Ignore if it's not all right.starkingenuityMay 24 2012, 03:55:09 UTC
Tony Stark does not clean up. He enlists clever robots he's constructed himself to do that for him. But sometimes you just have to move a pile of papers to get at something you need... And that's when he finds the note. It's addressed to him in plain, unadorned, masculine writing. The envelop isn't sealed. "Jarvis, make a note: someone's failed to realize we're living in an age with email."
"Duly noted, sir."
Tony's not sure what to expect when he scans the letter but halfway through, something makes him go back to the beginning and start over. Slowly. And that's when he decides to slip up to Hawkeye's perch. "Haha, funny," he says with a frown. "Another one of your jokes, Barton? Not funny." He tosses the letter up to the other man. "What if someone else found that, huh? You'd have a lot of explaining to do."
More than alright.nolongeracarnyMay 24 2012, 03:58:20 UTC
Clint's not really paying attention to whatever Tony has. His eyes are on his surroundings. That is until Tony slips up to his perch like that. "Does it look like I'm laughing, Stark? Who says that I wasn't being serious?"
"Oh, let's see, shall I read you excerpts?" Tony postures for the greater good, but he's a lonely man, locked inside of his genius, locked away by his own brilliance. He can play act at relating to people and he does a good job of it, but there's a reason he likes the bottle more and more lately. And why he chases danger. And why letters like these hurt. "'You think no one can see you, but I see you.' That's because you're a stalker." Maybe he's lashing out, but he's hurting. "I'm shocked you even spelled any of this right. Natasha help you?"
Those eyes narrow and he turns toward Stark, "If it were a joke you'd see 'ha ha' down at the bottom of it. Or 'got ya, Tony.'. Do you see that? No, you don't. What you did get was an archer pouring out what he feels. If you don't feel it then fine. But leave Natasha out of it. She doesn't know yet though she definitely suspects something." Tony wasn't the only one lashing out. "I do see you, Stark. And that's not meant as an archer's pun either."
They're just about the same height. Tony's eyes widen a little, the tumblers moving around inside of his skull to unlock the problem going on here. "Suspects-- Barton, I don't have a clue what possessed you to write this but--" Vulnerable. Christ, he's never felt so vulnerable. There's a sick ache in his chest and it's not the arc reactor. "What do you mean, suspects?! Who else did you--" But I see you. I see the real you that you never let anyone see. He's forgotten to breathe for the moment. Bad sign.
"I'm pretty sure you have a clue, Stark," he says firmly. Though the moment he's forgotten to breathe, he grabs a hold of him. "Hey, snap out of it. Take a deep breath and breathe. You're fine. She doesn't suspect anything about YOU. So you're safe from that."
"About me?" He doesn't shake Clint off. He wants to grab that silly quiver of his and toss it over board, but he doesn't do much more than scowl. "Jesus. Will you listen to yourself? You don't know a damned thing about me."
This is just bad for PR and therefore, for stocks. Nothing more. He tells himself this to keep himself from caring about how Clint looks at him.
"I know more than what you think, Tony. Pretend that I don't all you want. Chalk it up to who knows what. But I know far more than you realize. Yeah, I hear myself just fine. YOU don't though."
"So this is what you do then?" He's not upset. He increasingly confused. This is not a state that Tony Stark likes to be in. "You hide up here and--" Watch. Well, he's a sentry, what else is he suppose to do? Tony shoves his hands into his pockets. "Well man up, Barton. Stop leaving letters around where anyone can find them and try talking to me if you're that--"
Tony snorts.
"Hey, forget it." And back down the ladder he goes.
"You're the one running away, Stark, not me," he says with a slight grit of his teeth. He hated that Tony was pulling away from him. Everything he'd said in those letters were true. Every last damn one of them. He just figured Tony would take it better...
Obviously he'd been wrong. That was fine... he'd deal. He'd already poured himself into those. There's not much more he could do save for grab the man and kiss him.
Barton is going to get his chance, but not today. Today Tony is going to get himself a woman to wash away any other feelings with and then he's going to drink too much and wake up again with a hang over and no more notes professing...feelings...about him.
Not today, but two weeks from now, after von Doom has left Barton pinned under rubble after one of his doombots destroyed the perch Hawkeye had been hiding in. Iron Man's first on the scene, the others still fighting. He needs to recharge a bit anyway and he's not sure if anyone else even saw the tower go down. He finds Clint, alive, and pushes back his face plate, laughing stupidly at the other man.
Those notes are thought of at all times. Maybe he'd screwed up somewhere with Tony. Even thinking that he had didn't go over well with him. There'd been a few more written but he'd not actually given them to the man. Just in case Tony decided to run off again.
So when his perch is destroyed he feels like he's going to black out. All that rubble on him didn't feel too good either. That laugh of Stark's causes a slight smile to grace his lips, "Why'm I not surprised?" It comes out a bit hoarse but he grabs his bow with his free hand while the other grabs a hold of the man in red and gold.
