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Word Count: 454

Pairing: TonyClint

Eggnog

Clint carried the tray over to the table, smiling when his team,ayes each took glasses of the eggnog. Even Tony took a glass, assured by Coulson that it would be alcohol free.

As they all separated, Clint kept one eye on Tony while chatting to Nat and a few of the junior agents.

It was only when he tasted his own eggnog that he realised there was a problem.

"Can you taste alcohol in that?" He asked Nat, frowning.

She looked down at her glass that she hadn't yet taken a sip from and tasted it, eyebrows raising as she nodded.

"We spiked it," one of the juniors said secretively, a large grin on his face. "No point having a party without—Hey!"

Ignoring the startled, wounded squawk from the junior, who was now wearing Clints eggnog, Clint walked across the room as calmly as possible to Tony's side.

"Got a minute, baby?" He asked, smiling apologetically at the agent Tony had been talking to.

Tony nodded and followed Clint to an empty spot by the wall, but before Clint could say anything, Tony smiled at him and placed a hand on his chest.

"I'm fine, Happy had a flask of clean eggnog for me to switch out," he murmured. "No harm, no foul, okay?"

Clint blinked. "How did you know?"

Tony laughed, his eyes crinkling just a little, and Clint might have found that a little bit—okay a lot, sue him—if he wasn't still absolutely seething with the baby agents.

"Come on, butterbean, it's a staff party. Super spies, office workers, or everyone in between are going to spike the drinks if they're non-alcoholic. It's just the way it goes. I was expecting it and I was prepared for it. Let them have their fun, okay?"

Clint sighed, but nodded as Tony leant into him. "Okay, but only if you share your eggnog with me."

"You can drink, Clint, it's not—"

"I'm not coming to bed with you reeking of alcohol. Come on, babe, what kind of asshole so you think I am? And if you think I'd rather drink second rate eggnog than spend a night wrapped around you, you're nuts."

Tony snorted, but eventually he caved. "How did I get so lucky with you, hmm?" He asked, leaning up for a kiss.

Clint chuckled. "Think you got that backwards, genius. Come on, let's go watch the babies make assholes of themselves."

Tony took Clint's offered hand and they returned to the crowd. Clint exchanged a look with Nat, and she smirked with him. He might not be getting the juniors back this evening, but they'd be in for a whole world of pain in their next training session.

He couldn't wait.

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12 Days of Shipmas: Day 12: Someone spiked the eggnog. (or another winter equivalent drink)