Caw Caw (1/1)
Title: Caw Caw
Pairing: Tony/Steve, if you squint
Summary: Tony thinks it would be hilarious to redecorate Clint's room with all sorts of bird-related furniture (such as this bed). Clint may actually like it.
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters.
Word Count: 854
Notes: Based on this tumblr post.
MARCH 29TH
“Tony.” Steve was focusing on a small team of men maneuvering something that looked a giant bird’s nest into Clint’s bedroom. “Tony, what is this?” he asked, turning around to look at the other man.
Tony was simply smirking, looking quite pleased with himself. He rubbed his hands together and then slung an arm around Steve’s shoulder. “I’m sure they had April Fools’ Day back in the forties,” he replied and Steve managed to catch that sparkle in Tony’s eyes that usually meant that he was up to no good.
“What does it have to do with that thing?” Steve wondered, nodding at the bird’s nest that was now neatly placed in the middle of Clint’s room.
“Hawkeye. Bird. Bird’s nest,” Tony simply replied. “Funny,” he added and patted Steve’s back. “I saw the bed on a webshop and I just had to have it. It’s too funny.” He clasped his fingers around Steve’s wrist and pulled him into the room. “Look, I even had the floor covered in old newspapers.” He pointed down at the floor. “And I got some other stuff too, as you can see.”
Steve let his eyes travel across the room. On the wall in front of him, there was a cuckoo clock, surrounded by four picture frames. Inside each picture frame was a drawing of a bird that Steve recognized as an Angry Bird, from the game Tony had been to be addicted to lately. The giant bird’s nest bed didn’t leave much room for much other furniture, except a small, square bedside table with a bright yellow Tweety-bird lamp resting on top of it. The walls had been painted a light shade of green and on one of them, someone had painted a large, black tree with dozens of branches.
“I can’t believe you went through so much trouble just for April Fools’ Day,” Steve said, shaking his head in amusement. But he couldn’t say he was surprised that Tony had done all of this.
Tony shrugged his shoulders. “What can I say? I’m just that awesome, I suppose.” He stepped back out of the room, a satisfied grin plastered all over his face. “I can’t wait until Clint gets home.”
APRIL 1ST
Tony had gotten out of his lab especially for Clint’s return that day. He just had to see his reaction to the room. So when Clint arrived back at the Stark Tower after a mission, Tony was sitting at the kitchen table, casually sipping his coffee. He had chosen this particular spot for strategic reasons. For one thing, Clint wouldn’t be suspicious when he saw Tony in the kitchen, a cup of coffee sitting in his hand and secondly because he had an excellent view on the hallway that lead to Clint’s room.
Clint simply nodded at Tony when he walked past him, not even bothering with saying hello. The mission had exhausted him and he really didn’t feel like talking to anyone. Instead he made a beeline for his room. He stepped inside, closed the door and turned on the lights. He frowned, confused by his surroundings. It didn’t take long, though, until he figured it out. “That motherfucker,” he muttered, taking a step forward, looking at the bird’s nest bed through narrowed eyes.
Clint’s first reaction was to get back to the kitchen and yell at Tony and maybe hurt him a little, but when he reached out for the doorknob, he changed his mind. Getting angry at Tony was probably what he wanted. He wanted Clint to make a scene and, consequentially, a fool out of himself. But Clint wasn’t going to give Tony that kind of satisfaction. Hell no.
So instead of barging out of the room and smack Tony’s head against the wall, Clint took a step closer to the bird’s nest bed. It looked comfortable enough to sleep in, so why not?
APRIL 14TH
“Hey, Tony,” Clint called, tapping his teammate’s shoulder. “Could you get someone to bring me those sour gummy worms, please?” he asked. It had become some sort of thing now between him and Tony. Tony would keep making all sorts of bird jokes and Clint would play along. “And maybe some of those bird seeds as well. I really like them.”
Tony smirked. “Sure, just tell JARVIS and he’ll make it happen.”
“Awesome, thanks bro.”
***
Another part of the thing between Clint and Tony consisted of Tony making all sorts of bird noises whenever he passed by Clint’s room.
One day Steve caught Tony actually researching the different types of sounds of he could make. “When are you going to give up on this?” he asked, peering down at the computer screen. “This is ridiculous.”
Tony turned around to look at Steve, snickering. “That’s the whole point about it, Cap,” he replied, smiling. “Besides, Clint loves this. I sneaked into his room last night while he was sleeping. The guy was happily curled up in nest.”
Steve snorted and shook his head. “Seriously? He actually uses the bed?”
“Hell yeah, I do!” Clint was leaning against the doorframe, smiling. “Caw, caw!”
