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Clint startles as he is suddenly grabbed by the shoulders from behind. Normally, that would be the kind of thing that would get the perpetrator thrown bodily about ten feet in front of him, but he can feel the circle of Tony's arc reactor pressed against his back. And really, he's getting much more used to this kind of weirdness after joining the avengers.

"What do you think you are doing, Stark?"

"Hiding. Don't move."

"No problem, it's not like we are standing in the middle of a street or anything."

Tony curses and pushes Clint to the sidewalk, keeping himself behind the archer the whole time.

Clint waits a couple of minutes, and then says. "I think this would be a good time for an explanation."

"Crazy Suzie."

"A better one, please."

"She's my ex, and completely crazy. She cannot see me, do you understand? She'll kill me."

Tony's face is smashed against his shoulder blade now, and he can feel the other man's hair tickling his neck. People are starting to look at them now, and passersby are giving them a wider berth than normal.

"Which one is she?"

"Blue sundress."

Clint whistles as he spots the girl in question. She's definitely a looker, and the sundress is showing off her legs nicely. Tony pinches him in the lower back in retaliation. "Keep your head in the game, dude. Don't be lulled into a false sense security. Last time I saw her, she attacked me with an electronic toothbrush."

"Why an electronic toothbrush?"

"Because…and this point is important, so try to keep up with me here…SHE'S CRAZY."

Clint winces as the Tony's yelling finally catches the attention of his ex. Whatever his talents may be, the guy was terrible at subterfuge. She makes her way over to them, peering around Clint curiously. Tony lets out a sound that sounds suspiciously like a whimper.

"Okay, just follow my lead. I'll protect you from the hundred pound girl." Clint tries to sound supportive instead of mocking. He's not sure he succeeds, but it's the thought that counts.

"Tony?" Crazy Suzie is right in front of them now.

Clint replies, "Sorry, Ma'am. I think you are mistaking me for someone else."

"He's right behind you."

"There's no one behind me, ma'am."

"I can see him, he's right there."

"It must be the heat, makes me see things sometimes too. Let's ask this gentleman over here, just so that you are convinced." Clint puts out a hand and grabs a guy in a suit who is passing by. "Sir, this lady seems to think there's a guy hiding behind me, I don't. Could you please help us clear up the confusion?" He pulls up his t-shirt so that his gun holster is clearly visible.

"There's nobody there," the man stammers, before scurrying away.

Clint turns back to the woman with a smile. "See, Ma'am."

"I'm so sorry, this hasn't happened to me in a while. I'll probably need to change my medication again, it's such a hassle."

"That's quite all right, could happen to anybody."

Tony finally comes out from behind him after she is a safe distance away. "That was genius," he admits grudgingly.

Clint smirks and brushes an imaginary fleck of dust from his shoulder.