A nice easy one for this prompt, because the other betrayed one I have in mind was turning out to be nearly 5,000 words...

Enjoy :)

Betrayed

"Don't."

"Clint I-"

"Nope."

"Clint-"

"So much nope."

"Clint listen!" Tony cut in, grabbing Clint shoulder and turning the man to face him. The archer hid the wince as best he could, Tony cursed himself for already forgetting the whole reason for this fight and held his hands up in an apology. "Look, she's going to find out."

"Do you know how many years we've been working together?" Clint pushed with an eyebrow raised. Tony shook his head, most of their lives was a ridiculous mystery. "Long enough to know it's better if some things are hidden from her, ok?"

"Would that not make things worse?"

Clint scoffed and turned to continue walking the hall from the infirmary toward the common area. Tony frowned and followed after him.

"What's the scoff for, feathers?"

"You want to talk to me about hiding things from people? How many suits and projects have you hidden from Pepper because she'd be pissed?"

"That's completely different." Tony protested. The didn't stop walking while talking and made it to the kitchen in no time. Clint used his one good arm to pour himself some coffee, it looked like he'd done it a million times before.

His right arm was in a cast from above the elbow to the wrist, he begged them not to anchor it around his hand so he could hide it. A bad fall during a failed training experiment Tony had set up had Clint's arm fractured and shoulder dislocated. He refused painkillers, refused a sling, and nearly refused a cast until Tony knocked some sense into him.

Benched for eight weeks. Tony felt terrible about it.

"Look, there's some things that are better left private." Clint sighed as he hopped up onto one of the breakfast bar's stools. He sipped from his coffee when he was settled, back to Tony.

"She'll find out. Can't wear long sleeves all the time." He nodded at the long sleeved black top Clint currently wore to hide it. It actually did hide the thick cast relatively well.

"It's cold enough weather." He shrugged his good shoulder. Just looking at his back made it so Tony couldn't see any expression. Tony sighed and went to pour himself a cup of coffee as well.

"I kind of broke you, Clint." Tony sighed. He leaned against the counter with his mug and watched the back of Clint's head. "She might forgive you for being an idiot, but Natasha will never forgive me for-"

"For being an idiot as well?" Both men tensed at the voice. Tony noticed Clint turn his head at the same time he did to see Natasha stroll into the kitchen. She ran a hand over Clint's back as some kind of greeting as she passed him. "I've just accepted I'm surrounded by nothing but idiots really."

Clint turned on the stool to face Tony fully, shooting him a look that just screamed 'They won't find your body parts if you utter anything'. He pursed his lips together and nodded at the archer.

"We broke one of your targets in the range." Clint said, shooting a goofy smile Natasha's way. Tony hated how easily he could lie. Well, not a lie, they broke a lot of stuff when Clint was thrown across the room. "Stark thinks you're gonna bury him with it."

"Is that so?" Natasha arched an eyebrow delicately, looking to Tony.

He paused, eyes darting to Clint. Clint's eyebrows arched just the slightest. Tony was not playing it cool, he knew to be afraid of Natasha. And definitely afraid of lying to Natasha. He looked back at the woman in question and smiled.

"Sorry about that, yeah." He nodded. "I'll get it replaced asap."

"Hmm..." She frowned, eyes not leaving Stark's. She had grabbed an orange while they were speaking and was slowly peeling it. A cold sweat broke out on Tony. "That's a shame. I was going to train soon."

"Well he broke a lot of stuff so training room is out of action for a while anyway." Clint said with a shrug. Tony noticed he hid every single ounce of pain in his expression even though he knew shrugging a dislocated shoulder must be agony. He was infinitely more terrified of Clint than he used to be.

"What the hell were you trying?" Natasha sighed, throwing her orange peel in the trash before sliding delicately onto the stool next to Clint. His bad side.

Tony shifted from one foot to the other, taking a sip from his coffee before clearing his throat to try find his voice again. "Testing new repulsors. Completely configured them wrong..?"

"You asking me or telling me?" Natasha asked with an amused smile. That was scarier than anything today.

"No." Tony cracked. He coughed once and shook his head, making his voice a little stronger than last time. Clint faceplamed the action. "They were configured wrong. Blew the place up a little bit."

"I see." Natasha hummed. She glanced at Clint before back at Tony.

We're made... Throw her off the scent.

"Clint wasn't there." Tony said quickly. Clint groaned and hung his head. "He came in after the explosion, helped me out."

"And you're ok?" Natasha asked delicately. Tony could just nod.

She eyed him up and down for a terrifying moment. He hated when she did this - it was almost like she was seeing into his soul. She cocked her head to one side then glanced at Clint who still had his head hung low.

"And how damaged are you, Clinton?" She asked carefully, a small smile tugging her face. Clint looked to her and shook his head.

"I'm not-"

"He broke his arm." Tony blurted out. Both assassins looked his way. Natasha was definitely smug, Clint looked like he was already hiding Tony's body parts in his mind. "Dislocated his shoulder. Took a hard bump. It wasn't a repulsor, it was a bomb arrow I completely messed up. He went flying across the room, broke targets, smashed weapons, peed his pants a little bit but I'm not supposed to say that, and-"

"Dude, enough!" Clint pretty much squealed, face palming once more. His next words were grumbled around his palm. "Never have I ever been so betrayed in my life..."

"Clint." Tony whispered, stepping closer to the man and ignoring Natasha as she happily ate her orange. "She was reading my mind. I couldn't do it."

"She can't read minds, numb skull." Clint sighed, shaking his head before giving Tony a shove away with his good arm. He turned and gave Natasha a smile that the rest of them knew was only ever reserved for her. "I'm sorry, it's really not that bad. You know I would have told you if it was."

"You wouldn't have, but that's ok." She smiled, patting his bad shoulder hard enough to earn a wince. She jumped from the stool and starting walking out of the kitchen. "Doctors already told me everything. You're not living the wetting your pants down any time soon."

Clint growled and turned in his chair to face plant the counter. Tony smiled a little and patted the man on the back.

"Betrayal is all around me." He murmured to the counter top. "Coffee is the only loyal part of my life."