It was almost a ritual by now, Tony stumbling in at random times, always hours after Clint had called it quits for the day and fallen into their bed. The first time it had happened Clint had damn near taken his head off. It had been after a bad fight, both with the team and later just with Tony, and he hadn’t expected a mostly drunk billionaire, reeking of whiskey, to all but fall on him just as the sun was peeking through the tinted windows of Clint’s room. He’d realised who it was in about the time that it had taken the knife to get to his hand and he’d kicked Tony out instead, terrified by what had almost happened. A repeat performance the next night showed that Tony apparently didn’t remember or didn’t find the threat of imminent death to be a deterrent, which considering the man in question, Clint assumed it was even odds each way
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This is really beautiful and I love how you portray them adjusting to the relationship and Clint growing used to Tony and his different sides and learning to feel safer about knowing he won't hurt Tony, etc. Great fic!
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Thank you.
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Great fic!
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