Rush

by Wheynet

When Clint is given a reprieve from his psych. evals. he takes a relaxing camping trip, but soon is interrupted by a familiar face- one he thought he'd never see again. With the situation handed to him, Clint must re-evaluate his life, finding out what his life is going to be turned into with a wayward god living in his apartment. (Published on AO3)

11. Me & the Minibar

Clint's recovery in Stark Tower consisted of a lot of sitting around. The entire layer of flesh had been shredded away from the muscle on the side of his knee and, while he was capable of walking, the exposed muscle and nerves seared in pain and made his leg buckle. Only a few days into his stay in the tower he had tried to bear the pain, walking on his own up the stairs to the bathroom. He'd climbed several steps before the raw muscles twitched and he collapsed onto the steel, hissing and grimacing while he caught his breath to gather the strength to continue on. To his embarrassment, Loki had come out of the bedroom in concern after hearing the noise and rushed to his side to help him up, chastising him for moving on his own when he wasn't ready. Clint swatted him away and argued that he'd dealt with worse and that this little scrape was just throwing him off. He was a SHIELD operative, he could take it. Loki called him an idiot.

For the most part, the pair had been left to their own devices in the flat. No doubt Tony had peeked in on them through JARVIS' sensors, but he'd yet to make an appearance. Natasha brought Clint a suitcase of clothes and a couple personal effects- cell, headphones, charger.

Loki had removed the bandages from his face and frowned at the flurry of scabs swiping across his cheek like welding sparks. He worried he would have scars and Clint told him he wouldn't if he didn't pick at them, but that he kind of looked like a badass. The rest of his scrapes and cuts on his hands and elbows scabbed over as well, mostly painless. The bruise on his back from his impact against the edge of the curb ached when he bent over.

Steve showed up after a few days, coming across Clint reclined on the couch with a game controller in his hands, grunting excitedly at the hanging TV screen as he played war with other unseen people. Steve watched another player turn and blast Clint's character with a bazooka, effectively killing him.

"Ah, WeirdBeard, you dick!" Clint shouted at the screen, clicking buttons to revive himself at the rally point. "I'm on your fucking team- blue is friendly, red is enemy!"

Through the speakers around the room a young male voice whined back at him. "Shut the fuck up, man- it's not like it gives them extra kills."

Clint growled and tuned out the joining voices that called out commands and curses, shouting at the other players. Steve looked disappointed at the TV and moved to stand behind Clint's couch.

"Waste of a perfectly good bazooka."

Clint jumped and craned his neck to see the visitor, relaxing afterwards to turn back to his game.

"Hey, Cap. I didn't think you'd come down to see us; Tony hasn't."

"He was really attached to Phil," Steve said as if it explained everything. In a way, it did.

"Yeah, I didn't know they were so close."

"I didn't know you and Phil weren't close."

Clint clicked a few buttons and backed out of the war, leaving the menu open, and he sat up gingerly with a groan. He patted the cushion next to him and Steve took the offer and sat. Clint tossed the controller onto the table with a clang. He leaned his head back and looked up at the ceiling, Steve stared at the tabletop.

"Wondering why I'm okay with Loki being here? Everybody seems to like asking me about it."

"Because it's strange. You were controlled by him."

Loki appeared from a room on the main floor, coming into the common area with a sandwich in hand and reclining on his sofa opposite of Clint and Steve, looking up at the waiting TV screen. He offered no greeting to Steve.

Clint watched Loki take small bites from his sandwich before setting it on the table and reaching for the controller, inspecting it and pushing the buttons until something on the TV moved. He tested the controls, slowly figuring out the game on his own, looking intense with concentration.

"Controlled to do nothing out of the ordinary from what I usually do," Clint admitted. "I'm not happy that I killed other agents, killed civilians, but... Killing is my job. I was bummed when I heard about Coulson for sure; I liked the guy, he let me do whatever the hell I wanted, he trusted my decisions. But in my line of work, there's always that risk you won't come home. He knew that."

Steve considered the archer's feelings, watching Loki tap away on the controller. He moved the entire controller as he moved the character sometimes, like a child would. Like he himself had done when the Avengers tried to get him to play video games.

