Once inside the doors of their private room Tony lost it.

"YOU'RE HUSBAND. ARE YOU KIDDING ME BARTON?" Tony said.

"It's just for a few days. This is a couples retreat. I needed a partner,"

"Why didn't you tell me? You blindsided me," Tony said.

"If I had told you would you have come?" Clint asked as he sat on the bed and took his shoes off.

"No absolutely not," Tony said as he took out his presumably normal phone to the naked eye but it was full of spyware.

He hit Pepper's name and he was anxious to call her.

"Hi honey," he said looking into the camera at Pepper's smiling face.

"Remember no specific details. Things are safer that way," Clint whispered.

"How's paradise?" she asked.

"I wouldn't exactly call it paradise. I'm undercover as Barton's husband," Tony said and his face turned into a grimace.

Pepper couldn't help but burst into laughter as she took the phone outside.

"Anyway I love you. Tell Maguna I'll call her to say goodnight," he said.

"Love you too," she said as she hung up.

Pepper put on the news and took advantage of the momentary silence. She laid back and was listening when something caught her attention and she opened them suddenly. There was a prison riot at Coxsackie Correctional Facility in Greene County, NY. It was only an hour away but it was maximum security so Pepper was sure that they'd have it under control soon. She put it out of her mind and went to go and catch up on some laundry.

Tony unpacked his clothes and looked at Clint.

"What's the plan? Who are we watching and why?" Tony inquired.

"His name is Ivan Popov, an international thief. He mostly steals jewels but he has been known to steal artifacts and other things of value and we were tipped off that he was going to steal something here in Trinidad and we need to find out what it is and stop him," Clint explained.

"And we're supposed to find this out how?"

"With your tech and some skills from me. He's at the retreat. It's a cover for his next hit," Clint continued.

"So what's the first thing on the list?"

"I need you to set up cameras in here in case they break into our room so we can see what they've done,"

"Why would they break into our room?" Tony asked.

"They probably won't. It's just a precaution in case they are onto us and they want to see what we have on them,"

"On it," Tony said as he pulled out the small selection of tech he was allowed to bring and started bugging the room.

"Oh and we need fake names. You're Edward Hamptom and I'm Clyde Bell," he said, handing Tony a fake I.D.

"And then what?"

"I grabbed the itinerary. Couples yoga and then dinner," Clint said, handing Tony the paper.

"Good thing my ass looks amazing in yoga pants, but for dinner I will be the belle of the ball," Tony said as he changed into some athletic clothes. Clint did the same and they went to find the yoga studio.

When they got there they sized up the place and Tony didn't need to see a picture to know which one was Ivan Popov. He was flashy and had on gold athletic pants and his wife had striking red hair swept up perfectly with big golden accent barrettes and not a hair out of place.

"Hello everyone, welcome to couples yoga. I'm Janelle and I'll be your instructor for the evening. We're going to start with some really basic partner breathing,"

Tony and Clint followed everyone's lead and got into the poses and started their breathing. Clint was watching Tony slip into each position with ease.

"Come on this is forward fold, feet to feet and grab my arms and lean back while you pull me down," Tony said.

"I didn't realize you were so limber T- Eddie," Clint whispered to him.

"Me and my bestie Pepper do yoga. You know she's very flexible and it drives her husband wild,"

Clint was amazed.

"Ok my turn to pull you," Tony said as he sat upright and pulled Clint towards him.

"Not so hard Eddie," Clint groaned.

"Those jacuzzi jets are really gonna be useful later," Tony said.

After yoga Tony and Clint went back to the room to refresh before dinner.

"I'm going to plant this device on him at dinner," Tony said as he held up a very tiny recording device Tony said when he got out of the bathroom.

"Just don't do anything stupid," Clint warned him.

"Have you seen what this can do?" Tony asked as he put it on his jacket.

Clint was staring at it waiting for the magic. Tony hit the device in his ear and the device disappeared.

"What the-

"Yes, I've been tinkering with my nanotech. This was another accidental discovery," Tony said proudly.

"I'll admit it Tony that is pretty cool,"

"Hurry up and get in there so we're not late for dinner. There's still some hot water left," Tony nudged him.

Clint was under the water and felt pain in areas he hadn't stretched for years. He was slightly jealous of how limber Tony was and he was going to talk to Laura about couples yoga when he got home.

Pepper was in the living room and she was still watching the news about the prison riot and then something even more daunting came across the screen. There was a category 3 hurricane brewing in the Caribbean and Tony and Clint agreed not to tell Pepper and Laura what island they were on for safety reasons. She was nervous, but she was sure that the islands had their own safety protocols for these situations if the hurricane hit whatever island they were on at all. And just then the phone rang and it was Tony.

