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He pulled back far enough for Clint to see him. "How did I not know you were an Avenger!?" he demanded, thumping him on the arm. "I mean..." he flailed his arms, and Clint tracked them as if he was trying to read sign in Peter's frustrations. "Hawkeye!" he managed eventually.
That, at least, brought a grin to Clint's face. "You know Hawkeye's a girl, right?" he asked.
"Everyone knows the titles get passed on when... when you retire." Peter fell quiet, his brain buzzing between watching Clint make his unsteady way around their home and sitting on the bus laughing at some sick off-hand joke that didn't even make sense.
"Petey, you alright?" Clint asked, turning in his seat. "I know that this is..." but the car was already stopping and he sighed. "Are you alright?" he pressed.
"Yeah," Peter nodded, finding it hard to meet Clint's eyes.
Natasha was already climbing out of the limo, Clint's bow and quiver in her hands. Clint nearly fell out of the door towards her, and Peter worried about him hitting the ground for long enough to see how effortlessly Natasha had kept him on his feet. Peter thought about saying something, but was distracted by their surroundings.
They had stopped in a parking garage full of beautiful cars, limos, monster trucks and SUVs.
"Woah," he breathed.
"Pretty great, huh? Yeah, I like it." Tony Stark - THE Tony Stark - was stood next to Natasha and Clint, Happy at his shoulder. He was grinning like Peter had just paid him the best compliment. "Hey Hawkguy," he slapped at Clint's shoulder. "Nice to see you with a bow again. And... you know... upright." He started walking backwards, still talking and obviously expecting the others to follow. They did. "JARVIS was showing me some footage. We've missed you out there. Widow was almost inconsolable. She doesn't like splitting the female energy, you know?"
"Shut up, Stark," Natasha interrupted.
He grinned and turned to walk forwards, leading them into an elevator that was standing open in the corner. Now that he wasn't talking a mile-a-minute, Peter had time to notice the ratty T-shirt he was wearing, and the stiff way he was walking. He wondered how rough the height of the alien fighting action must have been, for him to be hurt inside the suit. He always figured Iron Man as kinda invulnerable.
Tony was quiet until they were in the elevator, leaning against the mirrored wall as if thankful of the support. He waited until Clint had taken up station in the other corner of the elevator, one hand and his hip propped against the handrail before continuing; "How's suburbia?" with a secretive grin. Tasha pressed against Clint's other shoulder, wedging him in the corner.
Peter had always assumed the Avengers were just a group of guys (and girls) who got together when they were needed but otherwise lived separate lives with cover identities and jobs... There were comic books where they didn't even know each others cover identities - where they never took their costumes off around each other. But Tony *knew* Clint. Knew where he lived and didn't comment when he fell out of cars and knew to face him square before talking to him and... It kind of blew his mind. This was one of Clint's *friends*.
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