something.  But maybe you could wear it, sometimes.  Think about me.”

Oh God.  If Clint got any happier, he really would burst.  He pulled Tony closer, kissing him.  “I love you so Goddamn much, you know that?”

“Yea.  I know that.”  Tony kissed Clint again.  “And believe me, the feeling is completely mutual.”

“Better be.”  Clint tugged a lock of brown hair.  “Now…..can we go back to my room?  I have plans.”

“Oh?  Tony arched a brow.  “Plans, huh.”

“Yes.  Plans.  They involve a hot shower, a lot of making out, and cuddling the fuck out of you.”

“Ooh, I like these plans.”
“Mm, I thought you might.”  Clint smiled, running a hand through Tony’s hair, stroking down his cheek.

“Well then…..lead the way, Robin Hood?”

Clint laughed.  “Follow me, Maid Marian.”



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  1. KattyRosie

     /  April 25, 2013

    Awwww!!!! I love it. I especially love the pin.

  2. nisa

     /  April 25, 2013

    so so sweet i love it

  3. Backlash

     /  April 25, 2013

    Oh gosh look it’s my name up there I FEEL SPECIAL X3 *loves you*

    I bursted out laughing at Tony’s shirt. That totally sounds like something he’d do xD And the noisemakers… God I love that man~

    Coulson is like 300% done with their shit xD That man needs a vacation.

    • I’m so glad you liked it, since it was one of your requests! And yea, Coulson needed a vacation like, ten years ago. 😛

  4. Paisley15

     /  April 25, 2013

    THIS IS SO ADORABLE!!!!! *flails wildly* I’m sorry but when Tony gave Clint the pin, all I could think about was the Hunger Games. Amazing job.

    P.S. The terms of endearment were my favorite part.

    • Lol yea, it does sort of look like the pin from Hunger Games, but I didn’t want to do just a plain arrow, so an arrow in a circle was what I chose. Oh well, similarities.
      Yea, Tony calls Clint “baby” and Clint calls Tony “darlin”. Those are their pet names for each other. Tony kind of dies of happiness every time Clint calls him darlin’. I kinda do, too. 🙂

  5. britewing

     /  April 25, 2013

    this was great love it love it love it 🙂

  6. fuzzyelf

     /  April 25, 2013

    I want a T-shirt!!! 😉 This was an awesome chapter. I love the pin. That is so like Tony.

    • Lol I think I need to open a store with stuff from my stories. The Hawkeye hat from ‘Stark With a Drink’, Tony’s ‘Clint Barton’ shirt….

      Glad you liked it!^^

  7. cutsycat

     /  April 26, 2013

    Awww… So Awesome. Though I totally wanted to see the faces of the people Coulson pitted Clint against when they lost. 🙂


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