Pairing: Tony/Steve, if you squint
Summary: Tony thinks it would be hilarious to redecorate Clint's room with all sorts of bird-related furniture (such as this bed). Clint may actually like it.
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters.
Word Count: 854
Notes: Based on this tumblr post.
MARCH 29TH
“Tony.” Steve was focusing on a small team of men maneuvering something that looked a giant bird’s nest into Clint’s bedroom. “Tony, what is this?” he asked, turning around to look at the other man.
Tony was simply smirking, looking quite pleased with himself. He rubbed his hands together and then slung an arm around Steve’s shoulder. “I’m sure they had April Fools’ Day back in the forties,” he replied and Steve managed to catch that sparkle in Tony’s eyes that usually meant that he was up to no good.
“What does it have to do with that thing?” Steve wondered, nodding at the bird’s nest that was now neatly placed in the middle of Clint’s room.
“Hawkeye. Bird. Bird’s nest,” Tony simply replied. “Funny,” he added and patted Steve’s back. “I saw the bed on a webshop and I just had to have it. It’s too funny.” He clasped his fingers around Steve’s wrist and pulled him into the room. “Look, I even had the floor covered in old newspapers.” He pointed down at the floor. “And I got some other stuff too, as you can see.”
Steve let his eyes travel across the room. On the wall in front of him, there was a cuckoo clock, surrounded by four picture frames. Inside each picture frame was a drawing of a bird that Steve recognized as an Angry Bird, from the game Tony had been to be addicted to lately. The giant bird’s nest bed didn’t leave much room for much other furniture, except a small, square bedside table with a bright yellow Tweety-bird lamp resting on top of it. The walls had been painted a light shade of green and on one of them, someone had painted a large, black tree with dozens of branches.
“I can’t believe you went through so much trouble just for April Fools’ Day,” Steve said, shaking his head in amusement. But he couldn’t say he was surprised that Tony had done all of this.
Tony shrugged his shoulders. “What can I say? I’m just that awesome, I suppose.” He stepped back out of the room, a satisfied grin plastered all over his face. “I can’t wait until Clint gets home.”
APRIL 1ST
Tony had gotten out of his lab especially for Clint’s return that day. He just had to see his reaction to the room. So when Clint arrived back at the Stark Tower after a mission, Tony was sitting at the kitchen table, casually sipping his coffee. He had chosen this particular spot for strategic reasons. For one thing, Clint wouldn’t be suspicious when he saw Tony in the kitchen, a cup of coffee sitting in his hand and secondly because he had an excellent view on the hallway that lead to Clint’s room.
Clint simply nodded at Tony when he walked past him, not even bothering with saying hello. The mission had exhausted him and he really didn’t feel like talking to anyone. Instead he made a beeline for his room. He stepped inside, closed the door and turned on the lights. He frowned, confused by his surroundings. It didn’t take long, though, until he figured it out. “That motherfucker,” he muttered, taking a step forward, looking at the bird’s nest bed through narrowed eyes.
Clint’s first reaction was to get back to the kitchen and yell at Tony and maybe hurt him a little, but when he reached out for the doorknob, he changed his mind. Getting angry at Tony was probably what he wanted. He wanted Clint to make a scene and, consequentially, a fool out of himself. But Clint wasn’t going to give Tony that kind of satisfaction. Hell no.
So instead of barging out of the room and smack Tony’s head against the wall, Clint took a step closer to the bird’s nest bed. It looked comfortable enough to sleep in, so why not?
APRIL 14TH
“Hey, Tony,” Clint called, tapping his teammate’s shoulder. “Could you get someone to bring me those sour gummy worms, please?” he asked. It had become some sort of thing now between him and Tony. Tony would keep making all sorts of bird jokes and Clint would play along. “And maybe some of those bird seeds as well. I really like them.”
Tony smirked. “Sure, just tell JARVIS and he’ll make it happen.”
“Awesome, thanks bro.”
***
Another part of the thing between Clint and Tony consisted of Tony making all sorts of bird noises whenever he passed by Clint’s room.
One day Steve caught Tony actually researching the different types of sounds of he could make. “When are you going to give up on this?” he asked, peering down at the computer screen. “This is ridiculous.”
Tony turned around to look at Steve, snickering. “That’s the whole point about it, Cap,” he replied, smiling. “Besides, Clint loves this. I sneaked into his room last night while he was sleeping. The guy was happily curled up in nest.”
Steve snorted and shook his head. “Seriously? He actually uses the bed?”
“Hell yeah, I do!” Clint was leaning against the doorframe, smiling. “Caw, caw!”