Ok, this one took a while and I'm not really sure whether it isn't kinda OOC but - well, the image just got stuck in my mind and there it is! Yay! :D

I Darn Well Hope I AM Dreaming!

Afterwards, Clint decided that he would never ever sit with his back to the entrance again when joining the others for a meal. He didn't get a proper warning. He heard Rogers' footsteps – when he thought about it later, he realized they had sounded a little odd – and the next thing he knew was that Stark was spitting out his mouthful of coffee. Right at him. He tried to dodge but the coffee hit his shoulder.

"Hey!"

Stark just pointed at something behind him, eyes and mouth wide open.

Clint frowned.
"What?" he asked. "Don't be ridiculous, that's only –"

Rogers, he had been about to say. He had turned while speaking and was now looking at the man himself. Rogers gave him a somewhat nervous, shy smile.

"Good morning", he said and sat down.

Clint kept staring at him. From the corner of his eye he saw that Banner and Tasha, too, had stopped moving.

It wasn't that Rogers joined them for breakfast. He often did that since he had moved into the tower. It was his – what exactly did you call that kind of – thing? Attire? Clint could only describe it as "Steve N. Furter", right down to the high-heels. In red, white and blue. Plus pink marabou feathers – were those his, actually? – around the neck.

Banner, not Stark, was the first of them to find his voice again.

"Uh, nice – outfit, Steve. If I may ask – what's the occasion?"

"Well …"
Rogers gave them all such a sweet and shy smile that, had it been anyone else, Clint would have immediately suspected it was false.
"Clint took me to watch that movie, a few days ago, and I realized that what life really is all about is always being true to yourself. 'Don't dream it – be it', right?"
He shrugged.
"Back in my time, I couldn't. But nowadays, people are so much more accepting …"

Stark glared at Clint, Bruce frowned at him and Tasha raised her eyebrows.

"What? It's not my fault!" Clint protested.

"You showed him the movie!"
Stark pointed at him.
"Of course it's your fault that he's dressed up like – like –"

"A sweet transvestite from Transsexual, Transylvania?" Clint finished with a grin.

Rogers bit his lower lip and looked down at his plate.

"That's not funny", Banner chided.

"Of course it is!"
Clint glanced at Rogers to check if he was right. Yup. The dear captain definitely was trying not to laugh. Not obviously so or the others would have noticed, too.

"Right, if it's so funny, you explain to Fury why Captain America's suddenly turned into Captain Superfreak", Stark snapped at him and turning to Rogers quickly added: "No offense, buddy."

Rogers just waved it off.

They finished breakfast in silence. Clint somehow managed to keep a straight face. Rogers hid behind his mug or cereal bowl most of the time. The others kept stealing more or less obvious glances at him. They left almost immediately after finishing their breakfast.

Clint stayed. He propped his chin up on his folded hands and watched Rogers.
"So – how long you gonna let them stew?" he asked.

Rogers shrugged.
"Not sure. Next Friday maybe?"
He grinned.
"I want to see Stark's face when I tell him I'm going to see that the Rocky Horror Picture Show again and this time, dressed like this."
He gestured at himself.

Down the corridor, Stark, Tasha and Banner stopped dead in their tracks when they suddenly heard the Hawk howl with laughter.

Stark closed his eyes.

"Right, how about we sit down in a circle, hold hands and pray we're just dreaming? Because if those two –" He jerked his thumb back over his shoulder. "- decide to team up on us, it's gonna be hell. Just imagine."
He opened his eyes again.
"The Hawk's dirty, devious little mind and Mr. Innocence to carry out his schemes …"

More laughter from the living area.

Tasha shook her head.
"Prayers won't help. What you really want is an exorcist ..."