Disclaimer: Marvel owns all these guys.

Warnings: Shameless fluff, sex, language, angst

A.N.: We read about how Clint made himself deaf with a sonic arrow in the comics, and decided to write a fic about that. Clint is self-conscious about being deaf, and we would like to take this moment to point out that we are Deaf positive. Part of the point of this fic is Clint learning to accept his deafness and figure out that it isn't something "wrong" that needs to be fixed.

Important note: All ASL will be written in italics with English grammar. Only one of us knows ASL (said one being hard of hearing) and it's confusing to write in gloss (written English with ASL grammar), and difficult for most (hearing) people to understand.

Sounds of Silence

Clint woke up with a yawn, reaching to Thor's bedside table to grab his hearing aids. Making himself deaf with that sonic arrow had seemed like such a great idea at the time, but he was getting kind of tired of hiding it from the Avengers. It had taken ages for him to get up the courage to tell his new bed partner, but Thor hadn't thought it was a big deal. He had poked curiously at Clint's hearing aids, but had also reminded the archer that being deaf wasn't a horrible thing.

Something felt wrong on the bedside table. Clint opened his eyes and looked over at it, looking for his hearing aids. "Fuck!" he yelled, though he couldn't hear himself.

Thor blinked awake, propping himself up on an elbow and looking over. Uh-oh. That was Mjolnir on Clint's half of the bedside table. Biting his lip in hope that the area under his hammer would be empty, he lifted it by the handle. In the space where it had been… were tiny, pulverized bits of electronic.

"Thor!" Clint yelled, looking angrily at his boyfriend. "What the fuck am I supposed to do? I can't hear anything without those! They are crazy loud and come from some weird place in fucking Germany that Fury found. And he won't be happy about having to buy more, they're hella expensive!"

A remorseful look crossed Thor's face, and he began to apologize profusely. Well, Clint assumed he was apologizing. "I can't hear you, Thor. And, no, I don't read goddamn lips. Fuck." He stood up and dug some of his clothes out of Thor's drawer. "I'm going to talk to Tony, see if he can make me a replacement."

Once he had on jeans, Clint stalked out of the apartment, taking the elevator up to the penthouse.

Thor watched the archer leave with an expression that conveyed an immense apology, and a bit of hurt at the harsh manner in which he was spoken to. "Clint, wait," he called out, setting Mjolnir down on the bed and springing up to his feet. The god rushed towards the dresser to pull out a pair of his own jeans, struggling into them. But by the time he was halfway dressed, his boyfriend was long gone. Thor sighed and stared at the doorway, wondering whether he should follow.

Clint banged on Tony's door a couple times before walking in; it wasn't like he had a way to know if the billionaire invited him in. "Hey, Tony, I need your… shit. Sorry," he said, blushing a little as he saw Pepper sticking her head out from under the sheets cautiously. "Um, my hearing aids broke. Well, Thor broke them. Anyway, I'm totally fucked. Can't hear a damn thing." He was enunciating carefully, having to think about forming his words since he had no audio feedback loop to make sure everything was coming out right.

Tony sat up immediately when he heard the door open, ready to beat the hell out of the person who had dared burst in. When he saw Clint standing there, he narrowed his eyes and scowled, ready to rip the archer apart for coming into his space uninvited. Tony hated that, because it often meant that his important work was interrupted. He wasn't working this time, but he had been doing something equally as important. "What the hell do you want, Clint? Can't you see I'm..." Tony stopped trying to speak to his teammate and cocked his head curiously. Clint hadn't seemed to be recognizing anything he'd just said, as the assassin was continuing to speak over him in a strange, stiff voice. When he finally heard the issue, Tony nodded in understanding "Yeah, I can start working on more for you later and..." He stopped again when he realized Clint couldn't hear him. Snorting a bit in annoyance, he reached over to the bedside table to pick up his tablet, and quickly typed something onto it with deft fingers. When he was finished, he held it up so Clint could read: 'I'll make you replacements later.'

