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"No, no. It's just not going to happen. I am not, repeat not-"

"Not," he cut me off with a wicked grin on his face.

I scowled heavily at him before continuing even louder, "going to take you to the airport tomorrow."

"Great, so we need to be there by five. I'd suggest getting up by what, three? See you then."

"Tony!" I roared after him, but he just waved lazily behind him, and went into his room. I was disappointed that he couldn't see me flipping him off, then storming back to my room, intent on sleeping until noon tomorrow just to prove a point. So when a glass of ice water landed on my face the next morning and I fully awoke to pinning Stark to the ground by his throat, I wasn't exactly intent on letting him go right off the bat.

"The hell Stark?" I groaned, only releasing my hold enough so that I didn't choke him to death. His eyes glared up at me until I released my hold a little more for him to gasp for a deeper breath, then snap, "It's three-thirty, I let you sleep in you ingrate, now get dressed we have to go."

My fist clenched automatically back around his throat, though released it fully a second later, getting off of him completely and stomping back to my bed. "What part of that no didn't you get?" I hissed while I rearranged my covers, fully preparing to slam back into them.

"Aw come on Barton," he gasped, sitting up and rubbing his throat, still managing to smile at me. "I'll buy you coffee, as many cups as you like."

"You think you can bribe me with coffee?" I demanded turning back around to glare at him.

"How about coffee, and you can come with us to LA?" He tried.

"Why would I want to go with you and your girlfriend to Los Angeles?" I demanded of him, starting to feel I was missing something here. At first I'd thought he was just messing with me, but this was going to far for a joke. "Stark, is there something you're not telling me?"

"Um," he glanced at his watch, then back at the door, then back to me and said, "yes. So are you coming or not?"

I now narrowed my eyes at him suspiciously, something was definitely off here. "Why do I need to come again?"

"To drive us there," he responded at once.

"Why can't you drive yourselves there?"

"Because I've been drinking, and you wouldn't want to encourage drunk driving would you?"

"Why can't Pepper drive?"

"I don't want to leave the car at the airport, so I need someone to drive it back anyways."

"Didn't you hire a bodyguard slash butler to do that?"

"Happy had plans this weekend. Plus he's not nearly as intimidating as Hawkeye, now is he?"

I crossed my arms and continued to glare at him, now I knew something was up. Tony trusted Hogan more then most of the Avengers put together, why was he suddenly pushing him out of the picture? "Alright Stark, I'll come. On one condition. I get to pick the car I'm driving."

He agreed to my terms much too quickly, so I snapped, "Now get out of my room."

The smile on his face as he left had me pack several extra knives on my person as I quickly suited up.

AAA

We got to the airport without incident and even weirder, very little spoken between us. That alone would have set me off any other day, Tony's never quite. Despite the fact that I only slightly broke the speed limits, and Tony's side along complaints of this, we still made it to the airport in plenty of time for him to catch his flight. Which did bring another question to mind, "Don't you own a private jet?"

He threw me a dirty look, as if finding it scandalous that I would even have to ask. "Of course I do."

Before I could question why he wasn't using it, we were ambushed. It was Tony's fault.

He had insisted that we take the stairs up since I'd parked underground, and I called him an idiot since the elevator was faster, but he kept going anyways despite Pepper and mine protest. Pepper said she didn't want to because she was wearing heels at four in the morning. I said no because it was four in the morning.

He ignored us both before continuing up, and we exchanged murderous looks while following. Hence, it was all his fault that we were alone and witness-less on a stairwell when we were attacked.

We were in between floors when doors above and below us banged open, and we all ducked on instinct as bullets went sailing too close to our heads. Twisting on the spot, I grabbed a handful of his shirt and shoved him against a wall as I snarled, "Where did I get the nickname Hawkeye?"

He spluttered for a moment while I dug a knife out of my boot, prepared to cut off this impostors head, before he snapped, "The circus you moron, you told me that last month when it was in town." I froze with the blade inches from his neck before I released him and turned to Pepper, mouth open before Tony snarled behind me, "Don't even think about it."

Turning to face him as he struggled to get back to his feet, I knew that even being the better fighter, if I pointed a weapon at her, he would do everything he could to knock my head off. "Stark, what the hell is going on?"

More bullets went whizzing by, and Tony reached out, grabbing Pepper, and pulled her closer to his chest. "Explain later, get us out of here would you!"

