#tonyclint

[nethandrake]

“(CLINT GETTING REJECTED THO, RIP CLINTTONY AHAHSAKJSAKJAS)”

God how mad would ClintTony make Steve? Clint is already Steve’s annoying little brother figure, imagine!! Like, your annoying brother figure gets together with your longtime crush/maybe-ex/soulmate?!?? How could you get out of bed in the morning??? And the shenanigans ClintTony get up to and the bad luck that befalls them both. I can totally see them as like, aromantic to each other FWB, they hang out and make out sometimes while watching bad TV and then the apartment catches fire thru NO fault of their own and they have to go crash at Steve’s lol.

Please imagine a scenario of Tony proposing to Clint for purely platonic and monetary reasons because he does care about Clint and Clint needs healthcare lol, and Clint accepting cuz even when they get divorced Clint gets money, and Steve is probably dying and frothing at the mouth because how dare! You use Tony? You use Tony and do not treasure Tony when he lets you kiss him?? Jail. Jail for Clint. Also for Tony for bad taste.

Nat literally spends the 2 weeks ClintTony are “dating” stalking Steve to make sure he doesn’t go do something stupid and she tranqs him every time he gets to close

Honestly, any relationship that Tony has that isn't with Steve makes him mad, lbr (ex: the first time Tonyjan dated) but I think Clint bagging Tony would just send him snapping, even if it's mainly platonic because NO ONE CAN HAVE HIM BUT ME. And when he finds out it's all a ploy, he's just........angry (and embarrassed because he went overboard lmao). I remember I read a Stevetony fic where Steve assumes that Clint and Tony are dating and he was a jealous mess, lmfao.

Tonyclint would be cool. They'd definitely be disasters together. I feel like we don't get much of their relationship as we should (or maybe I haven't been reading the right stuff). But AA!Tonyclint's relationship is so good, especially when Clint sided with Tony during Stevetony's divorce.

But honestly, this panel will forever live rent free in my mind. Tonyclint was superior for this (the best part of it all is that this is during the Commander Rogers' era so Steve and Tony are definitely in their awkward exes/enemies era):

Also, Nat just being done with all of these idiots but having to deal with Steve's dumb ass is hilarious. But honestly, she'll probably just have Sharon drag his ass away every time his jealousy gets the better of him.

#sidenote: hawkeye - blindspot is really good and the tonyclint moments are superior there #also clint has great characterization in this imo #stevetony #tonyclint #asks #anonymous

[tales-of-the-dense]

Clint and Tony shenanigans are back again

#just not gonna think about how Tony literally died 30s later 🙃 #clint barton #tony stark #clinttony #avengers #tonyclint

[trashcanakin]

Made for @tonystarkbingo T4 - Flight [Card#3031 | Trashcanakin] & @clintbartonbingo I4 - Flying

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Demon/Angel, "Forbidden Love" AU of sorts.

Pairing: [616] IronHawk | Rating: Gen | Warnings: None

#ironhawk #hawkiron #tonyclint #clinttony #tonystarkbingo2020 #clintbartonbingo2020 #my bingo #cbb2020 #tsb2020 #zain makes a moodboard #my boards #trashedits #shitty edit bah #i suck at edits lmao #my post #marvel slash #616 ironhawk #i spent like 3.5 hours on this wtf #demon!clint #angel!tony #demon au #marvel au #marvel aus #angel au #feel free t'use as a prompt

[lovelyirony]

For the fluffy prompts 099: "Why wasn’t I invited to your wedding?" And Clint x Tony

“Why wasn’t I invited to your wedding?” Clint asks, barging into Tony’s workshop. “I think I should’ve received an invitation!” 

“I...” Tony is lost for words. “Are you serious?! Why would you be invited?” 

“Because you invited everyone else!” 

“Yes, because I’m expecting gifts from them. Are you going to give me a gift?” 

“Ridiculous, of course not,” Clint scoffs. “Maybe a spatula.” 

“We have six.” 

“Then make it seven! Like the rainbow!” 

“Two are yellow.” 

“Then I’ll buy two and we give the second yellow to Bruce. He likes yellow.” 

“I suppose you’re right,” Tony says. “But still. You’re not getting an invitation.” 

“Why not?!” 

Tony elects to ignore this question and instead puts away his tools for the day. 

“You can’t ignore me for forever!” 

“Watch me,” Tony says. “You know why you wouldn’t be invited.” 

They get up to the kitchen, still bickering. Natasha and Thor look on, amused at Clint’s gestures and Tony’s pointed looks. 

“What are you arguing about this time?” Thor asks. “Hopefully you’re still not on the salami question.” 

“Do not bring up salami,” Clint reprimands sharply. “I cannot begin to think about that dark time in history.” 

“It wasn’t history, it was two days ago,” Natasha adds. “But answer the question.” 

“Tony says he obviously wouldn’t give me a wedding invitation if he was ever married,” Clint says, pouting. “And I think I deserve to go. I’m really good at parties!” 

“True, he is free entertainment,” Thor adds. 

“The only clown who works for free and knows about it,” Natasha solemnly states. Tony laughs. 

“But why not me?” Clint whines. “Why wouldn’t I get an invitation?! You said you’d give Justin Hammer one, and you hate him!” 

“The groom doesn’t get an invitation,” Tony says, giving Clint a peck on the cheek. “And as far as I know, I’m not dating anyone else besides you, am I?” 

Clint nods, almost sheepishly. 

“You didn’t.” 

“To be completely fair, this week’s been an off week.” 

“No, oh my god.” 