"Thanks," Clint said quietly, glad that Tony wasn't immediately snapping at him for not having told any of the Avengers (well, other than Thor). "I'm really sorry, Thor put his hammer on them last night…" He sighed, shrugging at Tony. "Any chance you know ASL? I'm fluent and that would be easier…"

Tony rolled his eyes and smirked a bit. Of course Thor would break them; Thor broke almost everything. When Clint asked him if he knew sign language, Tony shook his head, answering the question in a negative, and started typing again. Once his fingers had stopped their movement over the touch screen, he held it up again. 'But I will learn.' And he would learn very quickly. Tony's brain was like a sponge, and he absorbed new information, such as languages, very effectively. He knew that Clint knew this.

"Awesome. You'll learn faster than anyone. Well, Banner might be able to match you…" Clint trailed off as he felt himself speaking too fast, knowing that his words were probably slurring together. He hoped he was still intelligible. "What should I do now?"

Tony's lips curled down into an irritated scowl at Clint's words about Bruce, and he pulled the tablet back and typed furiously. When he was finished, he held it up with a dramatic flourish: 'Fuck you.' After a few moments, he finally moved to acknowledge Clint's question, and started typing again. 'Stay in the tower. Try not to get yourself into trouble. That would be annoying.'

"I love you too, Tony," Clint giggled. "And I'll stay here. Can you send out a mass text or something so people know not to sneak up? And so they type?" He grimaced. "I sort of only told Thor I'm deaf. This is kind of awkward."

Tony nodded an affirmative. He typed up the message, hit a few keys, and it was instantly sent to the mobile devices of every occupant of the tower. When he was finished, he typed up another note for Clint, holding the tablet up with an expression of both confusion and annoyance, 'Why didn't you tell us?'

"You guys are all perfect," Clint mumbled; though he couldn't hear it to tell, his voice was getting more and more difficult to understand. He had trouble remembering how to speak perfectly, it seemed, because it only took a little while for his verbal skills to degrade like this. "I don't want to be pitied by a bunch of superheroes because I can't hear. I'm already not as good as you guys since I don't have powers or a suit. No need to add being deaf to that mix."

Tony scoffed at the use of the word 'perfect'. Looking Clint firmly in the eye, the billionaire reached a hand up to pull down his pajama shirt enough to reveal the arc reactor in his chest. Then he raised an eyebrow, asking an obvious question with just his expression, 'This is perfect?' He shook his head and snorted, typing a rather long message onto the tablet, then showed it to Clint: 'Don't flatter yourself, no one would pity you. And don't act like you don't know that you kick serious ass. You make me feel like a schmuck because I have to use a suit and you don't. And now you act like being deaf changes that so we all feel bad for you, just so you can show us up again in the next fight. You're an asshole.' He presented this with a smirk on his face.

"Tony, I was opening up to you. Stop being such a dick," Clint said, gently pushing Stark away. "I'm going to go apologize to Thor for yelling at him. He's probably pouting. See you at breakfast?" He glanced toward the bed. "Sorry for barging in like this, Miss Potts."

Tony put the tablet back on his bedside table and waved Clint off. Pepper popped out of the blankets a little more and smiled at the archer, lifting her hands and making a few quick signs: No problem.

Clint's face lit up as he looked at Pepper. You know ASL? Why? he asked excitedly, glad there was someone he could communicate with easily. Do you have a deaf brother or sister or something?

Yes. And no it was a friend. Pepper signed back slowly, sticking to relatively simple words. It had been a while since she'd last had to use this knowledge. Sorry it has been a long time.

Clint nodded. It's okay. I'm just happy I have someone to talk to. Anyway, I need to find my boyfriend. I yelled at him and probably hurt his feelings. See you later. He walked out of Tony's bedroom, closing the door behind him, and went back to his and Thor's apartment, walking into the bedroom with an apologetic, guilty look on his face.

Thor was sitting on the bed, holding the tiny fragments that were left of the hearing aids and tapping them together, as if that were going to fix them. When he heard Clint enter, he looked up and matched the look of guilt he saw on his boyfriend's face. "I am sorry, Clint. I did not mean to..."

"Thor, I can't hear you," Clint said over the god. "Here, let me find a piece of paper so you can write things down." He grabbed paper and a pen from a pile of junk on top of their dresser and handed them to his boyfriend. "Look, baby, I'm sorry. I was scared and angry and said a lot of mean things. Tony's going to work on a hearing aid and everything will be fine. You won't have to put up with me like this for long."

Thor immediately stopped talking when Clint reminded him that his words went unheard. He smiled a bit sheepishly and picked up the pen, quickly scribbling words onto the piece of paper and holding it up. 'I never just "put up" with you. I love you. I do not care that you cannot hear. I am sorry because I broke something that mattered to you.'

