4: CLINT
Clint sighed angrily looking out at the gleaming city lights from his favorite spot on the roof. He could hear all the noise screaming at him from the sleepless population below, oblivious to the constant danger they were always in. The danger the Avengers risked their lives daily to protect them from. Clint growled in frustration running his hands through his hair. He was risking his life day after day to save people, but still most of SHEILD and the general population thought he was still a Loki Minion. Today he'd gone in for a meeting with Fury and agents he used to be friends with were snarling at him and practically spitting on his shoes. He HATED it. Not only did he have to deal with his own mental/emotional crap, but he had to deal with everyone else's too? It sucked.
Clint repressed a shiver as he let out a deep breath and watched a little cloud of air rise and dissipate. It was really fucking cold out here. 2 A.M. and -2 degrees yet here he was, on the roof. It was stupid, he knew that. He just couldn't go back inside, he couldn't stand being indoors when he was this upset, no matter how cold it got; it could cause panic attacks.
"Clint, what the hell man, its FREEZING." Clint automatically rolled his eyes as he heard their resident billionaire's whiny voice. "So go inside moron." He replied irritably. He wasn't in the mood for whatever brought Stark up there. "Why are you up here anyway?" Clint stiffened even as he asked it, ready for the billionaire to go off into a rant about Pepper or SHEILD or something. The answer he was least expecting was the one Tony gave.
"You were up, I came to see if you were all right." THAT made Clint spin around to face Tony, who was only a few feet behind where Clint sat on the ledge, watching him with worried eyes, brown hair a matted mess and his figure was slumped, no mocking or teasing in his expression at all. Clint just cocked his head confused, then shrugged, and motioned that Tony could come closer, sensing his discomfort.
"I'm fine Tony, go sleep. Or judging by your appearance, not. You look like someone hit you with a bus." Tony huffed indignantly sitting down next to Clint. "I take offense Birdbrain. I don't buy that though. SHEILD?" Clint tried not to look surprised that Tony had caught on so quickly. "I've had some minor issues Stark, nothing to trouble yourself over."
Tony shot him the glare from hell and for a minute there was malice in Tony's brown eyes and Clint couldn't help but be glad it wasn't directed at him. "No Clint, it isn't minor. It's not your fault and I'm sick of you taking it. It's bothering you. You wouldn't be up here FREEZING if it wasn't. Tomorrow I'm calling the tabloids, getting PR for Hawkeye. Then I'm going to SHEILD to kick some agent's asses." Clint was prepared to laugh at that last statement but the laugh caught in his throat when he saw Tony's murderous expression. "I won't take the suit either." He hissed and this time Clint let his jaw drop in surprise. "Tony for one that's a stupid plan entirely, secondly, they're SHEILD ANGENTS, They're tough." Tony's expression didn't even quiver as he met Clint's eyes with a hard glare. "I've been trained for longer than most SHEILD agents Clint. Now come on, get your ass inside before those precious fingers of yours fall off."
Clint immediately stiffened, Tony's training comment going unregistered "No, I'm not going inside Tony." He turned his eyes away from Tony but heard the other man sigh. "I figured you'd be stubborn, Hold on." Tony slid away from Clint quickly, walking towards the door from the stairs. Clint turned his eyes to Tony, curious to see if the genius would run off. He didn't though, Tony just grabbed a rather decent sized gray bag from the ground by the door and unzipped it, throwing two sleeping bags to the ground.
Clint looked on with disbelief as Tony climbed inside the bag, shivers evident as he tried to zip himself in. Everyone knew Tony HATED the cold, hated it more than just about ANYTHING. That's why he chose to live in Malibu in the first place. Yet here he was, getting ready to sleep on the roof in below freezing weather.
"Tony?" He asked curiously and Tony, now settled but still shaking just looked at him blankly. "What? I'm not letting you freeze alone." Clint's heart warmed a little at the concern showing through Tony's tone and smiled making his way over to the second sleeping bag. "Tony you don't have to, go inside." Tony just glared as Clint zipped himself up in the sleeping bag comfortably. "I'm aware I don't have to. I'm going to. You have a few hours before I drag both our asses in that tower, we can't afford to get sick. But also I know you won't come in until you calm down, so shut up and sleep and we'll go in later. Stop worrying too; I'm going to take care of it for you."
Clint tried to argue, but his eyelids were already drooping, his body ready for sleep now that he was warmer and wasn't alone. "Thanks Tony." He managed to mutter before his eyelids fell closed against the hard just sighed, shivering to himself. "Anytime buddy, anytime."