There’s a video of Tony yelling in the kitchen as he starts making his lunch. 

“I can’t believe--” 

“How could you FORGET ME? YOUR BOYFRIEND?!” 

“WE WENT PUMPKIN PICKING TOGETHER LAST WEEK!” 

“I gave you roses last week too!” 

Clint is sitting at the table, eating grapes as Tony gestures wildly, chewing some almonds. 

“In my defense, your type is moron. You should’ve expected this.” 

“You forgot we were dating!” 

It becomes a trending video, with people doing exaggerated videos with the audio, and the kids having great fun recreating it. It doesn’t escape the teenage superheroes, who tend to recreate it while fighting. (Iron Man doesn’t appreciate it, but Hawkeye laughs every time, so it’s a win-win.) 

#lovelyirony writes #tonyclint #ironhawk #this ship is so funny 2 me i love it #also natasha and thor being friends is iconic and sexy of me to do so #thanks for this prompt! i loved it #tony stark #clint barton #hawkeye #iron man #avengers as a family

[sarcastic-tonystark]

#stevetony #stony #starkquill #sambucky #winterfalcon #tonyclint #ironhawk #scogan #stephentony #ironstrange #thortony #thunderiron #buckytony #winteriron #doomtony #irondoom #my post

[cap-samwilson]

bully

“you know, the view’s kinda nice up here, when you can see everything,” tony mumbles, a rock in his hand squeezed so tight his knuckles whiten. when it throws it, it flies all the way to the bleachers, hitting them with a loud clang.

“usually is when you’re up high,” clint says, and when he comes up behind tony it’s to hand another rock to him. “here you can get away, from... everything you need to - bullies, assignments, parents, or, y’know, dumb jocks like me.”

but tony doesn’t pull his hand away, the endzone they’re aiming at where his eyes are as he laughs a little, saying, “well, i don’t want to get away from you.”

#clinttony #tonyclint #ironhawk #tony stark #clint barton #iron man #hawkeye #my fic #five sentence fic #high school au

[endof-theline]

AU Yeah August | Day Six: Blind Date

Natasha and Steve set their friends up and it couldn't have gone better... but not always for them.

On Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/20139757

Tony was going to kill Natasha and Steve, the diner he was meeting his date was one of their favourites but they set up the time so he would have to go straight after work and it just so happens that Pepper gave him a full day of meetings so he was in a three piece suit and barely managed to style his hair in the car park. Then his date walks in wearing a tight, deep purple vest and tight black trousers, looking a little sweaty and his hair was a ruffled mess.

So much for first impressions, Tony thought to himself as he stood up and slid out of the booth to shake the man's hand.

"Hi, sorry I'm a little late, I had to come straight from practice and I swear I don't always look like this much of a disaster" The dirty blonde rushed out as he jogged over to Tony, offering a bandaged up hand which made the slight germaphobe squirm "Oh wait, shit, Nat told me I had to take that off!" He quickly slung his duffle bag onto one of the benches and unzipped it, unwinding the bandages rapidly before grabbing a bottle of brand new hand sanitiser and applying it to his hands before sticking his hand out for Tony who was smiling at the thoughtfulness of such a chaotic looking man and shook his hand.

"Thanks and it's fine for the lateness and everything. I had to come straight from meetings so I don't always look this-" Tony chuckled and bit his lip when he was cut off.

"Damn fine?" He blurted out before clapping a hand over his mouth with an embarrassed look on his face, a muffled "Sorry" came from him quickly after.

"I was going to say uptight, but thank you and I always look this damn fine thank you very much" Tony teased him making the blonde grin back at him with a little bit of sheepishness still hanging from him “Nat told you I’m a bit… weird then, huh?”

“She didn’t say weird, she just said you like things to be clean which I get y’know, stuff is gross and I know I look gross but I’m hoping that I can distract you is this shirt and these trousers since Nat also said to wear them” he smirked and flexed his muscles as he slid into the booth next to his bag, Tony couldn’t help but stare at the blonde as he moved.

“You certainly are distracting” Tony hummed before sliding into his side and taking a sip of the water he had already gotten, the other looked a little sadder when he noticed the glass “It’s fine, I just grabbed a water because of the meetings all day I’ve barely had time to drink”

“Oh that’s a little better, thought I kept you waiting, you weren’t here too long, right?” He asked nervously, rubbing the back of his neck as he looked up from under his lashes, Tony shook his head instantly making him sigh in relief “Oh good, that’s good. Shit, I’m Clint Barton by the way, completely forgot to introduce myself”

“Tony Stark, you’re fine I forgot too” He laughed as he handed Clint one of the menus to have a look at “So, you said you just got back from practice, what were you doing?”

“I’m a competitive archer so I was at the range all day, one of the guys there nicked my arm which is why it’s bandaged up right now,” He explained as he gently pressed against the bandage making him wince, Tony instantly reached over and grabbed Clint’s hand gently.

“Don’t hurt yourself, I believe you, are you okay?” He rushed out making Clint smile softly and hold his hand.

“I’m fine, thank you Tony. I’ve had worse from archery, and even worse outside of it” Clint laughed and a small part of Tony panicked for a moment at what Clint meant before he saw the man tap the bandage across his nose “I tripped into the door at home yesterday, my dog grabbed the back of my shirt to try and stop me from falling through it”

“Aw bless you, Steve did say you were a little accident prone” Tony cooed at him softly, Clint rubbed his thumb over his hand carefully “Apart from the germ thing, what else did Natasha tell you about me?”

