Authors note: Wow. My very first Clint/Natasha fic! I have more to write so if this good marks i'll post more!
Clint sighed as the rest of the team poured into the living room from the dining room. He had skipped dinner; he didn't have much of an appetite for anything lately. Everybody took their seats. It was just the way it always was. Pepper, Tony, Cap, Nat, Him, Thor, and Bruce in that order in the half circle of couches.
Tony drank a sip of his whiskey, "You know we should play The Game of Truth!"
Everybody laughed.
"NO I'M SERIOUS!" He yelled throwing his hands up, "It builds trust and all that. Plus it's fun." He suggested.
No body felt like arguing with him so they all reluctantly agreed. "Great! I'm starting! Let's go with…" He eyed around the room, "Let's go with Thor first! So Blondie, what's your favorite TV show?"
Thor glanced around the room, Steve shrugged, "Um, The Crocodile Hunter." He answered.
Tony rolled his eyes, "We need tougher questions."
"Okay." Natasha chimed in next to Clint, "Who was your first kiss Tony?"
Everybody starred at the Genius Billionaire Playboy Philanthropist as he went white as a sheet.
"Um, Jackie smith, I think…. Um, I was, like, er, 6." He answered best as he could. He was planning a comeback. "What about you Black Widow, who was your last kiss?"
Clint felt Tasha tense up beside him, he moved his arm to where it was brushing hers and she seemed to calm at his touch. He couldn't see her face because she was glaring at Stark but there was anger in her voice when she answered, "Some guy I had to get information from. I don't even remember his name." She shrugged; Clint chuckled because Stark only managed to piss Nat off.
Tony raised an eyebrow, "Oh yeah, what about you bird brains?" Tony was drunk and not amused.
"What about me?" Barton asked smoothly.
"Who was your last kiss?" Stark slurred.
Clint rolled his eyes. He felt no desire to tell them who his last kiss was because it wasn't their business and he had never wanted to play the game in the first place. "I don't remember." He lied calmly.
Stark was just drunk enough where he didn't believe him, "Liar, you may be a good shot but you need some work with your lying. Who was it?" Stark prodded.
Clint felt like leaving the room but that was unfair to everyone else who had to sit through Starks drunken banter.
"Might as well tell us." Reasoned Steve, "It's not like we are going to use it against you and plus Tony isn't going to let up about it."
Clint was uncomfortable, "Do I really have to say?"
Tony nodded.
"I don't see how this is any of your business." He remarked.
"It's my tower." Stark said, he used that excuse for everything.
"Fine, my last kiss was Agent Natasha Romanov of S.H.I.E.L.D." The assassin almost yelled, his eyes clamped shut. When he opened them everyone was staring at him with disbelief. He hated being the center of attention, he couldn't take it anymore. He pushed himself off of the couch next to Natasha and walked up to his bedroom.
He closed and locked the door behind him before shredding his shirt and falling into the bed. He laid on his back for a while, shutting out the rest of the world. There was a knock at the door at some point but he ignored it. It took a while but eventually Clint managed to fall asleep.