Tony walked down the hallway, making his way towards his bedroom. He stopped in the middle, feeling his phone vibrate. Looking down, he noticed he received a new message from Bruce.

"Me and the other 3 are at SHIELD, the meeting is almost over, guessing 20 minutes. I suggest you go now so you won't bump into us."

Tony nodded, deciding he wasn't going to take a shower and just get ready and change. He slowly looked up and started walking, only to collide with Clint who just stepped out of the bathroom.

"Oh I'm sorry Cl-" Tony stopped, suddenly blushing at the lack of clothes Clint was wearing. He noticed how low Clint's towel was wrapped around his torso, and he couldn't help but stare at his sculpted abs and hard muscles. If Clint reached the height of Steve and Thor, they could certainly have competition.

"You okay, Tony?" Clint asked, staring at him. Tony nodded, dazed. "I-ill go change now, y-you should too." He explained, showing him the text. Clint nodded and patted Tony on the shoulder, walking towards his room. Tony looked back and sighed.

What the fuck is wrong with me? Tony thought as he headed towards his room.

After his 3 minute shower(which he decided to take when he looked at himself in the mirror) he quickly got changed and met up with Clint In the living room.

Clint looked up from his phone and stared intently at Tony, eyeing how very low his v-neck was. His eyes traveled from his collarbone and down to his trousers, which were a little too tight and clung around Tony's legs perfectly. He looked back up and stared at Tony's hairless fac-

Wait.

"Did you shave?" Clint asked, shocked. He has never seen Tony without facial hair in his entire life, and it startled the man when Tony walked in with that cute, adorable, young looking fa- Okay. Maybe there was a reason Tony never shaved. Looking like that could get him raped, or kidnapped, or simply being hit on by men of all ages. Clint felt bitter at the thought of it, but he couldn't describe why.

Tony nodded. "I thought I'd shave. I just kept it because Steve thought I looked…hot with it." Clint nodded, agreeing. If Steve thought Tony looked hot without the beard he's obviously never seen him without it.

"Ready to go?" Tony asked, grabbing his keys from the counter and pressing the elevator button. Clint nodded, staring at how good Tony's ass looked in those jeans, and how kissable his jaw looked. Clint hummed in response, stepping into the elevator with the other man.

What the hell? Clint thought, seeing he couldn't stop staring at the billionaire.

"Tony, Clint." Phil greeted as he led the two into his office. "I'm surprised. It's the first time Stark has arrived on time. I like the new look."

Tony snorted, plopping down on a seat next to Clint. "So what was the meeting about?"

Phil both handed them a file, containing information and research on hydra. "SHIELD is suspecting Hydra has contained their hands on a newly weapon of mass destruction."

Clint and Tony turned to look at each other, before turning back to the file. "Recently we spotted a member of hydra containing illegal elements of Vibranium." Phil explained, shocking the two.

"H-How?" Tony stuttered. Vibranium was the rare element his late father Howard Stark created, and only he and Steve used it. Steve with his shield, and Tony with his arc reactor. Phil shrugged. "We don't know how they obtained it or why. But we do know it's an element that if gotten in the wrong hands, can cause war."

Tony gulped, and Clint fixed his eyes on the file. "We don't know for sure, it's suspected. We'll look in to it more." Phil said. "You're free to go, the cafeteria is serving coffee and donuts."

Tony quickly ran out the room, yelling a 'Thanks Agent!' over his shoulder. Clint laughed, watching him go. Phil stared at Clint with a knowing glance. Clint stared in confusion at the agent. "Is something wrong, Phil?"

Phil smiled, shaking his head. "You'll realize soon enough, Barton." He said, walking out the room, leaving the confused archer in a daze.

Clint walked into the cafeteria, nodding politely at the agents who greeted him. He looked around and spotted Tony, and chuckled at the sight of Tony devouring on a donut, followed by his large mug of coffee, next to a plate of other donuts.

"That's a lot to eat, Tony." Clint commented, grabbing one. Tony nodded, munching on the pastry.

Tony suddenly felt a flash of sadness, and he slowly finished his donut and sipped on his coffee in silence. Clint noticed, worried. "Are you okay, Tony?"

Tony shook his head, sighing. "It's just… Steve would always scold me for eating too much donuts and coffee. Now that he's gone.. I feel as if I shouldn't be doing this." Clint frowned, grabbing the plate and deciding to eat the rest. "I told you Tony, It's not worth it. He's not worth it."

Tony suddenly let anger over take him as he abruptly got up and stormed out of the room. Clint watched his retreating form with concern, running after him and leaving the plate of donuts.