“She said that you’re a genius and a mechanic, that you’ve got a cute smile, you’re funny and charming and caring” Clint listed off the top of his head before tilting his head to one side, eyes roaming over Tony with a bright smile on his face “Can’t say she was wrong so far. What did Steve say ‘bout me?”

“You’re athletic, great sense of humor, chaotic but cares in his own way, Nat was there when he was talking about you and she said that your thighs are to die for and you’re dorky” Tony laughed when Clint whined and let go of his hand to cross his arms and sulk in the chair, quickly sitting back up when the waitress came to take their order before slouching back and pouting when she left to continue his sulk making Tony laugh at him harder “Aw come on, Clint, I’m here aren’t I? Must have thought something out of that weird list was good”

“You just like me for my thighs” The blonde cried out before rummaging through his bag for a tissue when Tony started to cry with laughter.

The rest of the blind date went amazingly, they couldn’t stop flirting and laughing with each other, Tony reaching out to touch Clint more than he does with even his closest friends. Clint admitted that he was deaf and that his dog was a hearing dog called Lucky which he had to promise that Tony could meet while Tony admitted to have made robots that Clint had made him promise he could meet.

“Dog for bots, them’s the rules” Clint had teased him playfully, but Tony had agreed to it probably a little too eagerly since it meant seeing the wild blonde again.

Natasha and Steve were ready to deafen themselves or at the very least blind each other as they sat listening to Clint and Tony’s incessant flirting and teasing of each other, the couple were sitting beside each other but Tony was very nearly in Clint’s lap with how he was leant against him.

“Oh my god, would you two just ask each other out? You’re clearly head over heels for each other and it would put us out of our misery!” Natasha snapped at them after Clint had kissed Tony’s cheek when he came back, that wouldn’t have been bad on it’s own but Tony had been out the room for two minutes and Clint had kissed his cheek then and said that he would miss him.

“Oh, did we forget to tell you guys? We become, like, official a couple weeks ago” Clint chirped happily as Tony grinned brightly beside before yelping when a shoe was thrown at them, Clint managing to dodge it with ease as he jumped up to run away from Natasha throwing things at him and spitting death threats.

“Are you okay with us, Steve?” Tony asked nervously, ignoring the noise from behind them as Nat and Clint continued to try and kill each other.

“Of course Tony, I wouldn’t have set you two up if I wouldn’t be okay with it. I’m really happy for you guys, you seem like a great fit, you look a lot happier with Clint”

“Oh, I am”

“Clint! CLINTON! For fuck sake's put your hearing aids in and listen to me you asshole!” Tony screamed after him as Clint ran down the stairs, Tony was going to kill him this time. Tony was trying to have a real conversation about their apartment, about wanting to move house, and Clint just ripped his hearing aids out and bolted out the house.

It was really good that the neighbours knew them and most of them loved the couple so they didn’t mind so much when Tony chased Clint down the stairs shouting at him to come back and listen, Tony didn’t even think about where Clint was taking him as they ran out into the shared gardens.

Tony’s feet stumbled and he was suddenly thankful for Clint’s fantastic reflexes as he was caught and held up as Clint dropped to one knee and signed to him.

“Will you marry me?” Clint looked half way to crying as he asked and as soon as Tony’s brain caught up to Clint’s words, he had burst into tears and kept signing ‘Yes’ over and over again before his knees went weak and he knelt down to hold Clint, heart beating in his ears.

Lucky bounded over with the ring box in his mouth, being extremely careful as he bounced over and gave it to Clint so that the archer could slide the ring with a ruby and an amethyst in the middle of it onto his finger before putting his hearing aids back in.

“I love you” Tony sobbed into his shoulder heavily, clutching onto him as he ignored their friends stood all around them cheering and clapping for the pair “You scared me so much!”

“I love you too” Clint murmured to him before everyone burst out laughing as Natasha and Steve yelled.

“You’re welcome, you assholes!”

#au yeah august #eotl writes #ironhawk #tony stark #clint barton #clinttony #tonyclint #fanfiction #stories #blind date

[madman-with-a-snogbox]

Tony: If I were a millionaire I would buy a million melons, so I would be a melonaire

Clint: How do you even have friends ?

Tony: because I’m a melonaire

#tony stark incorrect quote #tony starkxclint barton #tonyclint #iron hawk #mcu #marvel cinematic universe #tony stark #clint barton incorrect quotes #tony stark is precious #and a cinnamon rolla #and must be protected at all costs

[incorrecttonyxeveryonequotes]

Clint: I want to tell you a joke but I only remember the punchline.

Tony: Go ahead.

Clint: Tooth hurty.

Tony: When is the best time to go to the dentist.

Clint: You complete me.

#original: meme #incorrect ironhawk #clint barton #tony stark #hawkiron #ironhawk #hawkeye #iron man #clint x tony #tony x clint #clinttony #tonyclint #avengers #marvel #incorrect quotes

[kitsunelokiversali]

Nightmares

What’s in a Day

Title: What’s in a Day Chapter 4: Nightmares

Fandom: Avengers (movieverse)

Pairing: Clint/Tony

Rating: G

Word Count: 1301

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3

AO3 Version here

Based off this prompt

Our first night sleeping together…

Things had been quiet for the Avengers for a few weeks now, which was unusual but much appreciated. Even Clint and Tony were so bored that they finally confronted each other about their budding feelings. Not that they would call it that. It was strange, for both of them. Somehow, they both thought admitting to some sort of relationship would mean having sex from the get-go; Tony thought because Clint thought he was just that kind of guy, and Clint just thought that Tony was that kind of guy. Confusing, yes.