Clint smiled at his boyfriend before giving him a little kiss. "Mm, want to show me you love me before breakfast?" he asked with a giggle. "Or should I go up to the kitchen and make you eggs and bacon and waffles to show you that I forgive you?"

Thor looked at Clint for a few moments, then immediately turned back to scribble on the paper again. He held it up with a wide smile on his face. 'Yes'.

"Which one?" the archer asked, sitting down on the bed before laying back and posing suggestively. "I'm happy to do either…"

Thor smiled wider. Apparently his boyfriend hadn't gotten the message. He picked up the pen and wrote another word. 'Both'.

"Well, you should demonstrate to me which you want first," Clint said, trying to purr but failing, his words coming out slurred and in a strange tone. His hand inched down his bare stomach toward his jeans, hoping Thor could take a hint.

Thor quickly leaned in to press his lips to Clint's. It was obvious that the change in his boyfriend's speech didn't really bother him at all. The god placed his larger hand over Clint's and pushed it away to take its place, stroking down and to the waistband of his jeans. He was tempted to say something in return, but he knew that Clint wouldn't hear it anyway. He would have to communicate with his hands this time, and in a way that had nothing to do with sign language.

Clint looked intently up at Thor, wanting to know what his boyfriend was thinking, since he couldn't hear anything the god said. "I love you," he mumbled, relaxing back into the pillows and waiting for Thor to make him see stars.

Thor smiled and moved his lips dramatically to mouth a return 'I love you,' hoping Clint could at least read lips for those simple words. The god leaned down and pressed another kiss to his boyfriend's lips, then moved to nip and suck softly at his neck. Thor was a fast learner, and he was quickly picking up and remembering all of the things that Clint liked him to do in bed. His other hand tugged at the waistband of Clint's jeans, urging the archer to lift his hips so he could pull them off.

Tilting his hips up, Clint reached down to undo the button and zipper of his jeans, something Thor had apparently forgotten to do in all his excitement. "What are we planning to do, babe? Suck, touch, fuck..?"

Thor nipped at Clint's neck one last time, then moved his head up to look the other man in the eye, nodding towards him as an answer, hoping that Clint understood that he was giving him control over this. He would do whatever his boyfriend wanted him to do.

The archer shook his head. "You pick, baby. You're showing me you love me, remember?" he asked, giggling a little.

Thor beamed in understanding and went back to kissing Clint's neck, traveling down his chest and stomach. He quickly and impatiently pulled his lover's jeans and boxers down, then wrapped his large hand around Clint's cock. He figured he would focus mostly on his boyfriend's pleasure this time, since he still felt guilty for breaking the hearing aids with his carelessness.

"Yeah, baby," Clint moaned; unbeknownst to him, he was nearly screaming already, unconsciously adjusting his voice in an attempt to hear himself. It was a good thing he didn't know how loud he was, though, as he would have died of embarrassment, knowing he would probably wake Steve, whose apartment was next to theirs, bedrooms sharing a common wall.

Most people would have warned Clint that he was making too much noise. However, Thor was not most people. He was very pleased at how loud Clint was being, thinking that he was just giving his boyfriend so much pleasure that he had to be that loud. Encouraged, he shifted down between the archer's legs and took the head of his cock into his lips with no further hesitation, sucking happily.

"Mm, fuck, yes," Clint grunted, squirming around a bit as Thor's mouth descended on his erection, making him tingle happily. His squirming made the bed smack the wall, and though he felt that, he had no idea how loud the thump was-and how easy it was for the All-American Virgin next door to hear.

Thor hummed happily and took Clint in further, sucking hard when he was almost down to the base. His other hand moved to squeeze and fondle Clint's balls, trying to give his boyfriend as much pleasure as possible.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the wall, Steve Rogers choked on his coffee and dropped the book he had been reading. He'd tried to ignore the scream he'd heard earlier, but it was impossible to do the same when he heard what was obviously the bed begin to thump against the wall.

"Oh! Yes! Thor!" Clint moaned, voice carrying clearly over almost the entire floor of the tower. "Oh, fuck! You… you just going to suck me or will you fuck me too?"

