DELIRIOUS:
Clint hated the Flu, it hurt, it sucked, and it had medicine that made him do stuff that Tony used as blackmail. And this time was no different. Bruce kept using the same medicine, even through Clint kept asking (more like pleading) for him not too. And this is what he gets for not demanding it.
Tony watched in amusement as the residential archer slept on the couch bundled up with blankets, because Natasha made him. The 22 year old (because Tony knew how to hack and found out the kid had joined when he was 16, and had been on for six years, finding Natasha three years ago) was drooling slightly onto the pillow, snuggling up to the warmth of the blanket.
Not to soon the sick assassin woke up, his eyes glazed over, and him not really there. This was the time Tony liked the best. Holding up a Stark-phone and pressing record, Tony started his questioning.
"Hey Clint, who do you like the best?" Tony asked.
"I 'li'e 'Tashy." Clint slurred, curling up in the blanket further.
"Why do you like Natasha?" Tony asked, zooming in on the SHIELD agent.
"'Cause she li'es me. An' she doesn' h'rt m'." The Clint said, yawning lowly. "She's nice, but doesn' li'e...like pe'ple knowin' it."
"What do you think about Caption America?" Tony asked, he was defiantly showing this to the rest of them.
"He's a'right. I thin' he's pretty coo'. He helps 'Tashy, so he's nice." Clint yawned again, this time it looked like a kitten, which was adorable, but the billion wouldn't tell anyone that.
"What about Bruce Banner?"
"He can turn g'een. And he 'mashes thin's. It's fun to look at." The dirty blonde man sneezed and looked abit thrown off.
"And Thor?"
"H's loud. An' li'es 'tarts. I li'e 'tarts, ev'yone li'es 'tartes." Clint nodded as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, and should be known through out the world.
"And Iron-man?" Tony had to put himself in too.
" 'gots a man in him. I li'e the man too. The man glows and i's cool." Tony was taken aback by this, apperantly the archer thought he was cool.
"What about Hawkeye?" Tony said, just for kicks.
"I li'e him, h's sad dough. Pe'ple don' thin' abou' him. He is deaf an' pow'rles an' li'bility." The archer said sadly. "'M cold." Wow way to change subject.
"What about Fury?" Tony asked.
"H' doesn' tr's' me. O'ly Coulson trus' me. Couls' 'm fr'end. I li'e Couls'." Barton said.
"You should get some sleep." Tony finally said, and the archer was out like a light.
Tony showed the rest of the team the video while Clint was sleeping peacefully, unaware of the video.
"Who knew Barton was deaf." Steve said.
"I did." Natasha said, looking sadly at her partner assassin. "And next time he gets the flu, I'm taking out his hearing aids, so you don't do this to him again."
THE END
A/N: Cheap, sappy, written middle of night, probably half delirious myself, review, fav, follow, whateves, and hope it was something.