Not that they weren’t leading up to that, as planned. Tony was grease-stained and exhausted (really the only time he was ever going to admit to having feelings), and Clint was clammy palmed and hyper-aware of the genius. As a matter of course, they began kissing, neither man the shy kind to back down, and Clint backed his way to Tony’s room. Somehow, Clint had managed to back his way all the way to Tony’s bed without separating from the engineer, and down they went, teeth smacking painfully as they landed on the bed.

Tony and Clint rolled away from each other, hands clasping their mouths as they groaned. “Fuck it. I’m going to bed.” Clint rolled his teary eyes towards Tony, watching the older man crawl up the bed until he was sprawled all the way on the mattress.

“I guess I’ll go then.” Clint began pushing himself up until Tony’s foot hooked around his waist.

“Just come on. We can just sleep. Nothing wrong with that.” The last sentence was muffled as Tony stuffed his face into the crook of his elbow. It was a nice idea: just sleeping together. Fewer expectations that way. In a dumb way, it felt more innocent. Neither man was going to admit that thought out loud. So Clint scooted back up the bed, rolling on his side so he could face Tony. This way felt better, so the archer smiled at Tony, upgrading to a grin when he saw the dorky smile Tony returned. If this was how things were really going to be, this was perfect.

…

…

Ahhh

Wheeew

...

That was the loudest noise Clint had ever heard. Grunting, he forced his eyes open to glare at Tony. He snored again, and Clint lifted himself up on one arm to look down at the loud sleeper. Of course Tony snored. The man was curled up on his side, the blankets wrapped tightly around his shoulder. Clint was bare of the sheets, but only realized after a few more seconds of being awake. So Tony stole the sheets too. Cursing, Clint smacked Tony on the arm, waking the man up with a jerk.

“Wha?”

That hardly deserved a response, and Clint deigned to give none other than stealing back the loose sheets and blankets and curling back under them. The room was dark, J.A.R.V.I.S. was kind enough to turn down the lights, and Tony jerked his eyes around trying to figure out what had happened. He blinked down at the archer as his eyes finally adjusted, shrugging when he only saw Clint’s tense shoulder rounded under the blanket. Figuring he had just woken up randomly, as he sometimes did, he flopped back and let the darkness overtake him again.

…

…

Thump

…

Thud

…

BANG!

Tony came awake with a painful start, his chin stinging and his arc reactor weighing his chest down. “What the fuck?” Instead of a soft mattress underneath him, the dark red carpet gave beneath his weight. It only hurt marginally less than if Tony had fallen directly on a tile floor. At least it was warmer than plain tile flooring. Pain not only flared from Tony’s face and entire front, but his back and legs too. Pushing up and grabbing the edge of the bed, Tony peered through the darkness at the other man he was supposed to be sleeping with.

Clint was there, but there was no indication he was awake and just pulling a prank on Tony. The sheets were tossed over the other side of the bed, the lower half tangled in Clint’s struggling legs. Another errant kick flew towards Tony’s face, and the man dodged, realizing what the small spots of pain were.

Although Tony suffered nightmares himself, he hardly knew how to deal with them. In his experience, every time someone tried to wake him from a nightmare, they ended up getting attacked. Tony was strong, but there was no doubt that Clint would be the more lethal man upon waking up. Pursing his lips, Tony rocked back and got to his feet, observing his… friend? Lover? Were they quite there yet? Whatever, Clint’s current state was more important. Fuzz wrapped around Tony’s brain as he tried to think through Clint’s near-silent whimpers. He had no idea what time it was, but it felt like he barely got any sleep after his three-day engineering binge.

“J.A.R.V.I.S.,” Tony’s voice cracked and he rubbed at his face. “Right, what do I do?”

“Sir, my sensors indicate that Mr. Barton’s heartrate is much higher than normal. Perhaps it would be wise to wake him?”

“I would, J.A.R.V., but you know how well that works for me.”

“Shall I recommend you wear your armor so Mr. Barton cannot cause you harm?”

Tony threw his hands up in the air, before dropping them down, his whole body drooping with the movement. Clint was sweating worse than Tony had ever seen the archer sweat, darkening the sheets beneath him. “Then he’ll end up hurting himself on the armor. Next suggestion.”

“Perhaps you should try calling his name, sir?”

With nothing else to do, and mind aching too much to think of anything on his own, Tony began softly calling to Clint. The other man slowly settled. An eternity later, Clint rolled towards Tony and blearily rubbed at his eyes.

“Tony, what are you doing?”

Heaving a sigh, Tony flopped onto the bed and gave a tired chuckle. “This did not work out nearly as well as I thought it would.” Clint’s brows furrowed and he reached out to touch Tony’s shoulder.

“Did something happen?” Tony moved his head to the other side so he could look up at Clint without actually getting up.

“You know what? Let’s have pancakes. I could go for pancakes. I bet you’re starving too.”

“Well, yeah,” Clint reached to pull the blankets off only to see that he had tossed them off at some point. He pinched the bridge of his nose and felt the burning behind his eyes and the sweat drying on his skin. He hadn’t noticed at first because his attention was all on Tony, but suddenly he knew just why Tony seemed odd. “I had a nightmare, didn’t I? Shit. I didn’t hit you, did I?”

At first, Tony didn’t say anything, just crawled into Clint’s lap so he could press his calloused hands to Clint’s cheeks. “Come on, I have nightmares too. I was just too out of it to have one tonight. We’ll be fine. Now, I want pancakes.” Letting himself smile, Clint wrapped his arms around Tony’s waist and dropped his head onto Tony’s shoulder.