"If it makes you feel better, Captain," Loki said offhandedly, "Agent Barton already punished me for my actions against your beloved Phil Coulson."

Steve turned to Clint with an accusatory expression. "Punished you?" he asked Loki.

The god still played the game, shooting down his enemies with a look of conniving, but he spoke like they were playing.

"Oh, yes, beat me until my skin was flayed open, and even drove an arrow through my hand. Would you like to see the scar?"

"No," Steve rasped and looked at Clint again, who seemed far away in his own world. Steve was trying to imagine him rounding on the god and beating him senseless and found he couldn't. He couldn't imagine Loki just taking it either.

Clint was listening like a child being scolded by his parents, acting as though the conversation didn't include him. He watched Loki's character on the screen obliterate enemy soldiers. Steve seemed to let the discussion go, finding he didn't have many questions for the two like he thought he might. He watched Loki's fingers move on the controller with growing ease.

"You don't seem to have trouble adapting to Earth," he observed.

"Existing in the realm seems to be an easy feat with a native to guide you," Loki said. "It's the culture that proves to be- not problematic, but..." He paused the game and thought about what he was trying to say. "There is little simplicity in human lives- so many choices, so many things to do, to see; so many things to hear and taste. It's difficult to choose something to delve into- it could be very deep and I could be missing something better in something else."

Clint rolled his head to Steve. "It's the media. Movies, music, the news, TV shows, games. Stuff you have trouble with."

Clint's succinct explanation cleared the confusion for Steve. "Oh, the modern day culture. It's overwhelming, right?"

"Exhaustingly so."

"I felt the same way. I'm still working on it, but you're right- there's a lot to see. I watched the news a lot, but it's depressing."

"To say the very least," Loki huffed and threw the controller to Clint, who resumed his game. Loki sat up on the couch and finished his sandwich. "What have you done to- to catch up on the culture?"

"Honestly? Films. Movies. They're not usually reality conforming, but they teach sayings and behaviors, modern day stuff."

"Yes, but Agent Romanov informed me there are thousands of movies- where do you start?" Loki was interested in Steve's opinion, sitting forward on the cushion and asking honestly. Steve had the same reaction, starting to smile a little with the comfort of another outsider of pop culture.

"I ended up picking a genre and watching everything I could find of it. A lot of movies nowadays use music too. Not like, uh-" Steve rotated his hand in a wheel and stammered until he found his words- "not like orchestra stuff but the music bands and singers make. It brings you a little into the music bit too with that."

"See that is what I'm truly interested in- the music. Movies are but visual books; private plays- music though... this is something exquisite I'm discovering. There seem to be so many shades of music just as there are movies and books."

Clint paused the game to look at Loki curiously, surprised to hear such passion coming from the god. Steve was serious about the discussion and pleased just as Loki was inquisitive and enamored.

"There's more in music than films! Millions of songs, thousands of singers, a hundred different styles. This is where I've taken to films for music samples. Here-" Steve shot out of his seat and strode through the room to another and came back out with a pen and paper. He sat on the floor beside the coffee table and started scribbling on the sheet.

"These are good ones for all of that. Tony's got a whole, uh, well he calls it a drive and I don't really know what that means, but he has a lot of films and all you have to do is ask JARVIS to play them. If he doesn't have one, JARVIS will get it for you."

Steve slid the paper over to Loki, a habit he'd gotten into from being around Tony so much that he didn't hand things to people often. Loki picked up the paper and read the list, a short one but enough to get Loki started on his learning.

"And to discover similar music to what I find?"

"That's what Pandora's for," Clint answered. He held up his phone and wiggled it. "When you figure out what you want, I'll help you with it."

"You have a lot to learn," Steve told the god. As the two locked eyes, finding in each other similar lost souls on the torrential waves of the world, Steve seemed to realize just whom he'd become so friendly with. He became nervous and suddenly stood up, telling the others that he should be going and he thanked Clint for talking with him. He nodded to Loki and said goodbye, marching to the elevator with a confused look on his face. He stopped short just before he entered the elevator and he turned to lock eyes with Loki again, who watched him go with calm wonder. He wanted to say something, but at the last second he decided against it and left.

