Clint was relaxed and focused watching his husband shift his muscle readying for an attack. As Harry foot twitched it signaled Clint to step and lean back as lightning fast kick missed his face. Moving Clint sidestepped coming up behind Harry moving into a position to place a choke hold ducking to miss the flying elbow. It was a well-played dance between the two. Neither one truly connecting their strikes to each other as they moved in tandem, knowing and anticipating each other's moves.

Steve had walked in the middle of the fight stunned at the gracefulness the two partners exuded. Steve walked over to the bench and sat staring and finding it hard to believe that it wasn't choreographed or something. It was simply amazing and humbling. He could tell that neither were pulling their punches or kick but had enough trust in each other to know the other would move before the hit connected. As weird as it was it was rather relaxing.

"Pretty awe-inspiring isn't it?" a voice whispered in his ear.

Jumping slightly, Steve turned to see Natasha standing behind him smiling slightly.

"Yeah. Do they spar often?"

Natasha sat next to him bringing her legs up crossing at the ankles with her hands hanging over the knees.

"Yeah, ever since I've known them."

Steve glanced at Natasha from the corner of his eyes seeing the wistful smile on her face.

"You haven't known your brother for very long?" Steve questioned.

"I found out I had a brother back when Clint and I were partners and working in Budapest. It was pure luck that Harry showed up when he did. Clint and I were in tight spot and Harry just came walking in with a confused look on his face before realizing he had just stepped into basically a stand-off," Natasha told him smiling.

Steve was completely enraptured, "Then what happened?"

Natasha laughed, "He basically recognized me as his sister somehow and since Clint was watching my back, Harry kicked everyone else's ass."

Standing Natasha made her way over to the sparring lovers attacking her twin who promptly blocked the attempt.

Chuckling Steve just watched the small family spar.

Later on…

Steam covered the room as Harry let steaming hot water fill the spacious bathroom that he had transfigured so it could comfortably fit the two of them along with some room for a little play. As the water filled to the correct amount Harry shut it off and began stripping of his work out clothes, stretching a little with a soft smile.

"Hey love," a smooth voice whispered as warm hands caressed Harry's torso.

"Hey yourself" Harry turned to face his husband, "How did your spar with Tasha go?"

"Good, although you distracted me with your bath daydream you whispered in my ear before you left," Clint draped his arms on Harry's shoulders.

"Mmm, you always distract me, with all of your lithe muscles," Harry murmured against Clint's neck.

"How about that bath? Muscles are sore, it's been awhile since I've had such a good work," Clint teased.

Harry pulled back with mock anger, "It's been a while? Why you! I'll show a good work out."

Harry picked Clint up bridal style carried him over to the bath with his workout clothes still on as Harry sat in the water with Clint who gasped, "What the hell Harry? I still have my clothes on!"

Harry smirked and as his fingers ran up Clint's side taking the shirt up as his finger travelled upward before finally dragging it up and over Clint's head and flinging it where it lands.

"Let me worry about your clothes honey, you just sit back enjoy your workout," Harry purred as he worked Clint's wet tight shorts off his delicious lower off.

"How can I sit back when this position isn't comfortable?" Clint tease wiggling around enjoying the low moaned that escaped especially when he ground down on his husband's hard length.

"Here allow me to help you," Harry breathed as he silently casted a feather-weight charm and turned his husband so he was sitting with his back against Harry's chest and legs splayed open.

Cancelling the charm, Harry ran his fingers up Clint's thighs smirking slightly when Clint's head fell back to his shoulder while shiver and a moan. Running his fingers all around the inner leg and traced all along his husband's jewels. Before gently working a single finger in and slowly working his love loose before adding another finger smiling at the little noises his husband was making.

"You…know… this isn't…really…ahh…a workout," Clint gasped out arching as a pleasurable spot was touched.

"Changed my mind, plus it's feels like your abs are," Harry's lips ghosted over Clint's ears as his hand caressed Clint's taunt stomach his other hand moving to Clint's hips. When both of Harry's hands rested on Clint's hips, Harry gently guided Clint and sighed in bliss as he entered his husband and relishing Clint's moan as well. Harry took to easy slowly bringing them to the edge.

As they spilled their release Clint collapsed into Harry's arm and against his chest pliant smiling as Harry's pants sounded against his back and head. When Harry began to gently cleanse their release off their bodies and carried Clint to their bed.

Snuggling close, Clint thought about they should get up and do something however the warmth and strong arms surrounding him lulled him into sleep. He swore he heard a chuckle and vowed to get his husband back just after this little…nap.

Harry smirked as his hubby fell asleep, knowing that he woke up that he was going to be feisty. Good thing Harry knows Clint's kryptonite, brownies and ice cream.

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