“You know what, pancakes sound amazing.”

I thought you would take the nightmares away.

But you didn’t.

You did something better than that, though.

You gave me someone that I could be 100% me with. I worried about hurting you, sure, but you gave me just as many bruises. You knew all about the lame movies I loved to watch.

You knew all my favorite dances. We had fun together even at our worst. I think I loved you from the first dumb nickname you gave me.

And I’ve loved you since then.

#ironhawk #hawkiron #marvel #clint barton #tonyclint #clintony #tony stark #fluff #sort of #ptsd #fanfiction #based on a prompt

[feedmecookiesnow]

38 “You fainted…straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go to such extremes.” tonyclint please?

“Got some bad guys up here,” comes the call.

Tony grunts as he takes another hit. “How many bad guys?”

Clint’s voice is strained. “Uh...thirty-seven?”

“That’s specific.”

“I’m specifically guessing.”

“That—” He stops for a moment, distracted by the AIM thug trying to take him out. The fight only lasts a few minutes, and then he’s standing alone in the street, out of breath and tired as hell.

“That doesn’t make sense,” he says. “How can you specifically guess? Don’t they cancel each other out?”

No answer. Tony gives it ten seconds, then takes off, already ordering JARVIS to give him Clint’s location. Turns out he doesn’t need it, though—there’s a blob of yellow suits on the roof where Tony had set him down.

“Thirty-seven was a generous specific guess,” he says, circling. He doesn’t see Clint in there anywhere, and his heart starts to beat a little faster.

“I count fifty, sir.”

“Well, let’s go give him a hand.”

Tony doesn’t give them a chance to react. He lands smack dab in the middle of the group and starts shooting, repulsor blasts flying with impunity. One of the AIM guys raises a nasty-looking gun at him, but before he can fire, an arrow suddenly knocks it from his hand. The guy falls backwards, and Tony looks to his left to see Clint. He’s beaten and bleeding, and he looks woozy as hell. He’s still deadly accurate, though, firing off multiple arrows without a second glance as he focuses on Tony, examining the various dents in his armor.

God, Tony loves him.

“Welcome to the party,” Clint says. “Meet my thirty-seven new friends.”

“I don’t like them,” Tony says, nailing another with a repulsor blast. “They’re not invited to dinner.”

“Good.”

They’re good together, always have been, and it only takes them ten minutes to clear the rooftop. Clint chases the last one off with an arrow, then stands where he is, breathing heavily. He must be hurting badly, Tony thinks. Usually he’d be running after them, demanding to finish the fight.

“Why did they all come after you?” he asks, and Clint shrugs.

“Dunno.” He sways a little. “Think they wanted me for something. Probably nothing good.”

“You don’t know that,” Tony says, watching him with concern. “Maybe they needed a thirty-eighth player for a giant game of freeze tag.”

Clint lets out a hollow, exhausted laugh. “Maybe,” he says, and then he starts to fall.

Tony’s there in an instant, catching him. “Hey,” he says, easing him down to the ground. “Hey. Clint. Look at me.”

Clint blinks awake after a moment, and Tony breathes a sigh of relief as he flips up his faceplate. “Hi,” he says. “We’re gonna sit here for a second, okay?” He comms Natasha, tells her what’s going on.

“Be there in five,” she says, and cuts the line.

Clint looks confused. “What...what happened?”

“You fainted. Straight into my arms.” Tony grins. “You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go to such extremes.”

Clint smiles faintly. “Your fault, Prince Charming. You just looked too good, fighting those assholes.”

“You see me acting badass and you swoon, huh? That’s alright. I know.” He looks up, hearing the sound of a Quinjet approaching. “You know that makes you a damsel in distress, right? Which means I’m honor-bound to take you home, get you cleaned up, and ply you with food and drink until you feel better.”

The smile gets a little wider, a little more sincere. “I’d like that,” Clint says softly, and reaches up, pressing a clumsy hand to Tony’s jaw. “Sounds like a damn good plan.”

#ironhawk #clint barton #tony stark #cookiewrites

[aw-hawkeye-no]

I just ship Clint Barton with everyone I need to be stopped. 

Someone just pick a random Avenger/Marvel character and start talking to me about them dating Clint because I’m so thirsty. 

#clint barton #winterhawk #hawkdevil #amerihawk #is there a thorclint or tonyclint ship #clintasha #phlint #halp i have a problem

[nerdowritesthings]

Lucky (I'm In Love)

Okay, so this is the long awaited part of my IronHawk series, and I'm finally posting it. In between writing everything else.

Speaking of which, I have two angst fics coming down the pipe, so keep an eye out for them. One is IronStrange, the other is IronDoom. Along with some more fluff from the 85th Floor, and more of Tony and Clint.

I filled two dialogue prompts with this one, #10 and #35; "Come here," and "Do you regret it?"

Read it on AO3 here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/15402363

"Come here, you dumb dog," Clint grumbled, tired of chasing the mutt around the apartment. Tony was cackling on the couch, holding his stomach as he watched his boyfriend trying to get the purple collar around Lucky's neck.

"You could help," Clint tried, turning to look at the brunet, bottom lip pressed out in a pout.

"I did not bring the dog home," Tony pointed out, followed by a burst of chuckles as Lucky gave a playful bark, tail wagging hard enough to almost knock Clint's coffee cup off the table.

Clint caught the cup, shooting a half-hearted glare at the dog before turning pleading eyes back to the brunet. Tony simply raised an eyebrow, a silent challenge. They could probably go all night like this, back and forth with only glances. Wasn't that something, though? The only person who had that deep a connection with him was Nat, and that took years.