Clint sniffed and lie back down on the couch, leaving the game paused and the controller tucked against his side.

"Well, that was weird," he muttered.

Loki hummed and agreed, looking at the list of movies in his hand but not reading the words.

"Did you just make friends with Captain America?"

"He seems just as confused about it as we are."

Clint chuckled and shook his head, sighing. "So, are we going on a movie binge?"

Loki and Clint watched movie after movie for a couple days, almost never leaving the couches except to go into the kitchen or the bathroom or back to bed. And after those days of films, Loki set on listening solely to the music from the ones he liked best, using a set of wireless headphones Steve brought him to have JARVIS play the music through.

Clint awoke one morning to find Loki lying on the glass floor against the giant windows, headphones on and gazing out to the bright blue skies above. He hobbled down the steps himself, no longer needing a crutch to get up and down, and he crouched weakly next to the god, listening to the whispers of music emanating from Loki's headphones. Loki rolled his head to look into Clint's eyes, concentrating on something in them and listening intently to the sounds. Clint was content to stare as well, finding lately that he liked Loki's behavior when he discovered new songs- he would stare out at nothing with a look of longing, feeling whatever the music made him feel, maybe dredging up memories that he looked back on with new meaning, or maybe creating fantasy worlds with the things he heard. He was intense, peaceful.

Through the passions of the woman's voice in his ears Loki bent his arm to touch the back of his fingers to Clint's knee, just brushing the archer's resting fingers. They never touched outside of their guest bedroom for fear that Tony or anyone was watching them. They wouldn't be able to explain it away. Just this once, though, Clint thought they could let this one go. He lifted a finger to catch one of Loki's. The god looked askance at their touching digits and then back up into Clint's eyes for a few moments before slowly rising up from the floor and wandering away towards the stairs. He tilted his head gently to signal the archer to follow him, which he did, all the way up the steps and into the bedroom. Clint closed the door behind him and startled when the god stepped up to him and cupped his cheek before leaning in for a long, slow kiss. He leaned into the lips and took to Loki's sudden attention greedily, framing his arms up against the god's sides with a hard grip. He surged up against him, taking his kisses from the taller man and making Loki's breath falter at the rub of Clint's growing arousal on his.

Loki pulled him towards the bed, breaking their kiss when his knees bumped the edge and he sat, looking up at the archer longingly. Clint panted and peeled his shirt off, standing between Loki's legs and closing his eyes when the god's fingers slid up his abs and over his chest in reverence. When those hands drifted back down to start unbuckling his pants, Clint ran his hand over Loki's hair, making him look up in question. He reached behind the god's neck and gripped the back of his shirt in one hand, pulling it up and leading Loki to finish taking it off for him before pushing him back onto the bed and crawling up over him. The blond yanked Loki's headphones off and tossed them onto the bed, causing the sound to come out louder without the barrier of Loki's ears. He pulled the god into another kiss and ground down against him, both groaning into each other's mouths and reaching down together to open Loki's pants, struggling against each other's hands. They settled for frantically undoing their own jeans and exposing themselves just before pressing their bodies together, not wanting to wait any more. Loki's hands slapped onto the ass of Clint's low-hanging jeans and pulled him down hard, jerking his hips up into the others and his breath coming in harsh stutters as their hard lengths rubbed together between their bellies. Clint moaned breathily as he steadied himself up on his arms, bracing himself to grind harder against the god, bringing the pale man to shut his eyes and bite his lip in an attempt to quiet himself. He rolled his hips up into Clint's in time with the music he could still hear, pushing faster as the tone grew passionate and pulsing. Clint's hips began to jerk harshly against Loki's as he felt his body tighten, knowing he would come soon. He noticed the god's movements with the music, discovering the reason for Loki's sudden need and he listened for a moment, recognizing the song. He leaned down and framed his arms around Loki's head, nearly brushing their noses, panting over each other's cheek. He ground down long and hard, drawing a gasp from the god.