He's pretty sure that his body feeling that numb isn't a good sign. But unlike the others there is no special power or suit to stop anything from happening.
Something big and ugly bears down on them as Iron Man cuts Hawkeye free of the rubble, but flares knock it out of the sky before it can attack and Tony has Clint rocketed straight up through a window blasted apart by a left hand thruster. There's a bed inside and while he won't leave a note to the apartment's former and evacuated occupant, he still feels a little bad as he lays Barton out on clean sheets.
"Shit. That looks bad. Do you have a first aid arrow?" He's teasing, but that's Tony. He can't help but push. "No? All right, be useless." He tears the sheets instead, fumbling in his gauntlets. "Stop looking so pale, I'm not giving you my sympathy vote."
He almost misses whatever comes at them before Tony blasts it. Then again between the pain coursing through his body, dust in his eyes making everything just the wrong side of blurry... Where in the hell had Stark just laid him down?
"Maybe I should look into making one," he murmurs with a faint smile. "It'd go real good with the ones that explode." The mention of not giving a sympathy vote causes him to crack a bit of a smile and laugh before the laugh turns into a cough. One that hurt like a bit.
"You sure I'd..." His breathing didn't feel right but he just chalked it up to having pressure on his chest not that long ago. "-take one from you to begin with?"
[ooc: *dies @ that last line... a lot* That was just too good.]
"Shut up, you're lowering my IQ," Tony barks, and there's worry in his voice as he binds up Clint's leg. He needs to get back out there. People need him. The whole city does. And Barton... Barton needs him too. He sets his gloved hand on the other man's chest and frowns down at him and his stupid face and equally pathetic smile.
"If you pass out, slip into a coma and die on me, I am going to make a metal replica of you to hang around in the tower making stupid observations. You don't want that. I don't want that. Jarvis might mutiny. So do us all a big favor and give me ten minutes to save the day."
He stands, torn.
"I mean it, Barton. I'll kick the shit out of you from here to the moon and I can do it too you know." There's another momentary waiver when Tony leans in and presses a rough, stale mouth to Clint's. The facial hair probably tickles. It's not exactly a kiss. Not really.
He's gone a moment later, jumping out the window to shoot into the sky.
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"Duly noted, sir."
Tony's not sure what to expect when he scans the letter but halfway through, something makes him go back to the beginning and start over. Slowly. And that's when he decides to slip up to Hawkeye's perch. "Haha, funny," he says with a frown. "Another one of your jokes, Barton? Not funny." He tosses the letter up to the other man. "What if someone else found that, huh? You'd have a lot of explaining to do."
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This is just bad for PR and therefore, for stocks. Nothing more. He tells himself this to keep himself from caring about how Clint looks at him.
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Tony snorts.
"Hey, forget it." And back down the ladder he goes.
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Obviously he'd been wrong. That was fine... he'd deal. He'd already poured himself into those. There's not much more he could do save for grab the man and kiss him.
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Not today, but two weeks from now, after von Doom has left Barton pinned under rubble after one of his doombots destroyed the perch Hawkeye had been hiding in. Iron Man's first on the scene, the others still fighting. He needs to recharge a bit anyway and he's not sure if anyone else even saw the tower go down. He finds Clint, alive, and pushes back his face plate, laughing stupidly at the other man.
"Jesus. Hold onto me, I'll lift you out."
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So when his perch is destroyed he feels like he's going to black out. All that rubble on him didn't feel too good either. That laugh of Stark's causes a slight smile to grace his lips, "Why'm I not surprised?" It comes out a bit hoarse but he grabs his bow with his free hand while the other grabs a hold of the man in red and gold.
He's pretty sure that his body feeling that numb isn't a good sign. But unlike the others there is no special power or suit to stop anything from happening.
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"Shit. That looks bad. Do you have a first aid arrow?" He's teasing, but that's Tony. He can't help but push. "No? All right, be useless." He tears the sheets instead, fumbling in his gauntlets. "Stop looking so pale, I'm not giving you my sympathy vote."
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"Maybe I should look into making one," he murmurs with a faint smile. "It'd go real good with the ones that explode." The mention of not giving a sympathy vote causes him to crack a bit of a smile and laugh before the laugh turns into a cough. One that hurt like a bit.
"You sure I'd..." His breathing didn't feel right but he just chalked it up to having pressure on his chest not that long ago. "-take one from you to begin with?"
[ooc: *dies @ that last line... a lot* That was just too good.]
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"If you pass out, slip into a coma and die on me, I am going to make a metal replica of you to hang around in the tower making stupid observations. You don't want that. I don't want that. Jarvis might mutiny. So do us all a big favor and give me ten minutes to save the day."
He stands, torn.
"I mean it, Barton. I'll kick the shit out of you from here to the moon and I can do it too you know." There's another momentary waiver when Tony leans in and presses a rough, stale mouth to Clint's. The facial hair probably tickles. It's not exactly a kiss. Not really.
He's gone a moment later, jumping out the window to shoot into the sky.
((OOC: bows :3 ))
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