It hit Clint, the moment Tony broke their little competition to laugh as Lucky climbed up in his lap, licking at his face. Shit. He really didn't want to believe Wilson was right, but goddammit, the man was right. When you realize you love someone it hits you like a fucking truck. This was gonna be bad. 

(Mobile Readers beware the Read More) 

It was only their fourth month living together, Tony was still skittish about his father. He was slowly overcoming his trust issues, slowly letting Clint see all the edges and pieces that made Tony who he was. It had been a process, littered with ugly nights and heartbroken mornings. And now he was gonna throw a wrench in the whole thing. Good job, Barton.

"Hurry and clip it!" Tony's cheerful voice broke him from his reverie, looking up at him from behind a blanket of fur. Clint moved, gently clipping the purple collar around the dog's neck, patting his head in apology, letting out a hum of accomplishment before plopping down next to the Tony-Lucky combination. Tony reached for his hand, shoving tuft after tuft of soft yellow fur out of his way, finally lacing their fingers together.

Clint swallowed thickly, running his thumb gently over the brunet's knuckles. This was going to be harder than he thought.

Hours. He'd made it literally four hours before he stuck his foot in his mouth. The storm had knocked the power out, but the lightning was making very interesting pictures against the night sky.

Lucky was cowered under the bed, letting out a pathetic whine whenever a loud clap of thunder clapped overhead. They'd tried to coax him up, tried to get him to settle, but the dog seemed to find the most comfort hidden from the storm, as if he was still behind the pizza place. It broke Tony's heart a little.

"I'm glad you brought him home," Tony had said, watching a strike of lightning bounce off a rod attached to a building down the block. His back was pressed against the blond's chest, his Mechanical Engineering abandoned in his lap. Clint's phone gave a cheerful chirp as he finished the game he was playing, the sound cutting off as he put it next to his thigh.

"Couldn't just leave him there," Tony hummed, "He might be the famed 'Pizza Dog,' but he was still a stray."

"Have a habit of picking up strays, don't you?" Tony turned to look him in the eye, small smirk on his lips.

It wasn't fair, nothing about this was fair. Fuck his hopeless romantic side. Natasha would be laughing at him right now, as he handed a five dollar bill to Sam. Because Tony in shitty candlelight was just as striking as Tony in the sun, or just woken up, or whenever.

Shit. He was gonna fuck this up. In approximately three, tw-

"I love you," Wow. Couldn't even wait 'til one.

Tony froze in front of him, hands clenching on his thigh, eyes glassed over slightly. Yup, nice. Nice job. Really.

"I'm sorry, it just- I just- I didn- I mean I *did,* but I didn't want to freak you out. I know it's too soon and it's fine and just forget I sai-" Tony's finger was warm against his lips, he'd somehow turned his body, was sitting on his knees in front of Clint. Brown eyes glistened, unshed tears clumping together his eye lashes, an unreadable expression crossing his face.

Clint gulped, waiting for the rejection, for the moment wher Tony gently let him go, and would get up, leave. But it didn't. A watery chuckle broke through the initial panic, the small smile on Tony's face looked relieved.

"Don't apologize," Tony started, "Unless you have something you regret. Do you regret it?" Clint shook his head, opening his mouth to respond, only to be shushed. "Then don't apologize."

"But-"

"Clint," Tony leveled him with a look, cutting him off before he could make an even bigger fool of himself, "It's fine."

"I don't want to freak you out," Clint argued, not ready to let go. God he didn't want to let this go. In these past few months, he'd seen the brunet smile more than he had in the year they'd known each other. There was light, in those brown eyes, light that wasn't there right now, guarded by an unreadable mask. "I don't want you to leave," He added quieter.

Tony seemed to crack, a breath being punched out of him by the meaning behind Clint's words.

"Most of the time," Tony began with a shaky breath, "Most of the time when people say that, around me, it's typically an excuse. My mother used it, to excuse anything and everything my father did. 'It's only because he loves you,' she'd say." He didn't realize there were tears streaming down his cheeks until one calloused thumb came up to wipe it away.

Clint found himself at a loss for words. He didn't know what to say to fix this, to mend this hole that the old bastard had torn through. He grabbed the genius, wrapping his arms around the brunet and nearly crushing him to his chest. God damn Howard and his fucked up way of raising a kid. Fuck him. Clint wished he had stayed that night, if only to punch the asshole in the face.

"The whole time I've been here," Tony's voice was muffled from his shoulder, hands grasping into the fabric of his shirt, "It's different. I keep waiting for the other shoe to drop, for the wrecking ball to come in. I keep waiting for something, that I don't think is going to come anymore."

"No excuses here," Clint muttered, clinging a little tighter to the body in front of him, ignoring the slight tremors. Tony nodded against his shoulder, sniffling a bit, wiping at his eyes when he felt Clint press a kiss into his hair.

This. This was real, Tony realized. Here in their tiny bedroom, rain pelting the windows, their dog whimpering at the thunder under their bed, surrounded by the candles they had bought on sale. It was cliché to say the least, but it also warmed something in his chest, made him nestle that much closer. This was theirs.

"Holy shit," Tony breathed, laugh a little hysterical at the realization. "Fuck, Clint."

Clint pulled away, worried about the sudden change in his genius, blue eyes scanning his face for any signs of distress. He raised a confused eyebrow when he saw an uninhibited joy taking over Tony's features.

"Clint," Tony smiled brightly, leaning forward to place a kiss against the blonde's lips. Clint barely had time to react, Tony already pulling away with a shy little smile, chuckling at the little noise of protest Clint let out.