"Look at me," he rasped and the god's eyes flew open, meeting Clint's just above him. They stared as they panted into each other, rutting harder and faster as they fought to reach the peak. The archer ground down hard over and over, bending his head down beside Loki's and letting his instincts run away with him, growling with Loki's pants as the god's hands slipped into the back of his jeans and dug his fingers into his cheeks to pull him harder. Clint felt his orgasm nearing, pulling Loki by the hair to kiss him and suck on his tongue until he felt that staggering heat in his insides and he came, jerking against the god and moaning, feeling the warm fluid spill from his length and slick against Loki's. Loki gasped at the wet sensations making the two slide together and he bucked up in his final ruts against the agent, huffing hard and raising his legs to grip Clint's hips between his thighs and squeeze as he came, scraping his nails up Clint's back and letting his head tilt back as he rode it out.

Their movements slowed from their halting spasms until they lie limply against each other, gasping for breath. Loki ran his hand up the welts he'd scratched on Clint's back and up to his head, touching their lips softly as Clint's heaving chest pushed against his. Clint felt the brushes of Loki's lips against his and he opened his eyes to see the god mouthing the ending words of the song he'd had on repeat all morning, realizing this song meant something strong for Loki, or was beginning to mean something. Clint rubbed his cheek against the god's as the song came to it's chanting ending, beating hard and loud as they came down from their high.

The song went back to the beginning again even as the two lay completely still against each other, unwilling to get up. Eventually Clint's leg began to shake and he gently rolled off to the side with a groan and Loki sighed.

"It was too soon- your leg."

Clint snorted and turned onto his back, pulling the headphones out from under him and setting them further away. He trailed his fingers lightly down his abdomen, feeling the damp skin around his softening length from their fluids.

"I didn't even feel it until we were done. Sounds like it was worth it."

Loki hummed in agreement and tucked himself back into his pants, frowning at the damp pull it had against his briefs. He sat up and looked at Clint, still exposed and looking content, eyes closed and a slight smile on his lips. He got up and found the orange bottle of pills, taking one to the archer. Clint took the pill from him, catching his long fingers and pulling him down onto the bed again to kiss him before swallowing the pill dry. Loki grasped Clint's limp member and tucked it away for him, telling him that he wasn't going to spend the day in bed, no matter how tempting it sounded. He picked up his shirt from the floor and buttoned it up, waiting for Clint to find his own before leaving the bedroom for the living room again. Loki combed his fingers through his hair as he descended the stairs, swinging the headphones loosely in his other hand. He sat on the couch and called for JARVIS to turn on the television, asking him to pick a movie for him while Clint went into the kitchen, hungry from their exercise. He made a sandwich and picked a fruit for Loki, dropping it in the god's lap for him to inspect. He never put any food into his mouth without first checking it over.

The sound of the elevator drew their attention and they looked towards it, watching the doors swoosh open and Tony step out with outrage on his face.

"What the hell was that?" He demanded, stomping over to the couches.

Clint was thrown by Tony's sudden appearance and then his vague question. "Uh... An apple?"

"I mean the trip into the bedroom and back; are you women now, you have a herding instinct to use the bathroom together or what?"

The blood rushed out of Clint's face and he knew then that Tony had been watching, but the genius didn't need a camera in their bedroom to know something had just happened. They had gone into the bedroom without words and come back out with their shirts rumpled and Loki's hair disheveled.

Tony crossed his arms, bulging the muscles to make himself look bigger and he stood his ground. "Come on, throw me an explanation- something that says you weren't just getting some with the guy who brought lizard aliens to Earth. You-" he backed away from Loki as the god began to sit up- "you stay right where you are. I'm not hearing any singing, Tweety, what's your reason?"

"I- I don't have a reason," Clint stammered, heart pounding in his chest with fear.

Tony seemed to be at a loss with Clint's lack of explanation, having hoped that there would be a stupid but plausible reason for their time together outside of the cameras ever-watching eyes. He stood dumbfounded, trying to catch his breath. He must've run from wherever he was to the elevator to get to them.

"I know you hate him, Tony," Clint murmured, looking everywhere else but at the bearded man. "But- I don't."

