Author's Note: Hi guys, this is another Avengers fic that I made and please review. Please! (I used the magic word, isn't it enough?)

"He's so beautiful and gorgeous and breathtaking and slender and lean and wonderful, and did I mention he looks beautiful? Oh my gosh Clint. Even Thor thought he had some sort of spell cast over him to make him look gorgeous, and-"

"Jane," Clint cut in Jane's ramble. "I love you and all, but please. For the love of all things holy, shut up. Stop fangirling for like…one minute, then I swear you can fangirl all you want."

Jane pouted. "I do not fangirl. It's not like I have a vintage card set of Iron Renegade like Coulson does of Cap. And it's not like I hang posters of Iron Renegade on my bedroom walls so I can stare into those gorgeous dark eyes as I fall to sleep. And it's not like I count his thick, black eye lashes to calm myself when I'm stressed. And it's not like Darcy and I have mini crushes on him. And it's not like-"

"Stop," groaned Clint. "I'm beginning to feel really bad for the captured Iron Renegade."

Jane squealed. "He's a real beauty Clint. Darcy and I stopped by to see him, and he's so charming and headstrong and oh. I think I love him."

Clint looked pleadingly at Jane to shut up, but she continued on. Finally, he got up and held his hands up. "Sorry Jane. I'd love to hear more-really, I'd love to-but I can't. Business and all. Oh, and I think I hear Tasha calling me."

Jane looked bewildered. "Really? I don't, but it might just be because of the-"

Clint ran off. Climbing up one of the vents, he closed his eyes and relaxed. Deep breaths. In, out. In, out. In, out. No more Jane. In, out. No more fangirling. In, out. Blessed silenc-

"Shit," whispered a husky voice. Clint growled under his breath at whirled around to ask who the hell is prowling around in his vents when he pauses. The boy looks familiar. He's probably seventeen, with dark, silky locks, light, caramel skin, and dark eyes framed by thick, long lashes. He's probably the most beautiful male Clint has ever seen. "Craaaap," said the boy again, eyes wide and gorgeous. "Listen whoever you are, I'm really sorry to do this, but I gotta get out of here."

Clint's eyes widened in recognition, but before he could say anything, the boy's nimble, slim fingers pressed hard and long onto his pressure point, taking the tracking device out of his neck and placing it on Clint's. "Really sorry about this," the boy said with a heart breaking smile. "So I guess I owe it to you." With a sardonic smirk and a tip of an imaginary hat, the boy winked. "Tony Stark, a.k.a. Iron Renegade. Nice to meet you."

With that little flair, Tony winked at Clint and held his hands out. In perfect timing, a set of iron hands clasp onto his own. "I bid you adieu," Tony said cheekily before some metal legs latched on to his feet. Laughing melodiously, he flew off, leaving Clint unconscious.

Author's Note: So there you have it folks. Seventeen year old Tony Stark, already rebellious and breaking people's hearts. Oh, btw, this is not a Tony/Clint thing, kk? It's Tony/no one. Yeah. Just a lot of whump, feels, fluff, family, comfort, etc. The next chapter will be longer, I promise. Please, please, please review!