The loud cries of his lover only encouraged Thor even more, and he began to suck more eagerly. He nipped gently up the shaft, sucked hard at the head, then ran his tongue over the slit, in the way he knew Clint liked. His hand continued to work at Clint's balls, squeezing and rubbing more firmly. Whether the rest of the floor was hearing this was something that didn't concern Thor at all, and he didn't bother trying to hush his boyfriend, as the moans the archer was emitting spurred him on.

Clint reached down and tangled his hands into Thor's hair, tugging gently at the blond strands as he arched his hips into the god's mouth, moaning even louder in pleasure.

Though nobody was there to see him, or to even know that he was hearing this debauchery, Steve blushed a deep red. He put his coffee mug on the table, looking down guiltily at his crotch as he felt those moans and the slamming of that bed against the wall start to affect him. Steve was not nearly as open as his teammates were regarding sexuality. He was a virgin, and he only masturbated under the covers, lights off, middle of the night, when Thor and Clint were on a different floor, and always to thoughts of women. He bit his lip as he tried to decide what to do-go for it and relieve the tension starting to build, or take the high road and preserve his decency?

Back in the other room, Thor had taken his mouth off Clint's straining erection and was leaning over his lover to root around for the lube in the nightstand. When he finally took hold of the bottle, he sat back up and looked Clint in the eye. "Are you ready?" he said aloud, knowing that Clint couldn't hear him but hoping that the message was clear. He reached a hand down to fist his own cock and stroke up it slowly. He had rid himself of his jeans a few moments ago, and the noises of pleasure he'd had Clint making was enough to already have him hard and eager. But it would take a lot more to reach orgasm; the stamina of a god was not always a blessing, but it did come in useful. At least, that's what Clint always told him, and Clint was smart.

"A-are you going to fuck me?" Clint stuttered out loudly, not sure what Thor had said. "Because if that's what you want… fuck, babe, need it now. Get that monstrosity inside me and pound me into next week."

In the other room, Captain America sighed, resigning himself to doing something… wrong and nasty. He got back into bed, pulling the covers up over himself, and reached down into his pants, starting to rub slowly at his erection. He tried to convince himself this was not because of Clint and Thor's activities, tried to conjure up images of Peggy or of Natasha or just any girl, but all he could think of was how worked up Clint must be, how big Thor's muscles were.

Thor groaned a bit at the words and nodded an eager affirmative. He held his hands up so Clint could see him squeezing the bottle and coating his fingers in the slippery gel. Then he tossed the bottle aside unceremoniously and put his clean hand on Clint's thigh to gently push it aside, opening his lover up more. A thick, lube-coated finger reached down to circle Clint's entrance before pushing in slowly. Thor knew his fingers were rather large, and he didn't want to hurt his boyfriend by going too fast. He smiled down at Clint, happy to be giving pleasure to the person he loved.

"Don't need much prep," Clint told Thor loudly. "Just fuck me as hard as you possibly can. Want to feel you for weeks, babe!"

Steve, with his super-soldier hearing, could decipher every word that was said in that room, and that just fueled his confused erection. He gathered some precome from the tip and used it to start stroking at himself gently. He wondered in the back of his mind why Clint's voice was so strange right now-even the Captain had trouble understanding him, and the archer was getting worse and worse. Steve wondered if having sex made you that utterly incoherent, because masturbation sure wasn't good enough to make the soldier make noises like that.

Thor grinned down at Clint, pulling out his finger and slicking himself up with the lube that was left on his hand. He hoped that his boyfriend was really as ready as he seemed to be, as he didn't want to hurt the archer, especially after breaking his hearing aids this morning.

"Yeah, baby, fuck me!" Clint groaned, waiting for his boyfriend to pound into him, needing it hard and fast right now.

Kissing Hawkeye's neck, Thor began to push slowly into the archer's impossibly tight body. The god struggled to maintain control, not wanting to rip open the man who was lying under him, legs curling up to wrap around the Asgardian's waist.

Steve heard strangled moans from both men, and felt his cock jump. This was hotter than masturbating alone, and he thought in the back of his head that later he'd try to figure out how to get porn on the internet, like Tony had talked about. He squeezed his erection and stroked himself a little harder, eyes falling shut in pleasure.

Thor began to thrust a couple moments later, after he thought his boyfriend had adjusted enough that he could take movement. His thrusts were shallow and gentle, slow and steady.