That made Tony scoff and start laughing unnervingly. He rubbed his face with both hands and inhaled sharply. "Don't you think you should? He tried to conquer us- He killed innocent people, brainwashed you to work for him; he fucking threw me out of a window! He killed Phil!"

"Phil had it coming!" Clint shouted, drawing a light gasp from Loki behind him, making Stark stare in disbelief, astounded. "He knew what the risks were and he still went to Loki alone, with a prototype weapon that he wasn't even sure would work- Didn't even know what it would do, and in the end it didn't do anything! I saw the footage, Stark, I know what happened."

"Yeah, you're right, it was stupid of him to go alone," Tony agreed angrily. "But that doesn't mean it's okay to sleep with the asshole that murdered him!"

"That's my decision to make- I've made my peace with Phil's death. A long time ago." The fight left Clint's body, tired from the stress of living in Stark's tower. "It was war, and there are always casualties in war. From my training, because of SHIELD, the saying 'better him than me' is the rationale. I know you're not a soldier, you want the whole team to come out on top when the battle's won, but that just can't happen."

He sighed and sat on the arm of the couch, feeling Loki's hand slip onto his shoulder to hold him gently. He reached his hand up to lay it over the god's and he let his head hang down, exhausted just from this conversation. Tony stared at their joined hands with waning anger, trying to make sense of the situation.

"How long have you been together?" he asked.

"'Together' as in 'since the punishment began' or 'since the feelings'?"

"The second one."

"A week, maybe a couple days more."

Tony grunted, tapping his foot on the glass floors before moving to throw himself down on the couch opposite of Loki's.

Loki squinted at the sharply bearded man. "You thought we were lovers long before this."

Tony didn't answer him, settling back on the cushions and staring down at his lap. Clint was relieved the shouting episode was over and he grabbed his sandwich off the table and finally took the first bite of it. He stayed seated on the arm and let Loki sit beside him on the sofa, trailing his fingers lightly down the archer's back. After a moment Tony jolted out of his seat and headed to the bar behind the two, deciding it was time to break out the hard stuff. He glanced at his watch and nodded, pouring himself a double and sipping it, looking out of the windows over the city. Most of the damage the Chitauri caused had been fixed, people didn't think about the buildings or their lives thrown into disarray so much as talk about the aliens. No UFOs or beams of light, just snarling lizard-beasts who could fly high-tech sleds.

When he glanced at Clint and Loki on the sofa, facing away from him, Tony thought they looked like kids sulking after a harsh dressing down from their teacher.

"Who else is in the loop on this?"

"No one," Loki said. "We would prefer to keep it between us."

"Yeah, I can see why," Tony chuckled. "Man-Out-of-Time is still getting used to the idea of generally accepted homosexuality- I think he'd bust a seam in the ass of his pants if he knew about you."

He came out from behind the bar with a two glasses and set one of them on the metal table as he passed by to his couch across from the pair. They looked at Tony questioningly and he nodded at Loki.

"There's your drink," he said. "What about SHIELD?"

Clint chewed his sandwich and shook his head. "I'm already grounded, there's not much worse they can do to me, but... If they knew: test after test, life in a padded cell. Maybe they'd kill us. Nat would- She'd understand maybe, but she wouldn't like it. She'd never be my friend again knowing I was happy to have him around rather than just taking it as a duty, we would be coworkers from then on, that's it. I think Fury already thinks I'm crazy. He gives me that loco eyeball all the time."

Tony took a swig of his dark drink and Loki had his grasped in his hand, sniffing the contents. "Well it certainly doesn't count in your favor that you're getting together when you know he's killed people. But, we've all killed people, haven't we. And Pep's still willing to be with me through it all. Does that make her crazy? Probably to other people, but to me she's my world. When I'm not thinking about genius stuff, of course. Or flying around. Which reminds me: you hear about your bike?"

Clint perked up and looked worried. "No, I'm sure it's all torn up."

"It is- it's in my lab. Wanna see it?"

"Yeah!" Clint got up with Tony and they headed towards the elevator. "Can Loki come?"

Tony looked over the god scrupulously and then relented, warning him not to touch anything. So they moved into Tony's labs, punching in a code to allow them access, and then Tony pointed at the mess of bent and twisted metal that was Clint's motorcycle on a table. Clint circled it with a look of sadness on his face, picking up a chunk of clear plastic that was shaped into the face of a man.

