Chapter 1: Domestic Bliss

Life at Avengers Tower was much the same as it always had been. The team went about their daily lives – training, hanging out, disappearing for a few days at a time for whatever reason, using the information Clint and Pietro had gathered from their mission to hunt down the second bomber and her boss. There was one pretty big change around the place, however: Clint and Pietro's relationship.

Since the team had apparently seen it coming, it wasn't that much to get used to (apart from the near constant PDA that they kept walking in on), but for both of them it was certainly new. Pietro had never had an actual romantic relationship before, never had someone love him the way Clint did, and the whole experience was one that he could hardly believe was real. Clint on the other hand was still slightly baffled by the fact that he now had a boyfriend and a girlfriend, and everything that came along with that. It was working better than he had ever dreamed. Of course, their little three-way romance had led to Pietro and Natasha becoming very good friends, which then inevitably led to them teaming up to tease Clint. He really should have seen that one coming, they both teased him so much on their own, it was only natural. He didn't mind though (in fact he kind of liked it).


It was a beautiful Saturday morning. The sun was out, Clint had a great big mug of coffee, and Pietro was sitting at the kitchen table wearing just his boxers and one of Clint's t-shirts. Clint poured himself a bowl of cereal and joined Pietro, Sam, and Tony at the table. They all sat in silence for a while, Clint smiling fondly at Pietro over the top of his coffee cup, then Pietro stood up and took his dishes to the kitchen. He came back and gave Clint a kiss on the top of the head.

"I'm gonna go shower. Feel free to join me when you're done," he said.

He let his hand brush across Clint's back as he walked away, casting a little smirk back over his shoulder before disappearing down the hall. Evidently he'd sensed Clint gazing at his ass in those slightly too tight boxers.

"That boy has got no shame," Sam chuckled.

"Naw, he just knows he's got a great ass," said Clint. "But yeah, he's got no shame too."

"What is that even like?" Tony asked.

"Huh?"

"Him. I mean... Does he fuck as fast as he does everything else?" said Tony.

Sam choked on his coffee.

"Y'know, actually he doesn't," Clint said casually. "I mean, I bet he could if I asked him to. Might not be able to walk for a week afterward though... still, might be worth it. Thanks for the suggestion, Stark."

Tony only stared at him in surprise for a moment before recovering.

"Don't mention it," he said, taking up the same casual tone as Clint. "If you can't walk right tomorrow morning, I guess I'll know it worked."

"Who said we'd be waiting 'til tonight?" said Clint with a smirk.

"Oh God..." Sam groaned. "I haven't had enough coffee for this conversation..."


It was late afternoon, and Pietro and Clint were supposed to be training. To be fair, they had started out training, but had then inevitably ended up with Clint flat on his back, Pietro straddling him and grinding on him through his sweatpants as they made out.

"Fuckin' ride me already, would ya?" Clint moaned breathlessly.

"You're so impatient," Pietro teased.

"Oh that's rich," said Clint.

Pietro chose that moment to rub his ass against Clint's hard-on, eliciting the most sinful moan.

"Barton? Maximoff?" Bruce's voice echoed through the gym, and a moment later, he appeared around the corner. "Oh Jesus Christ..."

Pietro and Clint both looked up at him, their expressions somewhere between embarrassed, annoyed, and amused.

"You got something to say, Doc?" Clint asked.

"Yeah, Cap wants you guys upstairs, we've got a lead on your bomber friend," said Bruce, awkwardly attempting to look anywhere but at the pair of them.

"Can we finish here first?" said Pietro.

"God, seriously? I have never met anyone so horny," Bruce said exasperatedly.

"We can make it quick," said Clint.

"Whatever. But I'm totally telling Tony that you guys have been screwing on the new gym floor," Bruce called over his shoulder as he walked away.

"Oh, I'm sure he knows," said Clint.

The gym doors swung shut again and Pietro grinned down at him.

"Now, where were we?"

Ten minutes later, they staggered into Steve's office, still sweaty and a little breathless. Steve raised an eyebrow at them but made no comment. Natasha, on the other hand, smirked knowingly from her seat on the edge of Steve's desk.

"Glad you boys could make it," she said.

"It was a close call," said Pietro. "I had to catch a ride."

Clint stifled a laugh.

"Okay, let's get down to business," said Steve quickly, though he looked like he was trying not to grin. "Banner probably already told you that we've got a lead on the bomber."

"Yeah, he did," said Clint. "What've we got on her?"

"One of her colleagues is meeting up with some undercover weapons dealer that Stark's been keeping tabs on for the last few years. I need the three of you to be on the scene, monitoring the situation, maybe stepping in if necessary."

"Where are they meeting?" Pietro asked.

"A nightclub in the center of Manhattan," said Steve. "Our information tells us they're scheduled to meet at eleven forty-five tonight, so I'd recommend getting there around eleven to scope the place out. I've already given Natasha the address. Here are the profiles of the dealer and the bomber's colleague."

He slid a couple files across the desk and Pietro and Clint each picked one up.

"Sounds pretty doable," said Clint. "Anything else?"

"That's it," Steve replied. "Oh, and don't have too much fun tonight. You're on a job, remember."

"Don't worry, Steve, I'll keep these two party animals in line," Natasha teased.