AN - This is just a fun, unedited one shot that was inspired by an item of clothing I saw online. Hope it makes you smile :)
"You gonna get him a what?" Tony smirked, nursing a coffee in the kitchenette of the Avengers tower communal floor.
Natasha leant over across the island
"Shut up Stark!"
"What, it's funny!"
"Stop moving your lips so much!"
"What?!" Tony exclaimed. Natasha looked furtively across the room to where Clint was sitting eating his breakfast.
"Hey guys!" Bruce wandered over "what's going on?"
Natasha looked round at Clint, then hissed through tight lips
"I'm attempting to discuss with Stark what I should get Clint for his birthday."
"Oh, is it coming up, I hadn't even realised." Bruce responded, glancing over at the archer. "wait, what do you mean, attempting?"
"Clint will hear!" Natasha looked up at Tony pointedly. Tony shrugged and took another swig of coffee.
"He won't, he's way over there!" Bruce exclaimed.
"Ok, he'll see!"
"See?"
"Yeah, exactly what I thought!" Tony piped up. Natasha gave him a look.
"You know how he damaged his hearing a while ago?"
"Yeah, and he had corrective surgery, I remember." Bruce nodded
"Do you really think he coped with not being able to hear?"
"Well, that's what you spy types do isn't it? You learn to deal with it?" Tony asked
Natasha snorted.
"No, he's impatient at the best of times, he-"
"Hi guys!" Steve emerged from the lift, sweaty from his run
"Hey man!" Tony greeted him "how far did you run today?"
Steve shook his head "I really wasn't counting, that's not why I run."
Thor wandered in the huge room through the balcony where he had spent a few hours that morning observing the city emerging through the fog. He went to sit next to Clint.
"Barton."
"Hey Thor."
"What are they discussing?"
"Um..." Clint squinted at the group
"Anyway, I was saying that I was thinking about getting Clint a hawk onesie as a jokey present for his birth-" Natasha stopped, and turned her head to stare at Clint, who was repeating what she was saying to an amused Thor. She scowled.
"That's what is was trying to tell you, he taught himself how to lip read!" She growled at Stark, who was choking on his coffee.
"No conversation is private!" Clint grinned "a onesie sounds great! I'm a medium size!"
Natasha groaned inwardly.
"Back to plan a." She thought to herself "just get him a new quiver. It's easier."