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Stark Tower was illuminated in the night, blaring sounds heard from the television. Clint Barton rested on the couch of the huge living room, watching the television with his bow by his side. A hyper Tony Stark walked into the room, a smile on his face.
"What the heck are you doing here… Is that Twilight?" Tony asked, his brow furrowed in confusion.
Clint jumped, quickly shutting off the TV and glancing back at Tony.
"No! That wasn't Twilight!"
Tony smirked. "Oh really?" He asked the archer. "Jarvis, turn on the tv."
"Yes sir." The AI replied. The television was powered on instantly.
On the screen, was a completely untalented actress in a forest. Tony smirked, recognizing it to be Bella, from the countless times Pepper had forced him to watch the god awful movie series. "I know what you are…" She said, in that monotone voice of hers.
Tony arched a brow, obviously holding back laughter.
Clint quickly jumped up from the couch, his eyes pierced on the screen as if he had a target. He reached for his bow, quickly drawing back the bowstring.
Seeing what Clint was doing, Tony cried out, "Not the TV!"
It was too late. Tony watched in horror as the arrow pierced right through the TV. "You saw nothing." The archer said, lowering his bow.
Tony glanced between Clint and the cracked hundred and ten inch screen. "You're paying for that."
Clint stayed silent, obviously holding back a slight laugh. "Why don't you pay for it? You have money, use it!"
Tony took a seat in the recliner, putting his feet up. "Eh, too much work."
Clint flopped back down on the couch, moaning slightly into a couch pillow. "Lazy ass." His muffled voice came out from the cushions.
Tony immediately crossed his arms like a pissed off child. "I am not a lazy ass! I'll have you know, I'm pretty fit!"
Clint leaned up, sitting normally in the leather couch. "You? Fit? Said the man who hides in armor to fight crime. Look at how well it fared for you, nearly killing you. You call that fit?"
"As a matter of fact." He paused. "Though I suppose you won't be judging me when I kick your ass in that 'armour I hide in'." Tony replied, using air quotes.
"Not likely..." Clint rested his arms behind him on the couch, staring at the sparking TV screen with a satisfied look on his face. He glanced over at Tony for a second and seeing his glare, he smiled. "By the way, I saw you dancing in your room to 'What Does the Fox Say' nice ass popping there, Tony. Going to be the new Miley Cyrus?" Clint chuckled, teasing Tony.
Tony's cheeks flushed red, and his eyes widened. "I won't tell Nat about your love of 'Twilight', if you don't tell Pepper about the dancing. Deal?"
Clint agreed, just as Steve entered the room. "Deal."
"What's a deal?" The super soldier asked, curious.
Tony and Clint exchanged horrified glances before yelling simultaneously, "Nothing!"
Walking out of the room, with an awkward glance to Tony and Steve, Clint stopped mid-way as he heard his phone ringing on the table. Picking it up, Clint sighed and muttered, "Hello?"
"Hey Clint," Natasha greeted from the other end of the call.
Clint smiled. "Hey Nat, what's up?" He asked, slightly wondering why she would call at this time.
"We need you to come in." She informed him, her voice dead serious.
Clint had a confused tone to his voice as his eyes cast at Tony and Steve, before turning his back to them. "We? Nat, what is it?"
"Clint…" The way Natasha said his name made Clint uneasy.
"Nat. Stop holding it off, what's going on?" He had a nervous expression on his face, his heart pounding slightly as he waited for an answer from her.
"Clint, it's Barney." Clint froze.
"Barney? You mean.. my brother Barney?" He hadn't heard or seen his brother in ages, so why was he so important right now?
"Yeah."
Clint sighed, grabbing his bow, while still on the phone. "Alright. I'll be there soon."
He didn't wait for her reply before hanging up the phone.
Looking towards Tony and Steve, he shrugged. "Look's like I got to go. See ya later, Tony Twerk."
"Tony Twerk?" A mixture of anger and shock spread across the billionaire's face. "What the hell Barton? Where are you going?"
Steve just stood there, asking himself, "What's a Twerk?"
Clint needed to get out of that room, and fast. Rushing out the door, he yelled to the billionaire. "Have fun with that, Tony!"
"Oh you get back here twi-hard!" Tony shouted, running after the archer.
Watching the two Avengers run off, Steve shook his head. "Yep, the world's gotten even stranger…"
Adjusting the quiver onto his back, Clint turned around to see himself face to face with Tony.
"Where are you going?" Tony asked.
"Nat called," Clint replied simply, slipping on his boots
"Anything serious?" Tony asked, switching to hero mode. "Cuz I've got mark forty-one all fixed up and ready to go."
Clint simply shook his head. "No. More like family, my brother.. You don't know him."
Tony's eyes widened. "You have a brother!"
Clint nodded, not at all minding the shocked expression that passed over the billionaire's face. "Yeah. Barney Barton.. We grew distant.. I guess."
"Oh. Well…" Tony paused, unsure what to say. "Have a happy reunion then…"
"Happy? Less likely. Barney hates me."
"Oh…" Tony stood there speechless, glancing at the door. "You know what? I should go… I think Steve's calling me…" With that, the genius fled the room.
Clint rolled his tired eyes, putting his hand on the doorknob as he shook his head. "Tony Twerk."
Tony popped his head back in the room long enough to point a finger at Clint and yell a quick, "I heard that!" Before disappearing in the next room again.
Clint shook his head before making his way out of Stark Tower.
Story written by Loki and Hawkeye (Our EPIC Code Names)
Hawkeye: I say, expect the unexpected, and no, this is not a sappy love story! And I was totally not watching Twilight...
Loki: I'm not really in this story... But it's fun writing anyways! Reviews, favourites and follows are DEFINITELY appreciated!