Absence:
Clint always found himself unable sleep on the nights that Bruce stayed in the lab. It was infuriating; the archer got little sleep to begin with what with missions that required him to stay awake at all hours, alongside the nightmares that plague most, if not all, of the Avengers team. After a few days of allowing Bruce to stay holed away in that godforsaken lab Clint had finally had enough. Storming into the elevator Clint paced in anti-climactic annoyance.
'Couldn't Tony make these damn elevators go just a little bit faster for fuck's sake?' the disgruntled agent thought to himself. The cold metal doors slid open to reveal his boyfriend asleep at one of the seldom used desks in the corner. The other man's normally tense features relaxed under the blissful curtain of sleep.
Suddenly Clint found himself incapable of being upset with Bruce. The man loved his job, it was a trait they shared, so how could Clint possibly be mad while looking into his lovers ease filled face as he slept in an uncomfortable looking desk chair. Instead of trying to relight his fury he turned around. Walked slowly back to the elevator. Climbed inside. Rode back up to their room, and fell asleep.