"Harder!" Clint screamed out, digging his heels into Thor's hips and trying to push his teammate in deeper. "Fuck me like you mean it!"

Groaning happily, Thor began to thrust harder, still restraining himself from using his full strength. He licked at Clint's neck, nipping occasionally as he listened to the archer's unrestrained moans.

"Harder, dammit!" Clint shoved his hips out to meet Thor's intense thrusts, wanting to be fucked within an inch of his life right now. "Thor, please! Don't… don't hold back!"

Thor looked up at Clint, face clearly showing excitement at that instruction. He had not been able to penetrate with his full force since coming to Midgard-humans simply did not seem strong enough to take it. Hoping that Hawkeye knew to say something if this got to be too much. Taking a deep breath, he began to pound into Clint with abandon, eyes squeezing shut as he let out a bellowing moan.

Steve heard the bed starting hit the wall more forcefully, more quickly. Thor's moans got louder and Clint's more urgent. Oh, God, that was so hot. Never having experienced something this arousing, something this overtly sexual, he couldn't last and he came with a hiss all over his hand and the inside of his underwear. He immediately blushed, feeling dirty for what he had just done. He jumped up and yanked off his clothes, heading for the shower to try to wash away the scent and the shame.

Clint gasped, yanking on Thor's hair in ecstasy as the god thrust harder and harder into him. He could feel bruises already forming on his ass where Thor was slamming into him, and that thought was unbearably hot. He was writhing under the larger man, screaming wordlessly in pleasure streaked in pain. "I-I'm going to come!" he cried out, too aroused to be embarrassed for how fast this was going for him.

Thor nodded, wishing there were an easy way to communicate to Clint that he would last longer than the archer, so the man would have a chance to tell him what to do.

As if he was reading the god's mind, Clint addressed the issue. "Just keep going til you're done, babe," he grunted, then let out a high-pitched moan as he thrust up to rut himself against Thor's stomach as well as he could. It only took a couple twitches of his hips before he was screaming his boyfriend's name, covering their stomachs with a load of hot, white semen.

Watching his boyfriend come was always hot, and Thor moaned as he thrust a little harder into Clint's body, which was tightening and relaxing around him over and over as the man shook through his orgasm. Letting forehead fall onto the pillow above Clint's shoulder, Thor kept going, hard and fast, in utter bliss.

Clint kept shaking, making a few strangled noises as Thor's erection dug into his prostate repeatedly as the aftershocks of his orgasm made him over-sensitive. Trying to keep some semblance of control, he held onto Thor's hair tightly, shuddering and swearing but occasionally managing a gasped out, "Don't stop!" He didn't care that is was too much, that it was turning his legs into jelly, that he would walk funny for days; this was so hot, and he loved knowing that he was giving Thor something he had missed since moving here from Asgard.

Thor groaned low in his throat in response, the rhythm of his hips stuttering a bit as the pleasure started to build to an overwhelming point. The sharp tugs to his hair only fueled him, and he growled as he pounded into his lover, feeling a familiar heat coil in his stomach. "T-trust me," he panted out as best he could, "I w-will not."

"Ooh, Thor," Clint cried out, arching a little. "Fuck! Babe… oh, God!"

The sound of Clint's voice was enough to send Thor over the edge. He tilted his head down and bit into Clint's shoulder as he thrust in harshly one last time, arching his back and shooting his seed into the other man. He continued to buck his hips erratically as he rode out as orgasm, then collapsed a bit onto Clint as he started to come down from his high. "I love you," he said, even though he knew Clint couldn't hear him. He hoped it was obvious anyways.

Clint rubbed his hands up and down Thor's back, kissing at the larger man's shoulder. "Was that good, baby? Was that… was that something you were craving?"

Thor let out a breathless laugh at the question and lifted himself up enough to press his lips to Clint's in a long, loving kiss. When he pulled away again, he nodded vigorously to show the other just how much he had enjoyed that. Suddenly, he realized that he had been being rather harsh, and he looked at Clint with worried eyes, bringing a hand up to cup the archer's cheek in an obvious question, 'are you okay?'

Smiling softly, Clint nodded in answer to the unvoiced question. "I'm going to walk funny," he said cheerfully. "For at least a few days. And… there might be bruises. But I like that, baby. Don't you feel guilty, okay?"

