Clint and Stark exited the Tower, hopping into the plain sedan that waited for them out front. Clint's concern grew, as they drove calmly through the city streets. A sedan? When did Stark willingly drive anywhere in an unassuming vehicle. Stark stared out the window, watching the buildings flow by.
He had donated generously to the rebuilding of the city, and had set up funds for the families impacted, at Pepper's behest. A plan was in the works to set up a more permanent "in case of alien attack" rebuilding fund, Pepper's idea again.
Clint sat quietly, observing the man's strange behavior. Whatever was on Stark's mind, he'd talk when he was ready.

They drive for a while, passing the library, pulling up outside a freshly refurbished shawarma shop – Clint recognized it as the same one they'd been to after they'd dealt with Loki. Clearly Stark wasn't only contributing to the rebuilding of the city.
It was quiet, despite being the lunch hour, and Stark headed in. The shop had been tastefully redone, dark wood paneling, Turkish silk tapestries hanging on the wall. The man behind the counter came out, giving Tony a massive hug in greeting, and Tony gestured for Clint to take a booth, as he chatted quietly with the owner in Turkish. Clint was mildly impressed.

"Bugün ne istersiniz Stark Bey? Her zamankini mi?" the owner exclaimed.
"Hayır, bugünki farklı olacak." Stark mused, examining the menu over the counter. "Iki döner tabak, iki şiş ve iki nane çayı lütfen."
"Tabi efendim, hemen," the owner replied, nodding to Stark, and calling in to the kitchen.
"Teşekkürler," Stark responded, as he headed towards Clint.

"Ne zaman öğrendin Türkçeyi?" Clint demanded, as Stark slid into the booth.
"Buralara sık gelirim. Ordan buradan kaptım biraz. Dill bilmek önemlidir," he quipped, removing his sunglasses, and pinching the bridge of his nose.
"Elbette," Clint smiled, "But your accent needs work. Although, not bad for a novice Turkish speaker."
"I'll keep that in mind, if I ever decide to join the ranks of S.H.I.E.L.D's field agents," Tony smirked.

The owner brought over two glasses of mint tea, and Clint murmured his thanks, bringing the elegant cup to his nostrils, and inhaling the fragrant scent. He'd always enjoyed mint tea, and this one smelt particularly well brewed.
"You should try their apple tea sometime, if they make it here,"he suggested, taking a small sip.
"Apple tea ?" Tony murmured , from around his cup, "Sounds delicious."

Clint nodded, continuing to sip his tea. Looking at Stark, he could see dark bags under his eyes, the pale cast to his skin now apparent. His hair seemed to have more grey in it, a few silver strands creeping into the man's goatee.

"Stark," he said, speaking clearly, putting his cup down,and leaning back into the cushioned seat of the booth. "What's going on ?"
Tony drained his cup of tea, gesturing towards the counter for a refill. He took a deep breath, waited for his fresh tea to arrive, then began speaking.

"Nothing's been the same since Loki's attack," he spoke, his voice barely above a whisper, "I can't sleep. And when I do , I have nightmares. Dying. Falling from space."
He paused, and cleared his throat.
"Honestly I .. I don't know… if I'm strong enough to keep doing this. To keep fighting. If it means putting the people I care about in danger, if it means, being a hero. It all feels too much."
Clint leaned closer, his voice low.
"Tony, I'm sorry that you're going through this. I understand what you're going through. You're not field trained, and even then, you're in a unique position. I can't say much, except… well, thank you for telling me. But, you need to tell Pepper. And you need to go see a shrink."
Stark snorted softly, a hint of his normal abrasiveness reappearing in his eyes. Clint had never been happier to see such an expression that normally resulted in yelling matches. But he hadn't finished yet.

"I understand that the stress is overwhelming, and I only wish you'd said something sooner,"Clint continued, pausing as the waiter brought over their food. "But it doesn't explain why you were attacking Steve."
Tony flushed, hiding his face in his hands.
"Steve … makes it all look so easy. He's the big hero. He called me out on it. What am I without the suit, without the money. I was … so angry, with him. He never lets it get him down. He's always the Captain. And I … I can't be him. I can't be the hero that everyone wants me to be…"
"So you tried to kill him with alcohol poisoning?" Clint asked, confused by the other man's logic.
"No," Tony responded, a note of annoyance entering his voice.
"I was trying to have a bonding moment. And it wasn't working, and I was getting more drunk, and he was getting more aloof, and he seemed to find it so easy to talk to you and to Nat. You all spend so much time together. Bruce and Pepper have been out of town for weeks now, and I've just been by myself, and I got jealous and …," Tony trailed off.

Clint sat there in silence, digesting the information he'd just heard. Picking up his fork, he picked a piece of meat from his plate, taking a bite and chewing slowly. Swallowing, he took a sip of tea, then responded.
"No one is asking you to be anyone but yourself Stark. Yes, Steve is Captain America, but if you think he's not lonely, you're even more of a dumbass than I am. Why do you think Natasha and I spend time with him ? He's a great guy, but without us, he's alone in this century. You do have Bruce, and Pepper and a whole slew of things to keep you busy. You have an out, you have support, whether or not you realize it. Steve doesn't. Don't compare yourself to him. You are a good man. He trusts you. I won't say you didn't damage that trust with your little stunt, but, I think I know Steve well enough to know that he'll forgive you. He forgave me, after what Loki did. But now you need to apologize to him."

Stark's eyes widened in consternation, his mouth paused in mid-chew.
"You don't need to tell him everything you just told me," Clint laughed, amused at Stark's facial expression. " Just, apologize. Steve will accept the apology. The rest of it will take time."
"I'm going to head down to the house in L.A. tomorrow. I'll talk to Steve before I leave. What about Natasha though…she seemed quite ready to never speak to me again," Tony asked.
"She's mad at you for being a dick to me," Clint explained.
"But she's more mad that you were able to get under her skin in that way. She'd probably appreciate a new toy though. I'll talk to her for you."
"You guys are good together," Tony said, beginning to eat with more enthusiasm.

"We're not together Stark," Clint grinned.
"Natasha and I care for each other a lot, and we'll always be there for one another, but we're not 'together'. It actually keeps things uncomplicated."
"And here I thought you two were keeping each other warm at night,"Tony grinned roguishly.
"Didn't realize what a bachelor pad the Tower's turned out to be. So there's no one in your life ?"

Clint took a sip of his tea.
"No, no one…but there is someone I'm interested in. I'll keep you posted."
He grinned suddenly, "By the way Stark ? The next time you decide you want to make a friend ? Run your plan by me first."
Tony broke into laughter, the expression bringing light back into his face.
" Thanks Clint, I will. And Clint… I am sorry, for everything I said."
"Apology accepted Stark. Now hurry up and finish your food, I want some of that bakhlava."

Transcript of Turkish speech :
"Bugün ne istersiniz Stark Bey? Her zamankini mi?"
"Hayır, bugünki farklı olacak. Iki döner tabak, iki şiş ve iki nane çayı lütfen."
"Tabi efendim, hemen,"
"Teşekkürler,"
"Ne zaman öğrendin Türkçeyi?"
"Buralara sık gelirim. Ordan buradan kaptım biraz. Dill bilmek önemlidir,"
"Elbette."

"What can i get you today ? The usual ?"
"No , something different. Two shawarma plates, two kebabs, and a couple of glasses of mint tea. Keep those coming"
"Of course sir, it'll be right with you."
"Thanks."
"When did you learn Turkish ?"
"I hang out here a lot. Picked up a little here and there. Language skills are useful."
"Indeed."