"Tony!" Clint yelled, running towards him. Tony huffed and walked faster, trying to avoid him. Clint sighed in irritation as he ran faster. "Tony," Clint said, grabbing his wrist. "Tony. Look at me." He pleaded, worried. "What's wrong?" Tony stared ahead, not wanting to look at the man.

"You're what's wrong." He answered. Clint blinked.

"What?" He asked, then froze when a teary eyed Stark looked at him. He was glad that no one was around them.

Tony got out of his grasp and tried to run but Clint grabbed him from the waist and pulled him closer, making Tony look him in the eye. "Tell me, Tony." Clint said, his tone serious.

Tony stared at Clint for awhile, his eyes bloodshot red and whimpering. "Y-You said Steve wasn't worth it… y-you're wrong. H-he was always worth it… But he-he broke my heart.." he confessed, then broke down and let the tears he's been holding roll down his face.

Clint pulled him closer for a hug, wrapping his arms around his waist and resting his chin on his head while Tony sobbed into his chest.

"D-did i have to be a girl to get him to stay? Did I have to have that perfect, curvy body he wanted?" Tony questioned, sobbing harder as he stained the archer's shirt with tears. "I-I thought he'd stay..why did he leave?"

Clint rubbed his back comfortingly, kissing his hair while he held Tony tighter. He waited patiently as Tony's sobs slowly died down, replaced with short gasps and whimpers. Tony sniffed, laying a hand on Clint's arm. "He...he was worth it."

He couldn't help but let tears fall out of his own eyes, because he felt the same way Tony felt.

She was worth it…

Tony and Clint sat in silence in the car, Clint taking the driver's seat and focusing on the road while Tony pressed his cheek to the window, staring at the bypassing scenery.

Clint glanced over at Tony while stopping at a red light. Tony caught him and shifted nervously in his seat. "S-sorry.. Clint …" Tony muttered, startling the other man. "Why are you apologizing?" Clint asked.

Tony sighed. "Because, I got upset over a stupid little thing.. With someone I'm still not yet over…"

Clint stared at him for awhile, nodding. "Okay.." He replied, turning his gaze back on the road. Tony turned back to the window, missing Clint's mischievous grin.

Come on, come on… Clint thought as he impatiently waited for the light to turn gree-

Tony yelped as the car suddenly turned around, making him hit the back of his seat. He stared, horrified at Clint, who only smirked. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING? The tower is that way!" Tony exclaimed, pointing to the opposite direction.

Clint shook his head. "Nope. We're not going to the tower. Not yet." He stated, turning on the GPS.

"Hello, sir." Jarvis said. Clint snorted. "He's a GPS, too?"

Tony nodded slowly, still confused and freaked out. Clint smiled. "Jarvis, do you happen to know the directions to Coney Island?"

Tony's eyes widened.

"WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Clint exclaimed as the rollercoaster reached the top and abruptly went down. Tony laughed, bringing his hands up and feeling the wind in his face.

Tony and Clint screamed in unison as the rollercoaster went in for a loop. Clint was right, the best seat is ALWAYS the front.

The two exited out the ride, laughing and holding their stomachs while one arm slung around each other. "I haven't had that much fun in.. okay, that was the best fun I've had since birth." Tony admitted.

Clint grinned. "Told you. I thought we'd have a bit more fun while we're out, to get our minds off things. And what's better than hanging out in disguises?" He exclaimed, stroking his fake beard.

Tony laughed, tucking a strand of blonde hair behind his ear. It was surprising to know Clint kept a case full of disguises in the trunk, but it was fun nevertheless.

Tony looked at the time on his phone, seeing it read 9:05. He noticed he had 3 unread messages.

"Where are you? - Bruce"

"WHERE HAVE YOU AND FRIEND CLINTON TRAVEL TO? WE ARE MOST WORRIED- Thor"

"Tony I swear I will let Phil taser you while he watches super nanny if you don't text back. - Pepper"

Tony sighed, putting his phone back in his pocket. "We should leave now, it's getting late and the others are worried." Clint's smile fell. "What? Now? The night has just begun!" He exclaimed, making a fit. Tony looked hesitant for a moment.

"Fine. What should we do now?"

Clint smiled, pointing to the Ferris wheel. "Last one to end the night. What do you say?"

Tony was in awe at how pretty the scenery was at night. The lights shone around the whole park, a beautiful view for the perfect night.

Clint leaned back, relaxing as he grinned at how Tony was in awe. They took off their disguises once they got settled in the cart, and Clint couldn't help but look at how different Tony looked. Without the beard he seemed less intimidating, less sarcastic. He liked it.

Tony turned around and flashed a smile. Not a fake smile, not a mischievous smile, but a real smile, one that the press would die to get a snapshot of.