"I guess the Widow had every man in SHIELD combing the street for all the pieces," Tony said. "And, really?- Indian? I thought you'd be a Harley man."

"I was considering it, but then I came across Indian and there's native in my blood- I thought it was funny at the time." Clint set the face down and sighed at the wreckage. He loved that bike. It was the first thing he'd bought with his SHIELD paycheck, all shiny and new from the dealer. Only thing he did to change it was the paint job. Tony commented on the non-customized status of the bike with a hint of disappointment. But Clint wasn't a mechanic, he couldn't make those kinds of additions or customizations on his own, and he hadn't looked into having a shop do it either. The motorcycle performed well and the paint was the only thing that mattered to him at the time of purchase. He told Tony as much and the bearded man shook his head and offered to fix it, much to Clint's surprise. The bike was torn up and would require extensive repair, but Tony seemed to be chomping at the bit to get his hands on it.

"Can't say I can repair your paint job though," Tony admitted.

Loki, who had been wandering the perimeter of the lab, adhering to Tony's wish that he don't touch anything, turned around to face the other men. Tony saw the movement and tensed, but seeing as Loki merely watched them curiously, he relaxed a little.

Clint ran his fingers over the scarred paint of the bike and sighed. "Yeah... I'll take it somewhere, get a new design I guess. My helmet too-" he picked up the helmet on the table beside the remains of the bike and turned it around, checking the deep scuffs that whipped away the paint on one side. "Gotta get Loki a helmet for sure now."

Tony agreed and watched Loki walk behind his desk and peer into the digital screens, talking quietly to JARVIS.

"Could've ended up a lot worse," he guessed as he looked at the healing scabs over the god's face.

"Yeah... You sure got time to fix this? I can just take it to a shop, or get a new one."

Tony waved him away and went to open a large toolbox. "I've been bored for days- this'll give me something to do for one or two. Maybe more; depends."

"Thanks."

"No prob- Hey!"

Loki froze as he was pulling open a drawer and looked guilty.

"Do the words 'no touchy' mean nothing to you?"

Loki left the drawer open and sighed. "Your resident ghost was instructing me on where to find a 'tablet'."

"What- Why? JARVIS, you heard me say he couldn't touch anything!"

The AI sounded as though he was nodding his head in apology. "Forgive me, sir, but he merely asked for a medium for artistic purposes."

"Like a sketch for the design he'll use to paint my blood on the walls- I don't think so."

Loki huffed in exasperation and let his arms flap down to his sides. "Either you let me borrow this tablet or I request Steve Rogers to get it for me. He's grown to like me I think."

Clint whistled, impressed. "He's got you, Tony- Steve's an artist, he won't deprive someone else artistic release. He'll go behind your back to get the tablet if he has to."

The thought was actually a funny one, and Clint chuckled at it while Tony looked scandalized.

"JARVIS would probably help him too," Tony grumbled. "Fine, take it. There's a pen in there too. But know I'll be watching you! I can monitor everything you do on that thing and you look into anything suspicious- I'm taking it back."

Loki rolled his eyes and reached into the drawer for the tablet and pen, cradling it to his chest. "Yes, Mother."

Clint snickered as Loki went to his side, smiling at the fact he'd made Clint laugh. Tony just shook his head and mumbled as pulled a blow torch and mallet out of his giant toolbox.

"Fucking lovebirds."

The door to the lab opened and JARVIS greeted the newcomer.

"Hello, Dr. Banner."

Loki spun around to face the doctor, eyes wide in trepidation.

Bruce was looking down and tapping on the tablet in his hand as he walked into the labs. "Hey, JARVIS." He looked up to ask- "Is Tony in..."

His steps slowed to a stop as he spotted Loki, who slowly stepped behind Clint, reaching out to grasp the back of the blond's shirt. Clint was a little fearful himself, knowing that Loki had no magic to protect himself if Hulk showed up, and Tony and Clint amounted to a thumbtack-in-the-toe irritation for him. They'd be ripped apart if they tried to protect Loki from him.