Thor nodded again and smiled, then collapsed onto his side next to Clint, pulling his lover into his arms. He lay there contentedly for a few moments, before his stomach began growling and interrupted the blissful silence. He knew Clint couldn't hear it, so he sat up and pointed towards his stomach, then grinned at the other man. 'Breakfast?' he mouthed dramatically, hoping Clint could read lips enough to get that.

"So demanding," Clint said teasingly, sure he was purring sexily when in reality, he was showing more and more off the so-called "deaf accent" that he made sure to hide in everyday life. He had developed it in the long period between going deaf and finding hearing aids that actually helped, and he had to consciously try to cover it, even when he wore the aids and could hear what he sounded like. "We should throw on some clothes, though."

Thor wondered for a moment why clothes were really so necessary, but nodded and decided to do what Clint suggested. Back in Asgard, he could wander around the palace naked and no one would even blink, but it must be figured it must be different in Midgard. He gave Clint another brief kiss before sliding off of the bed and picking up the pair of boxers he'd shed earlier, stepping into them and then into his jeans.

Clint grabbed his jeans and threw them on again, smiling as he waited for Thor to join him. "What do you want me to make for you, baby?" he asked.

Thor's eyes lit up as he thought of what exactly he wanted for breakfast, but he frowned a bit as he realized he couldn't tell Clint verbally. He near-bounced over to the nightstand excitedly, picking up the pen and paper to start drawing a picture. When he was finished, he held it up to reveal a badly drawn picture of a waffle. Somehow, it hadn't occurred to Thor that he could have just written the word 'waffle', but he seemed very proud of his artwork.

It took a couple seconds, but Clint realized what his boyfriend meant eventually. "Mm, I can make waffles," he said, sliding one hand into the back pocket of Thor's jeans and squeezing the god's ass affectionately. "Baby, you are too cute, you know that?"

Usually Thor wouldn't have appreciated being called 'cute', but Clint could call him almost anything and he really wouldn't mind. So he beamed at the compliment and wrapped his arms around Clint's waist. "And you are cute as well," he said in a booming voice, even though he knew Clint couldn't hear it. He just felt like announcing it to the rest of the world.

Meanwhile, Steve, who was walking past the door, looked over at the sound of the voice. He frowned and flushed, remembering his earlier actions, and hurried away towards the elevator.

"Hey, Steve!" Clint called out happily, then shrunk back against Thor's side, remembering that he wouldn't be able to hear if the super soldier responded to him. "Want waffles? I'm making them for Thor..."

Steve froze and sighed. He'd been hoping to get past the door without Thor or Clint noticing, but apparently he'd failed. At the strange, muddled sound of Clint's voice, Steve raised a brow in confusion and turned around to look at the archer. "Are you alright, Clint?" he asked, his brow furrowing.

Clint looked at the larger man in confusion. "Didn't you get a text from Tony?" he asked. "'Cause he sent one out explaining that I can't hear and don't read lips, so… no idea what you're asking. Why are you blushing?" he added, changing the subject quickly.

Steve tilted his head for a moment than 'aaahed' in realization. "That must have been what the noise coming from my phone was…" he said to himself. Steve still had trouble with all of the new technology of this time period, and the very high-tech phone Tony had given him only made the issue worse. "You… you're deaf? Since when?" he asked, stepping closer. Clint's next question, however, caused the super soldier to gulp and step back again, flushing deeper. "N-no reason!" he blurted defensively, even though he now knew Clint couldn't hear it.

"Thor? Did he explain why he's blushing?" Clint asked his boyfriend hopefully. "If you didn't, then you are awful at this, Steve. You're blushing even worse. Man. Anyway, just use your phone to type things to me. Or you can write it on paper. Whatever."

Thor had been watching Steve with a curious expression, and he wondered exactly why the other man was such a shade of red. At Clint's question, he looked down and shook his head in the negative. "Yes, he cannot hear," he clarified for Steve. "He has been this way for a while now, and I accidentally crushed his hearing aids last night. He just… did not want to tell you before. But now you know," he said simply.

Steve furrowed his brow again, looking at Clint and opening his mouth, then closing it again as he realized there was no point. He caught sight of the pen and paper still clasped in one of Thor's hands and reached for it, placing it against the wall and writing his own note. When he was finished he held it up: 'Did something happen to make you this way? Why didn't you tell us before?'