"Thank you." Tony said. "This was… a great day. One of the best. I didn't even think about him the whole day."

Clint smiled, nodding. "I didn't think about her, either. Remember, we'll be alright. Okay?" Tony hummed, suddenly lost in his own thoughts. He stared at Clint for awhile, distracted. Clint stared back, suddenly leaning closer. Tony gulped, closing his eyes. He shivered when he felt Clint lay a hand on his cheek, and he peaked one eye open to see Clint leaning closer and closer until-

Both froze at the Ferris wheel suddenly coming to a halt. Clint and Tony stared at each other, blushing furiously. Clint was the first to back away, muttering an apology while he rubbed the back of his neck. Tony stared at the other direction, hoping the blush didn't travel to his neck.

Clint and Tony waited awkwardly in the elevator, waiting to arrive to their floor. Clint glanced over at Tony who fidgeted nervously in his spot. "Listen.." Clint said. "About earlier, I was caught up in the moment. I'm sorry." Tony looked at him. "N-No, it's fine. I got caught up to. Let's forget about it."

Clint nodded. "Agreed."

The duo walked into their floor, both exhausted from the long day. Clint yawned as he plopped on the couch, closing his eyes as he settled his feet on the coffee table. Tony came to the living room a few minutes later, eyeing a sleeping Clint. He sat beside the man and poked his cheek repeatedly.

"Heavy sleeper." He muttered, sighing when there wasn't an reaction. He slowly turned to grab the remote on the floor when big, strong hands suddenly wrapped around his waist, pulling him.

"WHAT THE-" Tony yelped, then turned angrily to the other man. Clint made an innocent face, looking at him with mischievous but playful eyes. Suddenly Tony smirked as he lifted his hand and poked Clint on the nose, giggling when Clint moved his nose like a rabbit.

The next couple of minutes was met with high pitched squeaks and laughter as both men began poking each other in different places, both realizing the other was ticklish.

"Okay! Okay! Clint.. Stop!" Tony gasped out, a blush coming across his face as he realized the position they were in. Clint frowned, then caught on.

Clint had Tony pinned to the floor, his stomach pressed against the man's thighs to keep him from moving. He used one hand to lock both of Tony's wrists together, while his other was laid across Tony's exposed stomach. Tony's legs were wrapped around the other man's neck, in a rather suggestive position.

"I- Uh- Um.." Clint stuttered, his face reddened. Tony blushed harder, not able to look at the man in the eye. Although either man wouldn't admit to it, they both didn't intend on moving any time soon.

Clint was the first to move, moving his hands from both Tony's wrists and stomach and onto the sides, his palms pressed on either side of the floor as he gently lifted himself off him. Tony slowly unwrapped his legs off the man's neck, and tried to fix his hair.

Clint suddenly felt hot at the sight of Tony beneath him. His hair was disheveled and stuck out in a few places, while sweat dripped down his jaw and onto his neck. He licked his dry lips as he saw Tony squinting his eyes at him, his mouth partly open as he was gasping for air. He looked down and laid his eyes on Tony's flat stomach, beads of sweat dotted around the exposed skin. He looked down even further and noticed Tony had his legs spread open, although the other man didn't seem to notice. He gulped as he eyed the man's body up and down. He's beautiful.. Clint thought. He couldn't help but wanting to lick the trail of sweat down Tony's jaw and unto his neck, kissing down Tony's flat stomach as the man moaned above him. He wanted to cup that perfect ass and run his hands down those amazing thighs as Tony screamed out his-

STOP IT BARTON! Clint mentally scolded himself, shaking his heads to try to get rid of those thoughts. You've already broken up with Natasha. Don't even try to get with Tony.

Suddenly his thoughts were interrupted by a certain billionaire. "Uh, Clint? What are you doing?" Tony asked, wondering why they were still on the floor.

Before Clint had a chance to reply, the elevator dinged.

Phil walked in, his gaze focused on the clipboard he was holding. He looked up and widened his eyes at the sight of the two. Suddenly he smirked, and took some papers from the clipboard and placed it on the counter. He walked away, getting into the elevator without a word. Before the doors closed Phil mouthed to Clint.

'Looks like you realized.'

Hi! C: Well firstly, i just wanted to say thanks to all who has followed this story. And thanks to all who's reviewed, also! I really don't have much to say, other than it was REALLY fun writing the ending to this chapter :D I always think of Tony as the uke no matter what pairing. It's because he has the attitute for the sassy uke, plus i watched iron man 3 like 4 times already and i literally DIED when Tony was whimpering in his sleep from the nightmares. LMAO. anyways, I really hope you all liked this chapter, and stay tune for the next! Please review!