-IronHawk-

"Excuse me, Jarvis?"

"How can I assist you, Mr. Barton?"

Clint looked up towards the kitchen camera, "I'd like to make coffee but this machine seems way beyond your typical Mr. Coffee."

The machine lit up by itself, gurgling as the water filled the reservoir, "Do you like your coffee strong, Mr. Barton?"

"Yes, please. Jarvis, do you think you could call me Clint?"

Clint heard a laugh from the doorway; a stranger, in shorts and a t-shirt, walked into the kitchen. He used his shirt to wipe sweat from his brow.

"Good luck with that. He still calls me Colonel and I was there when he was born."

"Good morning, Colonel Rhodes," Jarvis said snarkily.

"I'm James Rhodes, you must be Clint. I just got back from a run, let me wash up before shaking your hand," Rhodey went to the sink and washed his hands, "how do you take your coffee?"

Thirty minutes later, Tony found them laughing hysterically, "Oh God, you didn't tell him the frat party story did you?"

"Wait, I am missing out. I wanna hear that story," Clint complained as he poured Tony a cup.

The two men kissed good morning as Rhodey made kissy noises at them.

Clint turned back to Rhodey, "finish your story then tell me about the frat party."

They spent the morning relaxing, telling stories, and raiding the kitchen for snacks.

Fiddling with schematics on his tablet, Tony found himself lost in thought. He couldn't believe how much he liked Clint. Here he was, in his home, with Jarvis and Rhodey, with his bots. Clint was a part of his life, not on the outskirts. He truly couldn't wait to introduce him to Pepper. Tony looked up to ask Jarvis to call Pepper when he realized he was alone.

"Jarvis? Where did Clint and Rhodey go?"

"Colonel Rhodes is taking a shower. Mr. Barton is taste-testing smoothies with the bots."

Tony made his way to the workshop and smiled at the scene before him. Clint was sitting on the workshop table talking with U and Butterfingers. The counters were a mess of fruit peels and leafy greens. DUM-E was beeping insistently as he pushed a broom back and forth.

"Tony, come here and try these two samples," Clint hopped off the counter and pulled Tony close, "tell U that just because something is good for you, doesn't mean that it tastes good."

Arguing that kale was good in smoothies, Tony wrapped his arms around Clint, "sorry, I get lost in thought sometimes."

"No worries, babe," Clint hugged him closer, "you were really focused. Rhodey even poked you and you didn't even notice. What's on your mind?"

"You. Us. I know this is fast. Really fast but you are already part of my world. I want more, I want to be in your world too. Meet your friends, etcetera, etcetera."

Clint giggled, "did you just say etcetera? And you know my friends, Natasha and Phil. You met Alexi last night."

"Wait, you are friends with Phil? I thought he was just a client."

Cleaning up the mess on the counter, Clint put away ingredients and threw out trash, "Nat introduced us a few years ago. He's a good guy. I don't know which one of you is a bigger nerd, though."

Double bagging the trash, Clint asked if DUM-E wanted to take it out to the curb. The bot chirped happily.

"Wait, he's never left the workshop." Tony watched in horror as DUM-E hit the door frame before squeezing through, his claw hanging low, carrying the trash bag an inch off the floor.

DUM-E returned, hitting the opposite side of the door frame before bustling inside to Clint's praise.

"You gotta let children spread their wings and fly," Clint said cheekily.

-IronHawk-

A/N: What? Tony communicating? Talking about his feelings? That's crazy!