Clint Barton would happily tell you he was odd; he had never quite fit in anywhere. Hell, he had been in a circus and he was part of a team of superfreaks. But even he had to admit, he was in one hell of an odd relationship here.
Ever since that fateful night three weeks ago where he had returned to Stark Tower to find America's golden boy and Stark slashing zombies, he had been caught between a rock and a hard place; or, more specifically, caught between a genetically enhanced superhuman and the genius/billionaire/playboy/philanthropist. He had been fucked by Cap while doing 69 with Tony and it had been fantastic. So what was the problem?
'The problem is that it's fucking weird that half the team is getting off together. Tasha isn't fucking Banner and Thor at the same time, right?' He thought to himself, then immediately cursed himself for thinking about it. He ignored the rush of heat that spiraled down into his lower stomach and decided he would get a beer and try that Dead Space game Cap had gotten a couple days ago. It was supposed to be pretty damn good.
He leapt off the light fixture onto the ground and sauntered into the kitchen, taking the last beer from the fridge and walking into the living room, passing Tony on the way.
"Hey, Hawk. You just get in? Haven't seen you all day," Tony asked, walking right for the refrigerator.
"Nah. Been up high all day and observing. You'd have seen me if you weren't so busy jerking off to gay porn. Should have gotten Cap and given me a show," he paused, setting his beer on the table and waiting for a response. "Tony? You th-"
He had to cut his question short as he was tackled from behind, his hands held together and held to the floor. "You sat on my light fixture all day again, didn't you?"
"If you didn't want anyone to sit on it, why did you make it so flat and easy to access?" Clint asked, irritated. He used the floor as leverage for his feet and twisted up, forcing Tony to either let go or rip Clint's arm out of socket.
Tony let go, taking the beer from the table and frowning at Clint. "You shouldn't do that. I could have just dislocated your damn shoulder."
"Yeah, but you didn't," Clint said easily. He looked closer at Tony, noticing the dark circles around his bloodshot eyes. "Hey, you okay?"
"Yes. No," Tony ran a hand through his already messy hair. "Bruce had an incident yesterday and I had to drop the floor. He's still in the damn containment room. He's back to normal, but whenever I go down to talk to him he changes into the Other Guy."
Clint frowned. "Is he okay?"
Tony sighed. "I think so. Hell, the guy is probably embarrassed. I don't think he quite understands that I don't care when he smashes stuff. Gives me an excuse to build better stuff, ya know?"
Clint nodded. He didn't understand a damn word whenever Tony tried to explain his inventions; he was only slightly better off than Cap when it came to the world of science. He knew, however, that Tony was constantly making new models of everything in order to improve. He frowned. "Want me to talk to him?"
Tony shrugged. "Honestly, I don't know what good it will do. You can try, if you want." He paused, regarding Clint carefully. "You act differently now. You're more social. A month ago you would have stayed up on my damn light all night, to hell with Banner."
Clint shrugged. "Guess I figure I have to be the normal one in this weird relationship."
Tony laughed. "Yeah, we're pretty weird aren't we?" He took a step toward Clint. "Oh, well."
Tony sunk down to his knees and put his hand on the front of Clint's pants, smiling when he heard Clint hiss.
"What are you - Christ, Tony again!" Clint groaned as he felt a mouth outline his growing erection.
Tony unzipped Clint's jeans and pushed them down to his ankles along with his boxers. He licked up the length of it once, smiling at the sharp intake of breath from above him. He then proceeded to swallow the entire length of Clint's prick.
"Fucking hell, Tony, Jesus! Give a guy a little warning, okay?" Clint said weakly, clutching at Tony's hair.
Tony growled around his erection, sending vibrations all through Clint and making him shudder.
"Uh, Tony? Slow down or this is going to be over way too soon," Clint gasped, fighting the coiling heat in his abdomen.
"That's the point, Legolas," Tony mumbled around a mouthful of Clint. "Tryin' to hurry 'fore anyone catches us."
Clint groaned and bucked forward slightly. Tony's eyes lit up and he remained still, looking up at Clint and nodding.
Clint gasped and rocked forward, clenching his hands in Tony's hair and essentially fucking his mouth. He shut his eyes, hoping the lack of one sense would enhance his others. It worked far too well and he quickly opened them again, immediately wishing he hadn't.
He was looking at a very disheveled Tony who's lips were red and wet and wrapped around Clint. His eyes were dark with lust and he had one hand wrapped around his own prick. Groaning, he pressed his hand to the back of Tony's head and rocked forward, spilling into the back of Tony's throat. Tony released him with a pop and jerked his own erection hard and fast, coming into his hand with a loud moan.
