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Clint noticed straight away that was something weird about Tony Stark. Noticing was his job and he damn good at it, or else SHIELD wouldn't have bothered rescuing him from federal prison. They weren't the kind of organisation to bother themselves with sub-par people, not if the best was on offer.
They went for the best and they either got them or put them into prison so they couldn't cause trouble. That, or killed them.
So Clint noticed something off with Tony Stark right away.
He just didn't know what - and he knew that Phil wouldn't send him off into harm's way so perhaps it was something he didn't need to know.
He'd keep an eye on him anyway. Whilst it might not put him in harm's way to not know Tony's secret, he was curious by nature. He wanted to know what Tony was hiding. They were teammates now - they were supposed to trust each other. And he did trust Tony, and Natasha and all the others.
Tony just didn't seem to trust them.
Clint didn't know what it was about Tony that alerted his senses, just something about him. Perhaps it was the way that he walked like a spy, quiet and shifting his weight accordingly. He made noise to signify his presence, not by accident like other people. His eyes were strange, almost feline and he walked with a grace that reminded him of Tasha, at her most dangerous.
So when it was discovered that Tony actually was part cat he wasn't surprised. In fact, he found it hilarious and couldn't stop laughing for twenty minutes. On their team they had a demigod, super soldier, giant rage monster, two assassins and what amounted to a giant cat in a metal suit.
Clint barely resisted the temptation to offer him a ball of string, sensing that the matter was a sore one. Tony was proud of the Iron Man suit and everything else he created. If he wasn't going around shouting his genetics to the rooftops then there was obviously something wrong.
Anyway, Clint had prior experience with large cats, even if Tony was the biggest of them yet. He had lived his teenage years in a cirucs, he knew a thing or two about lions and tigers, even if there had only been a cheetah once. He'd never really had a problem with them - the cubs liked to play and their parents were watchful.
It just reminded him of Tony and JARVIS, maybe Tony and Pepper.
Tony was Tony, just a bit more liable to land on his feet outside of the suit.
Clint shifted the quiver of arrows on his shoulder to a more comfortable position before aiming and letting the arrow fly, quicker than the speed of light.
As expected, it hit the centre of the target with a loud thunk. He looked at it critically, before deciding that the shot had been up to his usual standard.
He let loose another twenty or so faster than the first two, imagining Loki's face as the target. it soothed a petty, perhaps, and insatiable urge inside him.
"What you doing?" Asked a voice behind him. He barely restrained his urge to jump and his fingers clenched on his bow before he relaxed them after recognising the voice.
Clint turned around to find Tony. "Training."
Tony snorted quietly. "You were death glaring at the target. I thought it was going to spontaneously combust."
"I was imagining something pleasant to shoot."
"Loki?" Tony asked, barely requiring an answer.
Clint nodded before turning his back to shoot another arrow. When he turned back around after another five Tony was still leaning in the doorway, looking as though he had nowhere else to be so he might as well annoy Clint.
"You're damn quiet when you walk you know," Clint told him. "I'm impressed. I can barely hear you."
Tony smirked slightly. "Wait until Pepper hears that I'm undetectable from Clint Barton, Hawkeye himself." He made to leave the room but was stopped by Clint continung the conversation.
Clint smirked himself. "Let's put it to the test."
Tony tilted his head curiously. it looked scarily simliar to what one of the lion cubs had done back in the circus when presented with a problem.
"JARVIS, stealth training mode please," Clint announced suddenly, and all the targets sunk into the floor, lights switched themselves off and several other things rose out of the floor.
It was only by the glint of Tony's eyes that he could see the smile spreading over his face.
Clint couldn't help but be impressed by the stealth capabilities Tony had obviously inherited from his feline side, and he was willing to admit to it, even if Tony was going to gloat about it for the rest of the day. "That was last place I was expecting you to come from," Clint admitted, astounded by Tony's prowess.
Tony crowed, golden eyes glinting. "Wait 'til I tell Pepper that I beat Hawkeye! No, wait until I tell Natasha!"
And here came the gloating. Clint rolled his own eyes. "I doubt even Natasha would be expecting you from the ceiling. You don't exactly seem to be the person to actually think of that."
Tony stuck his tongue out. "You're just being mean because I beat you!"