I frowned at him one last time before bolting into action. Straightening up, I felt a closer presence behind me, and so turned to quickly dispose of the seven guys. Only four had guns, and I quickly disarmed them, taking their guns, and using the last of the ammo to deplete the last three. Flipping back around, my finger was on the trigger to quickly dispose of the last five, expecting Tony and Pepper to still be on the floor.

I forced my finger to still however, as I saw Stark holding his own in a fistfight against the first two guys, the others behind them either unconscious or dazed.
Even as I watched, he hit the deck while making a sweeping motion with his legs, and while that guy went down with his head crashing into the stairwell behind him, Tony quickly jumped back to his feet to land a hard blow in the last guys diaphragm. Losing all of his breath, he to collapsed, the knife that had been in his hand skittering away.

Tony fully erected himself, spared me one lone glance, before turning his attention fully to Pepper, who was crouched on the ground and watching us with wide eyes. Breathing heavily, sweat dripping, and hands shaking slightly, he walked towards her holding out his left hand. I noticed that he was holding his right arm close to him. On closer inspection I saw blood leaking from a slash wound on his upper arm, and a pretty heavy stream making its way across his forehead.

Once Pepper was standing on her own two feet he turned to me with a rather dark look on his face and stated, "That's why I wanted you to come along, and why we couldn't use the jet."

I couldn't help but blink spastically for a moment before opening my mouth, couldn't think of anything to say, and then closing it again. Then finally landing on something I opened it again and blurted, "That's going to need stitches."

He blinked himself a few times before busting out laughing and using his right hand to wipe the blood out of his eyes, even though it was still covered in blood. His other hand was still firmly latched onto Peppers. When he turned as if to head back down the stairs I stepped in his way and snapped, "You going to explain how you knew that was coming, and why I didn't get a heads up? I was starting to think you were an impostor or something."

Rolling his eyes he laughed, "Yeah, I gathered that," then eyed my fist that was still clenched tightly around the knife from earlier now bloody, then the other hand which was still fingering the trigger of my stolen gun. "You're not still thinking about shooting me to prove that are you?"

"I might if you don't start explaining," I reasoned.

Sighing heavily, he started making his way downstairs while talking over his shoulder, "JARVIS has a program to keep any and all tabs on supposed threats against us, and there was a heavily planned ambush for our honeymoon next month." He leaned down suddenly and gave Pepper a quick kiss on the check, which distracted her momentarily from her fussing of the cut on his opposite arm. "So I let out a leak that we changed dates, knew they wouldn't be able to scramble enough troops in time for a big invasion, but didn't feel like leveling the whole airport. Bad press."

We'd almost made it down to the bottom floor again and I was minorly impressed he was still on his feet, he was trying to stem the flow of blood from his face, trying to physically calm Pepper, and talking to me all at once. I knew he was a multitasker. "Yet, why didn't you tell me?" I demanded my original question.

"Because I didn't know if it was happening at this airport, in the air, or when we landed, so I was going to make you come anyways. Didn't want you being all trigger happy through the whole thing, that would have just ruined the mood." As we approached the car again I stuffed my knife away but kept the gun on me, still not at ease with the situation despite his throwaway tone. "Why couldn't more people have come along? Natasha, Steve?"

His hand fumbled as he tried to open the door, and Pepper leaned forward to get it for him, and gently started lowering him into the back seat. "The more people the more suspicious. Sadly, as good of a driver and practice partner as he is, Happy also wouldn't have been able to handle that as well. Thanks by the way."

I narrowed my eyes, still pretty agitated though more at him then the situation now, "and why couldn't you have just brought your armor to deal with all of this yourself?"

Pepper gently closed the door behind him before he could answer, then turned to me with the keys in her palm and a questioning look on her face. I took them from her and waited patiently for her to have climbed in before getting behind the driver's seat yet again. I used the cars phone to dial up SHIELD to come and take care of the work that was still back on the stairwells. From the back seat Tony's voice slurred a bit as he answered, "Because it was technically banned from the airport since last time when I used it to throw an airplane."

As soon as someone pointed out to me that I hadn't done a Tony and Clint, I promptly smacked myself in the forehead. After all, they are my favorite non-slash pairing then I sat down to do it and remembered why I hadn't in the first place. I've been trying for some originality in all of these, something you don't normally see in these pairings, and I was having trouble coming up with this one. Not the most original thing in the world, but I do hope you still liked it.

The only pairing left for Tony is with Thor, and since I'm on a dead end with that one, I promise to do something else next time. Let me know if there's a pairing you want to see that hasn't been done yet.