Voilà! Mes amis! Hope you all enjoy this chapter :P

Never, in Tony's life, except maybe when he was kidnapped that first time in Afghanistan, had he ever felt so happy to hear the sound of a plane. He was sitting quite a bit away from the gas station (he didn't want bystanders to see him get picked up by a plane, he liked it better when they didn't find out who he really was), and patiently waited for Clint's arrival.

He didn't want to admit to himself that he was on edge, especially not to go as far as to say he was frightened. Though, when he was locked in the room, nobody had come to visit him. Only in the scarce moments when somebody would bring him food did he have human contact. But that didn't count in his book, since they were dressed all in black and a mask covering their features so that he couldn't identify them at a later date (if he even was going to make it out of there alive that was).

And as he was the black S.H.I.E.L.D aircraft settle to the ground before him, the deep gratifying happiness overwhelmed him to boot.

"Oh fuck…" Was the only thing he heard before Clint came grappling out of the steering seat and ran towards him. He didn't have enough time to react when Clint's arms wrapped around his middle and swung him up in the air.

All breath left Tony's lungs, shock and delight taking over every function in his body. The blonde sounded worried on the phone, but Tony wasn't expecting him to act like… well like this! Hugging and-was that kisses being pressed to his lips?

The billionaire kissed back enthusiastically, bringing his arms up to tangle his fingers into Clint's short locks. The other man's mouth was warm and desperate, as if he missed Tony…

And didn't he sure hope Clint did.

As the kiss progressed into a more heated, intimate making out session, they both groaned into each other's mouths, sharing saliva. Clint swiped his tongue over Tony's teeth and twisted their slick appendages together as Tony trailed his fingers down the broad back and back up.

They were so caught up with one another; Tony didn't notice the other person in the plane, and who was now watching from the sidelines, arms crossed and impatient. It wasn't until that person coughed to show themselves that he pulled away from the others searching mouth and stared surprised at Natasha, casually watching them as if it was something she saw every day.

Knowing her, it probably was.

At his first glance of the redhead, Tony backed away from Clint quickly, not knowing whether he wanted her to know the full extent of his feelings towards the other. Nonetheless, it was likely to be written all over his face, so there was no hiding it.

She was being undoubtedly creepy, gazing at them with those eyes.

Tony shivered involuntarily and returned his gaze to the man in front of him, expression unbelievably fond.

Oh…

"I missed you." He said so quietly, Tony had to strain to hear him. At first, he had to wonder whether he heard wrong, pushing aside the thought Clint could actually miss him enough to declare.

But hell! Who would do that when it was a guy's crush, who so openly said such a thing?

However, he didn't realize this for a long while after Clint's confession and so he was rocking back and forth awkwardly on the balls of his feet, waiting for Tony's answer. And when the billionaire didn't say anything, the only thing he could do was doubt the man's feelings for the archer.

"Well, um… ready to go?"

"I missed you too!" Tony blurted out suddenly. A flush crept up his face, which he pushed down with the best of his abilities. "Uh, I mean-"

But the look on the blonde's face made him cut off his next words. The way it lightened up at his declaration had been wished by Tony for so long. That look, for him, only him.

"Well then, we should probably…" Clint waved towards the plane, and Tony shook himself out of his hot blonde induced daze as he nodded his agreement.

"Yes, you're right, let's go." They began their walk towards the aircraft, Tony greeting Natasha with a quiet hello, in which the female responded back with the usual question of, "are you okay."

With his affirmative response, they all shuffled into the plane and got ready for takeoff.

"Nobody else come?" Tone asked conversationally, keeping his curious fingers from flicking any of the buttons blinking incitingly in front of him.

"Nat and I were out together when you called. Why? Want us to take longer telling the others? Actually, they'll be pretty surprised with you showing up at the tower unscr… well moderately unscratched." His gaze flickered to the scratches across his cheek from the branch during his overnight stay in the tree.

Tony willed away the dread that came over him when finding out Clint had been alone with Natasha doing who knows what, and forced on his publicity smile. "This could make a great prank."

"I love the way you think! But other than that, explain to me what happened. Are you hurt anywhere else? Did they… do anything to you that I should worry about?" Heart warmed by the concern, a much better emotion from his earlier jealousy, Tony recounted his last couple days in the weird cell place. How there weren't any dubious activities done, nor any harm done to him (if you didn't count his capture) and how he wasn't able to remember any faces, since the last one's he saw was during the kidnapping. The only thing he had from memory was tall, dark haired and disturbing green eyes.

The two other's occupying the space were silent for a while, contemplating the new information. Tony looked out the high window, staring down at the land beneath them. The ride wasn't long, and he could already see the ground coming closer from beneath them.

A warm hand wrapping its fingers around his own startled him out of his soundless mussing. He shot a quick glance to his and Clint's clasped hands and was at loss of what to think. Eyes switching its line of vision to Clint's face, which was locked, concentrated on the task of landing, Tony let himself relax into the touch. He could barely keep himself from resting his head against the archer's shoulder. Out of all stupidly romantic and obvious show of affection…

One thought kept on coming back to him, and he didn't know whether to acknowledge it or push it away.

Clint did seem a lot more intimate, to say inviting, these days.

And Tony wasn't going to ignore any chances of him being a scared fucking toddler and running. Tony was going to catch him.

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