"I already don't have super-duper special powers," Clint said with a shrug. "Don't want you guys to think even less of me. And I shot a sonic arrow to avoid mind control, and it made me go deaf." He was a little worn out from sex with Thor, and so his voice was getting less and less easy to understand. "Now tell me why you're blushing," he added, a little more sharply than he meant; he just needed to move the attention away from his deafness, onto something that might make Steve shut up.

Steve had to listen hard to figure out what Clint was saying, but he managed to catch the gist of it, and what he heard made him frown. He put the piece of the paper against the wall again and scrawled another note, then held it up, 'We never thought less of you.' He was going to write more, but Clint's question caused him to let out a choked noise and flush an even deeper red. "I already told you that there was no reason," he said firmly, crossing his arms and looking away. "I-I'm going downstairs. I'll see you down there." With that, he began to hurry away again, not being able to face the two men when he'd just masturbated while listening to them.

"He's so weird," Clint mumbled, rolling his eyes. He didn't need to hear to be able to tell that Steve had blown off his question. "Seriously, what could Captain Fucking America do that's embarrassing? He's the purest of the pure." He pulled Thor with him towards the elevator… and saw Steve standing there, waiting for the lift. He giggled happily. He loved teasing the group leader.

Thor shrugged and followed Clint obediently out of the room. He knew that Steve was acting strange, but he'd figured that maybe he was just exhibiting a Midgardian behavior he didn't understand.

When Steve heard footsteps behind him, he turned to look over his shoulder and groaned quietly when he saw Thor and Clint approaching. 'Why do I have such terrible luck?' he thought, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "So," he said, looking at the other two men and trying to smile politely, "I guess we're riding down together."

Clint grinned cheerfully. "So what was so embarrassing? Were you thinking un-American thoughts? Did you skip a passage in your daily Bible study and are overcome with guilt?"

Steve huffed and crossed his arms in annoyance. He didn't understand why the others always teased him just because he liked to keep his morality firmly intact. He didn't know what was so wrong about that. Tony had mocked him relentlessly just a couple days ago when he'd refused the marijuana the billionaire had offered him. Knowing Clint couldn't hear him, he frowned and shook his head to convey that he didn't appreciate the teasing. He still felt a blush coloring his cheeks, and he growled under his breath and lifted his hands to rub his cheeks in hopes that the flush would go away.

"Aww, Stevey-poo, I'm just fucking around," Clint said, feeling a little guilty for making the soldier upset. "But seriously, was it anything we did? Because if we moved some furniture in the common area or something we'd be happy to fix it."

Steve glared half-heartedly at his teammate for a moment, then nodded his forgiveness. Clint's continued questioning caused him to tense again, and he turned away, hoping the other would forget about the whole thing and just focus on something else.

Meanwhile, Thor continued to observe Steve curiously, twitching his nose as his keener-than-a-human's sense of smell picked something up. "You smell like sex," he happily announced to Steve, oblivious to the fact that the other might react in a negative manner to that.

Steve's entire face went cherry red and he swallowed roughly. When the elevator finally arrived, he stepped in hurriedly and jammed his thumb into a button, not giving a response to Thor's statement.

Clint felt left out, unable to understand what Thor was saying, but he just cuddled into his boyfriend's side as they all stood in the elevator. "Thor?" he said, trying and failing to be quiet. "I love you."

Thor smiled wide at the words of love and wrapped both arms around Clint in a small hug. "I love you too!" he boomed before leaning down to kiss his boyfriend tenderly.

Steve, who's flush had started to die down, turned around to look at his two teammates. At the sight of them kissing, his blush returned full force, and he whipped his head around to face forward and closed his eyes, trying to think of other things. Since when was he inclined in that direction anyways? He'd always liked women.

Clint smiled, able to see that Thor returned his sentiment. He kissed back lazily, not letting it progress to anything too hot, what with Steve in the elevator. "Mm, Thor," he said, stroking his boyfriend's cheek softly when he pulled away.

Thor beamed and squeezed Clint tightly around the waist, lifting him off of his feet in a large hug. Once he'd set his boyfriend back down, he turned his head to look at Steve. "Are you well, my friend? You look tense."

Steve, in response to that, tensed even more. "I'm fine," he responded, stepping quickly out of the elevator as soon as it reached their floor.

(part two to come)