-IronHawk-

Tony bounced on his feet as Clint got dressed. He grabbed his jacket and headed towards Clint's truck, chattering the entire time, "it's like flying. Literally flying through the air. I've always wanted to fly. I thought about building a flying suit. Maybe using repulsor technology."

Clint laughed at his excitement, "the pizza place is a few blocks away, wanna walk?"

Sill amped up, Tony nodded, "yeah, let's walk." He held out his hand, taking Clint's and winding their fingers together.

Over pepperoni pizza, Tony interrogated Clint, "When can I learn to do a flip? Do I have to sign up for a class? Do you think I can catch you sometime? What about throwing a third person? Like could you and Alex throw me back and forth? You mentioned the high wire earlier, can you really walk it?"

"I am glad you liked it. They have classes a few evenings a week but if you don't mind, I'd like to be the one teaching you."

"Your kinky dom side is showing!" Tony teased, "so, high wire?"

Shrugging his shoulders, Clint nodded, "yeah, once you get your balance, it's not bad."

"Can you tell me more circus stories? Not anything that might upset you. I imagine it wasn't an ideal childhood but if you don't mind, I'd love to hear about Baby Clint on the trapeze."

"Some of it was fun. Barney and I mucked and cleaned after the animals. We helped with concessions. Sometimes we would stand in for Alonzo, the knife thrower, or Trickshot, he was the archer, when they needed to practice new tricks. The acrobats were also tightrope walkers and they did trapeze. They were a family, the Kowalskis. They had three kids. Sometimes, they included us in their acts." Clint took a long sip of his soda, "Annalise had the horses. She let us ride them and I would do tricks, like handstands while the horse went around the ring."

Tony was captivated, leaning in as he asked, "You did a handstand while on top of a moving horse?"

"Lots of people do that, it's a sport called vaulting. Lots of kids do it." Clint saw Tony's incredulous face, "I swear, it's non-circus kids."

Pulling out his phone, Tony looked up vaulting and found that Clint was right, "Holy shit, these kids are crazy. This is dangerous!"

Watching video clip after video clip, Tony muttered about the size of the horses, breaking necks, and risky tricks. Glancing back at Clint, he couldn't help but smile, "okay, so how did you end up as an archer?"

"Trickshot taught us how to shoot. We were both pretty good but one day, I was fooling around. I was standing on Moonlight as she was trotting around the ring. I was shooting targets as we went around. So I was put in the show as Hawkeye, the World's Greatest Archer. They billed me as the boy who couldn't miss."

"Hawkeye. I love it," Tony grabbed another slice and dropped it on Clint's plate. "Eat. I've been pestering you."

They finished their pizza and Tony offered dessert at his home, "Jarvis ordered groceries and I have four tubs of ice cream."

"Your place, huh?"

"Yup," Tony moved in close so he could kiss Clint, "take me home, Katniss."

-IronHawk-

"You have a biometric door lock on your front door?"

"Locks can be picked," Tony opened the front door and dropped his sunglasses and wallet in the bowl by the door, "Jarvis, this is Clint; Clint, this is Jarvis."

"Hello, Mr. Barton."

Clint looked towards the ceiling, "uh, nice to meet you, Jarvis." Looking around the room, Clint noted a few small cameras, "Jarvis, I am not sure where I should look when I talk to you? The speakers? The cameras?"

"I do not have a preference, Mr. Barton, but I appreciate your consideration." Jarvis' tone seemed fond, "I would like to thank you for the tie. Sir has placed it on my server rack in the workshop."

Tony grinned at Clint as his eyes darted from the speakers to the closest camera, "How about ice cream? We have mint chocolate chip, moose tracks, french vanilla, and, uh, Jarvis?"

"Butter pecan, Sir."

"Thanks, J," Tony said as he guided Clint into the kitchen, "Let's get a couple of scoops and I'll show you my workshop. You can see T.P. and meet his older brothers."

They argued over ice cream flavors, shoving each other to steal bites from each other. Clint dipped the tip of his finger in Tony's bowl then smeared it across Tony's face as the other man struggled.

"Lemme clean you up, Tony," Clint leaned forward and slowly dragged the tip of his tongue up Tony's cheek before moving in for a kiss.

The simple kiss led to an intense makeout session against the kitchen counter. When Clint's hands made their way down to cup Tony's ass, they groaned in unison. Tony couldn't help but try to climb Clint.

Chuckling, Clint turned them and hoisted Tony up on the counter, Tony locked his legs around Clint's waist as they kissed, their hands trying to slip under each other's shirts.

Clint tore himself away, leaving Tony sitting on the counter; both of them breathing heavily. Their ice cream, melted and forgotten.

"You," Clint panted, barely able to speak, "you are something else."

"I just can't get enough of you," Tony admitted, his stomach clenching uncomfortably with the honest admission.

Offering Tony a hand, Clint smiled boyishly, "Good; now let's go play with your bots."

Within minutes, Clint was swarmed by large claws and camera eyes. All the bots wore their bowties proudly as T.P. circled around, lifting his cap and bending forward.

"Is he bowing? Are you? T.P.? You are!" Clint patted the small bot as he giggled.

DUM-E showed off his fire extinguisher and new fire blanket while U tried to herd Clint towards his charging area, decorated haphazardly with stalkery photos of Clint. Butterfingers made them smoothies that looked suspiciously non-poisonous.

"J, what is happening?" Tony asked as he watched the chaos, "and how did U get those pics?"

"Sir, they consider Mr. Barton to be a friend. They completed several searches on the internet and U found Tumblr. He 'stans' Mr. Barton."

Clint giggled again, "I guess that explains the traffic cam photos of me."

"And the smoothies?"

"Butterfingers has been practicing. Colonel Rhodes reorganized the workshop kitchen area so the motor oil is no longer in the vicinity of the blender," Jarvis pulled up footage on a holographic screen of Rhodey explaining that motor oil is toxic and T.P. assisting him in stocking the small fridge with yogurt and fruit.

Tony groaned, "I am guessing Rhodey gave DUM-E the fire blanket too?"

"Yes, Sir. Safety first."

DUM-E was shaking the fire blanket at Clint as he laughed, "I love them, Tony. They are so freaking amazing."

-IronHawk-

A/N:

I had so much fun writing the bots falling in love with Clint.

Vaulting is a thing, I didn't make it up - Google it. My daughter's friend does it and it scares the hell out of me. I am so thankful that my daughter is scared of horses.