Author's Note: People wanted a sequel to Why Clint Has Never Tried It On With Natasha and so – here it is! Has some more serious bits in it (we may have to delve into the dark little mind of Clint Barton) but have still aimed for amusement too!
I was going to make this a long one-shot but decided it would be better broken up into lots of little bits. It's pretty much finished so plan on posting a chapter a night since they're all quite short (some are ridiculously short – sorry!). Seven chapters in total.
Warnings: In this story Hawkeye is gay. Although there is not much actual man/man the topic does still play a major part. So be warned – slash, Clint/OC
Disclaimer: Don't have anything to do with Marvel and their wonderful play-land of creations … sigh…
Why Tony Should Not Interfere With Clint's Love Life
Chapter 1
"…of course Pepper… Yes… No… it's on the… yes… I… ask JARVIS. Yes… No… Tomorrow… What do you…Yes… Ok…"
Clint arched an eyebrow across the table at Bruce as Tony sat down opposite him next to the doctor, chatting away on his cell phone. Bruce just returned a smirk, shoving some lunch into his mouth. Clint cast a brief glance at Tony – who showed no signs that the conversation was about to end – and returned his attention to his own lunch.
"…yes. No…. JARVIS will… down in the lab… yes… never! I… Ok, see you when you get back," the cell phone was snapped shut. "I do not know what I would do without that woman."
"Catch an STD?" Clint dead-panned, shoving food into his mouth, but he turned an amused smile to his colleague. Tony pulled a mock-offended face but it turned into a nod.
"She does make me a better man," he conceded with a grin – and a not all that serious tone. "It's a strange thing really. That opposites can attract so much. Don't you agree agent Barton?"
Clint paused, fork half-way towards his open mouth. Arching an eyebrow he turned a suspicious gaze upon Tony's overly innocent expression.
"I guess…" he muttered, eyes narrowing slightly as he shoved his food in his mouth. Tony continued, undeterred.
"After all could you imagine me with another…well… another me? Of course I am one of a kind but..." the billionaire gestured to Clint but looked to Bruce. "Could you imagine having to put up with two moody, quiet, brooding archery types?"
"Eh… No…" Bruce said but it was obviously more just to pacify the other man as he arched an eyebrow at Clint, noticing the archer's shoulders tensing.
"Of course I can't exactly see Barton here settling down with some timid little wall flower either. I…" he blinked rapidly as suddenly the archer in question stood and walked away from the table. "Was it something I said?"
"Not very subtle," Bruce replied. Tony waved a hand dismissively.
"I'll figure out his type. And he'll thank me."