Tony seemed to not feel the tension in the room, or maybe he just didn't care, as he set his blowtorch down and walked over to Bruce with a smile.

"When am I not in?" he said and Bruce looked away distractedly from the god, choosing to turn away with Tony when the genius wrapped an arm over his shoulders and led him to the desk. Tony waved a dismissing hand at the two in the corner.

"Don't mind them- they were just leaving. You remember me saying Clint got a new pet? That's him. He's being housebroken, so just ignore him."

Bruce glanced back at Loki and then promptly forgot about him as he started talking excitedly about some new theory he wanted to bounce off the inventor. Clint slowly grabbed Loki's hand and led him out of the labs silently and quickly. Bruce glanced up and made eye contact with the god and then noticed the pair's joined hands as they left, but he looked away and continued ranting with Tony.

In the elevator up to their guest floor, Loki kept Clint's hand in his with a painful grip, eyes still wide but his heart rate slowing to its normal pace as they moved to the relative safety of their rooms. Clint released a lungful of air and squeezed Loki's hand in return.

"Well that was tense."

"To say the very least," Loki whispered.

They entered their flat and Loki promptly threw himself onto the couch, calling for JARVIS to show him where the art application was on his newly acquired tablet. Clint smiled at him and went into the kitchen, grabbed a couple sodas and brought it to the god, leaving it on the metal coffee table for him. Loki maneuvered through the tablet finding the art application, 'design interface' JARVIS called it, and he started testing the brushes, the colors, discovering layers and opacities. Clint laid down on the opposite couch and turned on a movie, laughing when he found that one of the actors resembled Director Fury. Even Loki agreed. When it was over and Clint got up to take their empty cans into the kitchen, he leaned down behind the god and nuzzled the top of his head as he looked at the sketches on the tablet. Loki dropped the front of the tablet onto his chest and looked up at Clint with a frown on his face.

"What?" Clint asked. "I can't look?"

"No."

The archer humphed and leaned down further to kiss him, causing Loki to look nervous, but Clint shrugged.

"I figured since Tony knows now- he's the only one that can watch the cameras..."

Loki seemed to understand then and he set the tablet aside and got to his knees on the couch, wrapping his arms around Clint's neck and kissing him hard. Clint moaned and kissed him back.

"Nice to not have to hide from the cameras, huh?"

"Mmm."

Clint had his arms around Loki's waist and leaned their foreheads together, breathing softly.

"What's with you and this art stuff suddenly? I didn't know you did that."

"I learned magic and art and many other things as a child- trying my hardest to beat Thor in the things he detested and therefore failed in."

"And what are you drawing that I can't look at?"

Loki puffed air through his nose and closed his eyes, embarrassed. "It's one possible design... for your motorcycle. If you wanted it. You told Stark it would need new art and I thought-"

"You're gonna paint my bike?" Clint grinned, making Loki click his tongue and grind his forehead against the blond's in a shallow shake of his head.

"You only need say so if you wish another to make a design."

"No, no. Do it. I won't peek." He squeezed the god's middle and groaned. "You gonna paint our helmets then too?"

Loki hummed at the squeeze and let his hands wander down Clint's shoulders and chest. "If you'll allow it."

"Oh yeah," he murmured, brushing his fingers at small of Loki's back and touching their lips again. He leaned the god back, climbing over him as he laid him down and took Loki's tongue into his mouth. Loki ran his hands under the blond's shirt, bunching it up around his arms and lightly scraping his nails on his sides, drawing a moan from the archer that vibrated his tongue.

"Sirs," JARVIS' voice interrupted. "Mister Stark has requested you refrain from any sexual contact while in view of the cameras."

Clint growled in frustration as he broke away from the god and sat on his hips. "Tony, you fucking cock-blocker."

Loki seemed to pay the interruption no mind as he gripped Clint's hips and pulled him against the bulge growing in his pants, laying his head back and humming. Clint rolled his hips into his as well, with an exasperated sigh when Tony's voice came over the speakers like a master commanding his dog.

"Stop it!"

Clint growled and hauled Loki up by the hand, running them into the bedroom and out of Stark's sight.