"Hell, Tony," Clint gasped. "What was that for?"
Tony grinned, his hair sticking up in every direction and his lips still swollen and red. "Dunno. Bored. Stress relief."
"Right. Well, I suppose I'll go talk to the big guy?" Clint asked, feeling a bit uncomfortable now that it was over.
Tony observed Clint's reaction, raising an eyebrow and nodding slowly. "Okay. Let me know how it goes. I'm going to find Capsicle and make him draw me like one of his French girls. Good luck," he winked at Clint and sauntered out of the room.
Clint shook his head and left, thinking yet again that this was a very weird relationship.
Clint walked into the containment room underneath Tony's lab and sighed. Banner had wrapped a large blanket around himself and sat on the floor, obviously trying to stay up to make sure Tony didn't catch him unaware. He had fallen asleep, though, his head pressed against the wall and his mouth open slightly.
Clint overrided the lock on the door and stepped inside, closing the door behind him and sitting down across from Bruce. He pulled a pack of gum from his pocket and took every wrapper in the pack. Crunching one into a ball, he flicked it across the room, trying to land it in Bruce's mouth. It caught it his hair, though, and Bruce did little more than twitch.
Crunching another wrapper, Clint took a more careful aim and flicked the little ball across the room. It landed in Bruce's mouth, and he awoke, spitting the wrapper out and looking around, confused.
"Hawk? What are you - why are you here?" Bruce asked, rubbing at his eyes.
"Came to get you. It's science fiction night, remember? I picked out a great movie. It's called Sunshine. Wait until you see this guy; he looks exactly like Rogers."
Bruce shook his head. "Think I'll sit this week out, Hawk. I don't think I'm up for it."
Clint stood and walked over to Bruce, sitting down next to him and leaning his head back on the wall. "You know, I threw up on Tasha once?"
Banner looked at Clint curiously. "No, I hadn't heard that. What happened?"
Clint cracked his knuckles and grinned. "Well, we were in Reykjavik trying to find the spy from Ukraine, and we stopped in some dingy restaurant for lunch. I ordered a bad fish- when I say bad, I mean like, really fucking bad- and I got food poisoning. Trouble is, when I'm on a job, I'm ON the job; no stopping for food poisoning. Nat tried to get me to check into some sleezy motel anf sweat it out, but I refused. So we catch this Ukrainian spy and get him loaded up in a heli for transport and I know I'm about to blow chunks. So being the gentleman that I am, I excuse myself and find a nice tree to upchuck on. Right then Tasha comes over and grabs my arm, tries to spin me around to see if I'm okay. Unfortunately I let loose just then and her entire lower half was covered," Clint paused to chuckle. "She punched me and took me to the hospital."
Bruce snorted. "She hit you?"
"Yeah! Hit me in the stomach and said it was to make sure I was done before she let me in her car."
Bruce laughed out loud. "That's great."
Clint grinned. "Yeah, it was pretty funny." Standing up, he offered his hand to Bruce. "I'm not gonna make you come to movie night. I get the whole not wanting to be around people thing. Tony's going out tonight and Tasha is still away. Just you, me and Steve. And popcorn."
Bruce nodded and grabbed Clint's hand. "Alright. Give me half an hour."
Clint nodded and walked out of the containment area, hoping that Thor wouldn't make a surprise appearance.
Clint walked into the living area to find Tony and Steve staring intently at the television.
"Really, guys? The news? What's so interesting?" Clint asked, leaping over the couch and sitting on the floor in front of Steve, who automatically ran his hands through Clint's hair.
"Just watch," Tony said, a look of shock and wonder on his face.
"... and Charles Xavier has revealed that he has an entire school set up for these 'gifted children', claiming that he can help them develop and control their gifts," the blonde on the screen said.
"Oh, jeesh. What is this? Some kind of genius school? Why didn't you go there, Tony?" Clint snorted.
"Hush Clint. Pay attention," Steve whispered.
Clint frowned and turned his attention back to the television, noting when Bruce came in and stiffened at the sight of Tony.
"... There is no word yet of how many of these 'mutants' currently reside in the United States, but there is word that there are more of them all across the globe."
"Mutants? What the hell does that mean?" Clint asked, looking from Tony to Steve.
"They're everywhere. People who can read minds, who can run through walls. They're genetic mutations," Steve whispered.
Clint looked around. "Wait. What does that mean?"
"It means we're not the only team of super freaks anymore," Tony said, his eyes lighting up.
"Boys," Fury's voice sounded over the intercom. "I'm going to need you all to come in."