Tony had fallen back off of the bed and practically thrown Clint away from him. Well, it was half him pushing and half Clint allowing himself to be thrown. He wasn't caught off guard. Clint was always very alert of the things going on around him and noticed the shift in Tony's behavior as they were kissing.

"Tones?" Clint asked, uneasy. He tried to touch his boyfriend on his shoulder, but he flinched and Clint backed away with his hands up in a placating manner. And after a few minutes of none of the usual improvement, he gave up. "Tony?...How about I call Nat...Okay. Okay, I'll call her." Natasha was the best and safest option. Rhodey was in America, but he was currently on a base in Florida, somewhere around Tampa. If he called him, he'd probably know what to do, but he'd be pissed. And there'd be hell to pay for not only calling him when he wasn't close enough to just check in on Tony but also the calls that he would give Tony, when possible, checking in on him. Bruce would probably try to kill him, well not Bruce. He had DID, so it would technically be someone else. In reality, Natasha may try to kill him too, but she had the self-control that she would at least take care of the problem before doing so. And Tony had panic attacks; it was a well-known issue. Maybe this wasn't his fault.

"Clint," Natasha answered her phone.

"Hey, Natasha."

"What's wrong?"

"Wh- Tony. He's having a panic attack and I only make it worse. I don't know what to do."

"I'm coming." When she arrived, Clint was shirtless standing near the closet and Tony was trying to control his breathing with his back against the opposite wall.

"You could've put your shirt back on," Bruce came in behind her.

"Hey Tony," Natasha sat down in front of him, "You're doing a good job by yourself. I don't know why Clint called me."

"Birdbrain." He said after a while.

"Yeah... Want to tell me what's wrong?"

"It's... He's going to be mad at me." Tony muttered, finally calming down. Natasha never faltered, but Clint and Bruce looked at each other, equally worried and Clint, with his shirt finally on.

"No, he won't."

"Yes, he will... All those rumors about me because I did. A lot. With girls and after I was able to accept that I was gay, guys. And I hated it, especially afterward. I felt awful, but I did because I'm supposed to like sex. Right? But I don't and with Clint, it's different because I feel like I'm supposed to because I like him. And he wants to and I don't want to disappoint him. And I tried to go with it, but I knew where it was going tonight and I've just always hated sex. I mean honestly, it's pretty gross... I never even really imagine myself- well I guess. But not like I want to. But that's... wrong, right? It's not normal. EVERYONE LIKES SEX!" Tony's words were running together as he became hysterical, almost causing himself to start panicking again. Before either of the other two could reply, Bruce sighed and stepped forward,

"Tony, why haven't you ever said anything? We talk about literally everything," Bruce clicked his tongue, "What you're saying... it sounds like asexuality. Well, sex-repulsed asexuality. You aren't sexually attracted to people and you hate sex right?" Tony nodded hesitantly, then opened his mouth to say something, "I know, I know. But you like guys and want to be in a relationship?... That's romantic attraction."

"I," Tony sniffed and whispered, "That sounds... I didn't know there was a word."

"Of course there is. If I had known, I would have talked to you about. I am too, you know. I'm not sex repulsed, though." Natasha told him.

"Why didn't you ever say anything?"

"I don't know. I wish that I had."

"Hey, if you guys don't mind I think me and Tony," Clint ignored Tony correcting him "Tony and I" under his breath, "have a lot to discuss."

Bruce looked unsure but walked out when Natasha pulled him.

"So what about kissing?" Clint asked abruptly.

"What?"

"How do you feel about kissing? Is it like sex? You just do it because I like it."

"No. I like it. You're a good kisser." Tony smiled and Clint chuckled,

"Okay. So what else? What are and what aren't you comfortable with?"

"Well making out is fun. But sometimes when you kiss me too soon afterward it's... well too much. And I..." his voice faltered.

"Go on. Seriously Tone. I want-need to know. Cuddling?"

"Yeah. That's good," After he said it, he bit his lip like there was something else he wanted to say and with an encouraging nod from Clint, he continued, "Well except for when you.. ahem... you know." And honestly, Clint knew him so well that he really did.

"Okay. No more, unless you change your mind sometime in the future."

"Can we finish this later?"

"Yeah. Of course, let's go join Brush." Tony squawked and shook his head, "No? I'll think of a better one."