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Stark didn't even glance down at his phone this time as it went off for the fifth time in two hours. I was very curious to know why Bruce kept calling Tony when he was supposed to be doing something in Africa, but Tony didn't seem to want to care. Which is why he declared to anyone who was listening, I.E. the only person in the room at the time which was Clint, that he was going to go get wasted in public for a change.
The fact that he told Clint at all where he was going was the clear invitation that he should join, let alone the loud musings of how large his bill was going to be if he could find a date. Clint sighed, knowing that if anything happened to Tony while he was out alone he would probably get into trouble for it for some reason or another. So he followed, at first trying to be discreet, but after Tony left the second bar, he decided to hell with it and openly joined him for a beer.
Tony might have a steady girlfriend, but that sure didn't stop him from eyeing every single red head that came within ten feet of him, including there waitress. She seemed to be enjoying the attention the playboy was dishing out to her, even passing him a free drink at one point, which he knocked back as fast as he did to the others. Forever suspicious of his surroundings however, Clint was watching the reflections in the glasses around him when the bar at his back caught his eye. There bar tender was mixing up another drink, and did the girls around here usually put something in there concoctions, pulled from their shirt?
Clint narrowed his eyes in distrust as it was poured into the brown liquid, and then stirred up by a quick shake of the glass. His suspicions merely confirmed when the girl came back, and placed that same drink in front of Tony. He had been facing the bar sure, but seemed mildly surprised to find another drink in front of him. Still, never the man to pass up any type of alcohol, he grabbed the glass and was fixing to down it like the others when Clint shot to his feet and stumbled forward.
Always in command of his body, he made a spectacular performance of stumbling around drunk as his companion and apologizing for knocking several more drinks over in his rush to the bathroom, pausing only once to grab the collar of Stark's shirt and drag him along. The man was so out of it that his weak attempts to pull away could have been pushed aside by a new born, so Clint made quick work of getting threw the marked door, and from there it was pure cake. He quickly pushed open the window, shoved the civilian out first, and then pushed, shoved, and at one point supported while his friend puked, all the way back to Stark Mansion.
He was greeted by a fuming Steve and a frowning Natasha, but ignored them both as he finally dropped his rather finely dressed and heavy burden onto the sofa to pull his phone out and open the secure line to reach his boss.
Barton made quick work of explaining the situation both to the phone and to his friends, he was nothing if not a multitasker, and only after Fury's statement that he would look in on the attempted threat did he turn his attention to the drunken billionaire attempting speech from the sofa.
Stark was not making a whole lot of sense at this point, then again he'd hardly made any sense when he'd entered the third bar which had been one of the reasons Clint had joined him. Tony had way to much to drink when he started making claims that Bruce was prank calling him and deciding which names were to stupid for human contact. In the same sentence.
Still, hopefully the man was at least slightly lucid enough that he could get something threw that thick skull of his. "Tony, how did you not notice that chick slip something into your drink? You were facing the bar and ogling her all night!"
Tony's blurred eyes managed to focus on him long enough to slur, "How did you catch that, when you weren't facing the bar?"
Barton was on the verge of pointing out that they didn't call him a 'Master Assassin' for the fun of it, until Stark barfed on his sofa that probably cost more then the Taj Mahul.
Yeah, I love Clint and Tony, those two interacting together is awesome! Glad you guys are enjoying this, and I will update again on Monday