Tony replaced his finger against the blonde's lips for a minute, drawing in a steadying breath. "It may take me a while to say it, but you need to know that it's the same for me."

Clint's eyes widened, hands clutching tight around Tony's waist before surging forward. Tony's chuckle sent a happy shiver down his spine, lips never leaving the brunet's.

So, there it is, my angsty and fluffy IronHawk fic I'm proud of.

Hope you guys enjoyed!

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#tony stark #clint barton #runau! #ironhawk #tonyclint #hawkiron #lucky the pizza dog #lucky(hawkeye) #fluff and angst

[trashcanakin]

Made for @tonystarkbingo

Title: I Run To You

Collaborator Name: Trashcanakin

Card Number: 3031

Square Filled: S1 - Cleaning

Ship/Main Pairing: Tony Stark/Clint Barton (Can be seen either pre-slash OR general friendship)

Rating: Teen+

Major Tags: No archive warnings apply, TW for blood, Injury, fighting/violence

Summary: [Moodboard] Clint once again finds himself in a scuffle, and goes to Tony for help.

Word Count: N/A

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The accompanying fic written for @clintbartonbingo

Can be read here!

#ironhawk #clinttony #tonyclint #hawkiron #tonystarkbingo #tonystarkbingo2020 #my tsb #tsb2020 #cbb2020 #my cbb #my bingo #clintbartonbingo #clintbartonbingo2019 #zain makes a moodboard #moodboards #my boards #blood tw #tw blood #trashedits #zain writes #my writing

[lovelyirony]

roommates au for ironhawk (tony/clint) if u like them thank u

Clint Barton swore to himself. He didn’t actually think that they’d stick him with Stark as a roommate for the training course. 

It wasn’t that he disliked him. It’s just that…well. Tony Stark wasn’t really known for his skill. 

He was known for being a rule-breaker. A serial party guy. And someone who didn’t exactly fit SHIELD standards. 

There was the common theory that daddy bought him in. Wanted his son to have the distinctive bragging rights that SHIELD training gave. 

Higher-ups had already told Tony that he was not to receive special treatment. 

“If I wanted any I would’ve talked to the US military recruitment officers,” Tony snarks back.

Clint nods at that. At least he knows he won’t be getting any preferential treatment. 

But knowing and experiencing are two very different things. 

Clint also doesn’t want to get into trouble. He was already a bit of an oddball; they had brought him in from a failing circus where he was hailed as the best marksman in all of North America. (And if he really wanted to brag, probably in most of Europe as well.) 

Most everyone else has been in training since they were young. Or they know the right people. 

Both he and Stark are alienated a bit. 

Tony, quite frankly, doesn’t give a singular shit about how many people steal what meager dessert he gets from the cafeteria. 

“Yeah, yeah, go take my pudding cup and fuck right off,” Tony says to Rumlow. “I’m sure that your CO will simply love the extra sweets you’re gonna put into yourself right before we run.” 

Tony gets pudding thrown into his hair. A couple of flicks land on Clint’s shirt. 

“Barton, why hang out with the rich kid? Hoping he pays your way in?” Rumlow sneers. 

Clint would like people to pay for many things. But he doesn’t ask and he doesn’t hope because he likes earning his own shit, and most of all this position in SHIELD. 

He earns a trip to the office of Director Fury when he lands a clean upper-cut to Rumlow’s jaw. The guy cries. Clint scoffs. 

“He’ll pay for your funeral when we kill you at the obstacle course,” Clint says. “Tony, let’s get going.” 

Tony looks impressed to say the least. 

“Well damn, Barton. I didn’t even think you tolerated me.” 

“I’ve tolerated worse.” 

“I don’t know whether to like that or know that I could have the potential to be terrible.” 

“Let’s get going. I’ll hang back just in case I get called.” 

“You will. Might as well walk to Hill’s office now. I’ll steal you an extra dinner roll.” 

“Thanks, man.” 

Clint is early for one thing in his life, and it is this meeting with Fury. 

Fury looks at him over one eye, a black eye-patch on the other one. That is new. Very new. 

“What happened to your eye?” 

“I trusted somebody.” 

“Hill finally get you?” 

Fury doesn’t laugh. Clint does. It’s habitual, part of being nervous. 

“I understand that you punched Rumlow in the face?” 

“Yes sir. Couldn’t control my temper.” 

“Rumlow shouldn’t have been a little shit,” Fury says, snorting. “Don’t tell him that. He’s Pierce’s problem, thank god. Tell them I whooped your ass. Because I did. But I don’t give a shit what goes on so long as you get away with it.” 

Fury will come to regret these words in many instances, including one about four years later when Tony steals a coffee machine during a mission. But that’s ofur years from now. 

Clint gets back to training. Says he got roasted within an inch of his life. 

“You’re a shit liar,” Tony says. 

“Dude has an eye-patch now. Said it’s because he trusted somebody.” 

“Fury doesn’t even trust Girl Scout cookies, there’s no way he trusts an actual living human,” Tony says. “We have to find out.” 

Tony and Clint bond over two things: 

1.) They both feel terribly out of sync with everyone else because they are funny and also are not used to anything due to life experiences. 

2.) They are underestimated. 

Everyone thinks Clint has no fucking clue what’s going on. He’s spacey, most often forgets anything in the morning but coffee, and turned in one of their practice reports in green ink. Maria Hill nearly had an aneurysm. 

Tony is the rich kid who everyone thinks bought his way in and has only passed due to Benjamins or higher. 

