Shark Week Part One
Fun fact, I edited Alibi (the first chapter) check it out ^^ Still remains to be my favorite story.
Summery: Tony takes the boys deep-sea fishing and things get…interesting.
"You know," Clint spoke from under his tipped hat as he lounged on the deck of Tony's fishing vessel. "When you said you had a boat I expected something ridiculously bigger."
He heard Tony scoff loudly, "I could buy something bigger if it pleases your archer-ness. I am a billionaire after all."
Clint raised his hat with a finger and locked his eyes on Tony with a smirk. "You say the sweetest things, Stark. Don't let the size of your boat change who you are." Clint pointed to his own heart, "In here." He added with sincere sarcasm.
"Brat." Tony rolled his eyes and glanced over at Steve who was casting out a line into the ocean waves. "Anything biting, cap? I mean, other than Birdbrain's insensitive comments?"
Steve smiled as he sat in one of the deck chairs and turned it around to face the others. "Not yet."
"Fishing isn't about catching fish, Tony." Bruce added from the other side of Clint, he looked completely Zen at the moment with his eyes closed and his muscles slack without the slightest bit of tension.
Clint glanced at Tony who looked appalled. "Not about catching fish? Well I hope someone catches a fish because I told Pepper we'd be eating fish tonight."
Clint snickered a bit and closed his eyes again to enjoy the gentle rocking of the boat. "Don't get your panties in a wad, Tony. If we don't catch anything I'll make that lasagna you like so much."
"Hawkeye's famous lasagna?" Tony perked up with a bright boyish smile.
"Yep." Clint nodded and carefully tipped his hat back down to shade his eyes from the sun. He had forgotten his sunglasses, but Bruce had been kind enough to offer the ball cap he'd brought for himself and taken Tony's ridiculous looking old woven old-man hat.
It wasn't overly shocking that Clint was the fairest of them all. Well, maybe it was. Apparently Bruce and Steve's super serum boost also made it impossible for them to get sun burned. Tony was fairly tan already which helped – base layer and all that. Clint had lost his base tan since he'd been locked in medical for the last few weeks. Thankfully the alien flu he'd come down with seemed to have run its course.
Curse those purple, whatever those creatures were.
"Well, if that's the case," Tony clapped his hand together and spun around in a full circle so he could look at each of the male Avengers present. "Hear that everyone? No fish catching. At all. No fish. None."
Clint chuckled and shook his head. "New rules, Tony has to catch one fish – doesn't matter what size, just one fish – then I'll make lasagna."
Tony glared. "What? I can't do that! It's so uncivilized and gross."
Steve frowned. "Why do you own a fishing boat if you don't like fishing?"
Tony paused with a frown. "Uh. Girls?"
"In my time dames didn't really go fishing," Steve sighed. "At least not the ones I knew. Or, well, that Bucky talked about. I didn't really talk to many girls."
"That is probably the most saddest most pathetic thing you've ever admitted to." Tony shook his head slowly and turned to Clint and Bruce. "The girl's like the dolphin tours. Fishing is for bros."
"You bought it while you were drunk, didn't you?" Bruce asked with a hidden smile.
Tony blinked and hesitated a moment before he bobbed his head slowly with a casual shrug. "Maybe."
Clint stood and stretched his arms lazily in the sun before he jabbed a finger at Stark's chest. "One fish, Stark. One fish and you get lasagna."
"Unfair." Tony grumbled.
"What?" Clint asked casually. "Is the big bad billionaire not up for the challenge?"
Immediately Tony's eyes narrowed. "I never said I wasn't up to the challenge, I'm always up." Tony paused and grinned at the accidental innuendo.
"Poor Pepper." Bruce mumbled from the other side of the boat.
Tony wiggled his eyebrows at Banner before returning his attention to Clint. "I just stated that your little challenge is completely unfair. You did change the rules, after all."
Clint shrugged a shoulder. "In life, things change. If it makes you feel any more secure we can shake on this new deal."
Tony took a minute to visibly consider the offer before he held out his hand to Clint. "One fish and you make whatever I want to eat for a week, any time I want it."
"Look whose changing the rules now," Clint smirked, but shook Tony's hand. "Deal. One fish and I cook whatever you want for a week."
"I'm going to buy you a big chef hat, Barton." Tony said and rubbed his hands together before he moved over to Steve's fishing pole. "So you can look the part when you wait on my taste buds every whim."
"Every whim, huh?" Clint asked, unconcerned. "Can't wait to see that fish."
Tony snorted and glanced at Steve. "So, you're going to help me, right?"
Steve tipped his head to consider before casting a sideways glance at Clint. "Is that allowed?"
Clint shook his head 'no' as Tony nodded.
Bruce laughed lightly and looked out over the landless ocean view. "I think that was a good indication to 'stay out of it,' Steve." He advised.
"Hey!" Tony frowned with a harrumph.
"You probably have a point there, Bruce." Steve nodded, grabbed his fishing pole, reeled in the line and handed it over to Stark. "Have at it."
"Fine, I'll do this with or without your help." Tony announced with a glare that morphed into a twisted smile aimed at Clint. "You never said I couldn't use the suit."
Bruce, Clint and Steve stared dumbstruck for a moment while Tony pulled out a starkpad to summon his suit.
"What?"
"Hell no."
Clint just laughed, which gained him odd looks from the others. "What? I didn't technically say how he had to catch the fish, so he can use his suit." He shrugged. "I'm not saying it isn't cheating, but it isn't against the rules either."
Steve narrowed his eyes at Clint before he turned his glare on Tony. "You said we should leave the weapons at home. That this was a vacation."
"I did." Tony nodded without a glance up. "But this is war."
"War, Tony?" Bruce sighed loudly. "Isn't that a little bit overdramatic?"
"Did you seriously just ask me – " Tony started only to be interrupted with the boat shifting violently underneath him. The starkpad that had been in his hand was flung across the deck and Tony scrambled to grab the back of Steve's swervy chair to stay upright, which kind of made it harder to stay on his feet, but somehow he managed.
"What the hell was that?" Clint asked, gripping his own chair with wide eyes as he glanced around the deck.
"I don't – " Bruce started to reply only for the boat to be struck by, well, the unknown whatever again. This time the boat capsized, sending the four Avengers into the oceans salty jaws.
That was a mean cliffy…but I haven't had a mean cliffy in a really long time.
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