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Closet Nerds

Clint studied the blueprints carefully. Something had always struck him as slightly off in Avengers Tower. He'd put it down to him not being used to working with a whole team of people instead of just Tasha and Coulson. And then, to him being uneasy about growing fond of those guys. Now, though, that both those issues had been settled, he knew it was something else.

The blueprints were off. There ought to be more space, on this particular floor, than there actually was. Clint's perception of space in general and especially of distances was pretty good. Had to be.

There was only one possible explanation: Somewhere on this floor, there had to be another room. One without a door. Maybe even without windows.

A hidden room. In Avengers Tower.

It wasn't that he assumed Tony might be working on something dangerous – or secretly wasn't only a superhero but also, a supervillain. He was curious, though. What could Tony – for it had to be his room since he had designed this whole tower – possibly want to hide from them?

And how could he get into that room?

Clint's gaze wandered upwards, towards the ceiling. Towards the metal grille that covered the access to the air ducts.

He smiled.

In his workshop, Tony was so enthralled in his current project that, at first, he didn't notice the tiny flashing light that indicated a security breach. When he did, however, he immediately dropped what he had been working on.

Someone had managed to get into his room. The room.

Who the hell –
Tony rushed along the corridors and up the stairs. He keyed in his security code. The hidden door slid open.
Of course. Who else?
Tony glanced at the ceiling. The air duct's cover was missing.
Didn't think of that. Sneaky little bugger.

Halfway across the room, Clint was holding a grey and white striped disc of about the size of a frisbee.

"Uh, I'd appreciate if you'd be careful with that", Tony said, stepping closer. "That's the original, you know?"

Clint turned and frowned at him.
"Original?" he asked. "Not –"

Tony nodded.
"TRON's identity disc. The original one. From the movie."

Clint stared at the disc in his hands. Then, at the room in general. He probably hadn't taken a proper look at it, yet. The disc would have caught his attention because it was one of the centerpieces.

One of the walls was lined with costumes – much like Tony's Iron Man suits were lined up in his Malibu house.

"That's Darth Vader's costume", Clint said slowly.

Tony nodded.
"Right next to Han Solo, yes. And before you ask, they're all originals, too."
He closed the distance between him and the archer and carefully took the TRON-disc from him to put it back in its proper place.
"I bought them."

Clint slowly turned around, taking in the entire room. His eyes widened. The look on his face changed from slightly puzzled to absolutely awestruck within seconds.

"That isn't a Flynn's Arcade T-shirt, is it?" he asked. "Next to those two arcade games?"

"Space Paranoids and the TRON game."
Tony couldn't keep his pride of owning those treasures out of his voice.

Clint gave a soft whistle.
"So, everything in here's an original prop or piece of merchandise?" he asked.

"Yup."
Tony put his hands in his pockets and smiled.

"Wow."
Suddenly, Clint stopped.
"That one, too?"
He pointed at something behind Tony.

Tony turned. He grinned.
"That, too."

Clint's eyes lit up.
"May I –"

"Sit down? Of course."

The archer gave him a look like a kid in a candy store who's just learned he can keep the whole store. He did his best not to hurry over to the chair. Not just some old chair, mind you. James T. Kirk's command chair. The one from the first, the original Enterprise.

Clint slowly lowered himself into the chair and leaned back – almost as if he was afraid it might disintegrate if he wasn't exceedingly careful. It was easy for Tony to spot the reverence of the true fan.

The archer ran his hands over the chair's armrests.
"This is –"
He shook his head.
Suddenly, he straightened.
"Mr. Sulu, set course for Alpha Centauri, Warp seven!"

Tony laughed.

Clint gave him a slightly sheepish grin.
"Sorry, always wanted to do that."

"Same here, that's why I spent a small fortune on that chair. Sometimes, being a billionaire – and a genius, of course – comes in quite handy."

Clint leaned back in the chair. He gazed at the room again.
"You know, I think I'm gonna move in here."

Tony grinned.
"I didn't know you were one of us, Feathers."

"Us?"

"Us nerds."

Clint folded his hands on his stomach and stretched out his legs.
"There's a lot you don't know about me."

"Ah-ha!"

"What?" the archer asked with a slight frown.

"You're not denying it, then! You are one of us!"
Tony beamed at him.

Clint grinned.
"Takes one to know one, as they say."

He got up and cast one last lingering glance at Kirk's chair. Then, he turned to Tony.
"So, are you gonna show me how I can get in here or do I have to use the air ducts again next time?"