Tony has not, because his dad actually hates that he’s in training and his mother thinks that he’s at an elite boarding school that Howard chose. They also happen to think that due to media presence, that is who he is. 

They can use their skills to advantage. Clint sees more than what people want and Tony knows more than what people want. 

They pair up for a mission. The objective is to rescue a hostage in under twenty minutes. 

The pairing before them has Rumlow, who is incredibly smug about how he incapacitated the attackers with brute force and rescued the hostage in ten minutes. 

“Beat that,” Rumlow says. 

“What’s the money?” Clint asks. 

“Two hundred bucks,” Rumlow says. “Lookin’ to take a girl out on a nice date.” 

“Hope you tell her you might have to cancel,” Tony says. 

-

They finish in four minutes. 

Tony disarms security in one minute, Clint paintballs the attack team in a matter of moments, and the hardest part is untying the agent acting as the hostage. 

Clint tosses the rope to Rumlow. 

“Tell your date you’ve gotten tied up at the moment and to take a rain check. You also owe us a hundred each. We’re nice like that.” 

- 

When it comes to partnering, Clint has to deny the opportunity to team up with Tony. 

“And why would that be? You both get along reasonably well,” Maria says. “Hell, you still beat records that were set decades back.” 

“Well usually SHIELD doesn’t like relationships to be part of partnership,” Clint says. “And to use the worst term possible, I’m banging Tony like a goddamn screendoor.” 

“I detest you every single day,” Maria says. “But noted. Tell Phil that I owe him fifty when you go out, okay?” 

Clint laughs. 

“Will do, Maria.” 

“Don’t call me that.” 

- 

Clint slinks back into their apartment, dropping keys in the bowl on the counter and leaning over the couch to give his boyfriend a kiss. 

“How much money did Phil owe?” 

“Fifty. We got him good. Also, Fury said no to the possibility of a cat scratch. I think there’s more to that, though.” 

“He’s lying,” Tony says. “I bet if we found an agent he worked with then we could probably figure out the truth.” 

“Phil and Maria both won’t tell us, we’re screwed,” Clint says with a sigh. 

“Then we’ll just have to try Danvers,” Tony says, teasing. 

He pulls his boyfriend over the couch. 

“Ugh, I was gonna get coffee.” 

“Not your fucking death wish type caffeinated shit,” Tony says. “You already had a morning cup. I refuse it. I’ll make you tea.” 

“Tea tastes disgusting.” 

“Hush, the only tea you ever had was when we stayed at that shitty motel.”

“Still. Don’t like it. It’s like they forgot to flavor hot water for a moment.” 

“I’m going to kick your ass and make you love herbal tea.” 

(Tony succeeds in this.) 

- 

No one actually knows of Tony’s history in SHIELD. Or that he’s dating Hawkeye. He usually works in the offices or on updating the computers, which SHIELD always needs. 

Natasha blinks after a mission that went on for a month. She sees the ever-elusive tech, who embraces Clint in a hug. Clint takes it one step farther and dips Tony into a kiss. 

“You’re so dramatic,” Tony grumbles. “By the way, your asshole dog misses you.” 

“Lucky?! Aw, I knew you kept him,” Clint teases. 

“He ate your pizza. I got him dog food and chipped. He’s as much a disaster as you are.” 

“I…did not see this coming,” Natasha says. 

“Heh, maybe I can surprise you,” Clint says, smiling. “Nat, this is Tony. My boyfriend. Also the best employee here.” 

“Even better than Phil?” 

“Who do you think enables his caffeine addiction?” Tony asks. “And who can get you good soup and catering?” 

“I will do literally whatever you want if you can get me good food,” Natasha says. “Or good coffee.” 

“I’ll set something up for next week,” Tony says. “For now, I’m dragging my man home and not letting him leave for the entire weekend.” 

“Now that I’m not opposed to,” Clint says, tugging on his shirt. “Bye Nat!” 

There’s a maniacal cackle as Clint tickles Tony, who responds in kind by signing “fuck you” at Clint. 

#lovelyirony writes #roommates au #tony stark #clint barton #ironhawk #tonyclint #hawkeye #iron man #maria hill #director fury #phil coulson #natasha romanoff #brock rumlow but only for like two minutes #only enough for me to make fun of that little bitch

[superhusbands4ever]

I'm not sure if u have ever answered this, but what other characters do you ship Tony with?

I actually haven’t really directly answered the before actually so I guess I will now:)

Um… besides my main man Steve, the two I ship with Tony most often are Bucky and Rhodey. I’ll even do the occasional Stuckony OT3 when I feel like it, but mostly it’s with Steve, Bucky, or Rhodey.

Honestly though, I’ll really ship anyone with Tony as long as it makes sense in context. Like, I’ll read TonyPepper, TonyBruce, TonyT'Challa, I’ve even read some TonyClint and TonyNatasha and like… a couple TonySam? There aren’t many of those I don’t think. I’ve never been much one for FrostIron just because I don’t particularly care..? For Loki?? All too much? I don’t know. I know it’s a popular ship on Ao3 but I’ve never been much for it. I’ve read a few though.

But yeah, Steve, Bucky, and Rhodey, mainly, but I’m open anything really.

#all the ships #all the tony ships #honestly I don't read fic anymore unless it's about tony #...or Harry Potter #different fandom tho lmao #UNLESS ITS A HARRY POTTER/AVENGERS CROSS OVER??? #CUZ THOSE EXIST AND THEYRE BEAUTIFUL #cady speaks #anon ask #anonymous #shipping