Pepper opened the facetime and she had a big smile on her face when she saw Tony.

"You look handsome," Pepper said as she was giving baby James her breast milk.

"Is that Daddy?" Morgan asked as she came running into the room.

Pepper nodded and handed her the phone.

"Hi Daddy," she said.

Pepper watched as Tony and Morgan got into a discussion about some scientific stuff that she knew nothing about. After a couple of minutes she heard him say goodnight and Morgan gave the phone back to her and took off.

"You should have seen me at couples yoga. I was the star of the show," he said.

"You and Clint did couples yoga?" Pepper asked.

"We are at a couples retreat," he reminded her.

Pepper laughed.

"Look Pep I gotta go. Talk soon," he said as he headed out to meet Clint for dinner.

When Tony arrived downstairs Clint was there waiting for him and he grabbed his hand. They were brought to the table and Janelle, their yoga instructor, was there to greet them.

"Edward, Clyde join us," she said pointing to their seats.

"Sorry we're late. My husband likes to look his best," he said, pulling Tony's hand to his lips and kissing it.

"Well let me introduce everyone to you. This is Bob and Stacy, Hillary and Jan and Ivan and Stefania," she said.

"Great to meet you," Tony said as he took his seat next to Ivan and Clint sat next to Tony.

"So where are you from?" Ivan asked Tony with his thick russian accent.

"I grew up in New York but we moved to Denver. We wanted to live someone quieter," Tony said quick on his feet.

"What do you do?,"

" I'm in the electronics business. It's a small start up. What about you?" he asked Ivan as he reached into his pocket for his slipped it on the inside of his hand and patted Ivan on the back while he spoke.

"You had a piece of fuzz," Tony said quietly when he got a strange look from Ivan but the device was delivered. Tony quickly pretended to scratch his ear to make the device disappear.

They continued to speak about details of their lives and get to know the couples. Bob and Stacy took a real liking to them and they were allies in Tony's eyes.

"Do you have kids?" Stacy asked them.

"Just one and he's all grown up. His name is Paul," Tony said, showing her a picture of Peter.

Clint kicked him under the table and he kicked him back.

"He moved to New York to "find" himself and I think that's when our marital troubles started," Tony blurted out.

Everyone looked down at their plates in uncomfortable silence.

"Oh come on, no need to be awkward about it. That's why we're here isn't it? We can't be the only couple that hasn't had sex in over three months," Tony said addressing the elephant in the room.

"Edward, I think that's a discussion for your private therapy session," Janelle said.

Tony downed his third bourbon and he was waving down the waitress for another when Clint grabbed his arm and pulled it down.

"I think you've had enough," Clint said.

"Come on Honeybear let me have some fun. You always do this. He always does this. He never lets me shine. He says I drink too much, I overshare, I embarrass our son and that's why he moved away,"

"I think it's time for us to go and for Eddie to get some sleep," Clint said, grabbing Tony by his hand and pulling him away.

Clint was fuming and he was holding it in until they got back to the bedroom.

"Did I sell it or what?" Tony said, tossing his blazer onto the back of the chair.

Clint picked the jacket up and threw it angrily.

"No you did not sell it,"

The jacket landed on the table and knocked over a bottle of soda all over it.

"This is John Varvatos dude. Dick move," Tony said as he grabbed the jacket.

"We are on a mission. We're here to blend in and gather intel not draw attention to ourselves," Clint scolded him.

"It's called a diversion dipshit. While I was carrying on about marital problems, I planted another device in his phone and one in his wife's purse,"

Clint went silent and stared at Tony and didn't know what to say. He felt like a jerk but he refused to apologize. Tony was staring at him with his arms crossed .

After another minute of silence Tony began to speak, "What can i say except "you're welcome"" he sang from the movie Moana that Morgan made him watch 100 or more times.

Tony decided that if his "husband" was giving him the silent treatment that he would do the same. He stripped down to his underwear and tank and got into bed and turned away from Clint. Clint finally shut the light and joined him in bed.

"Thank you. I'm sorry I freaked out on you," Clint finally said.

"I'm sorry. I didn't hear you. Could you say that again?" Tony said with a smirk.

"I'll buy you a new jacket if you shut up about it," Clint said.

Tony laughed.

"You can't afford that jacket,"

"Go to sleep Tony," Clint said.

"I would if you could stop passing that horrible gas. Do you fart like that in bed with Laura?" Tony asked.

"No way she's my wife. I know better than to do that in bed," Clint said.

"Well I'm your husband and I would prefer it if you would refrain from farting in bed," Tony said and he closed his eyes for sleep.