Clint paces the narrow hall outside of Tony's den.

"This is a bad idea. I WILL regret this," he grumbles to the empty hall as his steps slow to a halt. Taking a moment to brace himself before he walks into what he can only assume will be a humiliating whirlwind of degradation in front of Tony Stark, Clint opens the door to the den, ready to make a deal with the devil. Tony casually turns from the fire with a drink in hand as usual. "Robin Hood! Come to share a drink or are you just here to threaten me with you're archery skills again?"

"No, Stark," He hesitates as if forming the next phrase with his lips is a most painful venture, "I need your help." Tony's face settles into the mischievous grin he is most familiar with, "My help? Alright what can I do for you?"

"I'm taking Nat-Agent Rominov dancing as per her request in a few days and I don't actually know how to do that. I just thought, since you seem to do almost nothing but drink and dance you would be able to teach me." Tony contorted his face into a mock wounded expression, "Careful with the attitude, Cupid. I may not help you if you hurt my feelings."

"Will you do it, Stark?"

"of course. Come here," he says downing the rest of his scotch quickly and placing the glass on the mantel above the fireplace, "Now. Take my hand. No the other way. I am going to be the man in this situation so you just follow." Clint wanted to argue but wanted to just get this over as quickly as possible. So he picked up what was left of his pride and let Stark take the lead. Tony dipped and twirled him around the room with remarkable ease. "So this is how you get women to sleep with you, Stark?"

"No Barton, this is how they get me to sleep with them," Tony remarks nonchalantly as he positions Clint into a compromising romantic dip. It would be quite humiliating if anyone were to see them right at that moment.

Natasha makes her way into the den right at that moment. Both Tony and Clint snap their heads in the direction of Natasha's entrance, still locked in their incriminating embrace. "Mr. Stark, you wanted to s-oh. I see. Sorry to interrupt. I'll just leave you two alone," She mutters trying to keep the hysterical amusement from blooming on her face. Turning, she exits quickly.

Clint struggles to be released from Tony's hold. As Clint glares arrows in his direction, Tony just chuckles at the Agent's utter humiliation. Embarrassment and pure loathing fight for control of Clint's dominant emotion as he leaves the room running after Natasha before she can tell everyone in the tower about what had transpired. Tony just poured himself a new glass of scotch and began to dance by himself, a smile still owning his face.