Clint has no idea what a date is.
“Why are you sitting down?” he asked, truly puzzled, as Tony and the redhead joined them at the table.
“Um… so we can get to know each other?” Tony asked, looking like he wasn’t sure how else to answer.
“But we’re getting married! You can’t get married here. Right?” Clint looked around, hoping for verification. Steve shrugged. So did Bucky. Sam had his head buried in his hands and was slowly shaking, possibly from lack of oxygen, possibly from laughter.
“Do you even know who I am?” Tony asked.
“Of course I do. You’re my mate.”
The redhead actually giggled. “This is adorable,” she said to Natasha.
“An adorable train wreck,” Natasha deadpanned.
“I’m Tony Stark,” Tony said.
Sam choked on his wine. “Oh my god. I knew you two looked familiar. You’re – holy fuck Clint. You proposed to Tony Stark. Oh my god. You’re lucky his bodyguard didn’t take you down in a flying tackle.”
“He’s my mate. Why would a bodyguard want to stop me?” Clint paused. “Wait, do you not care for marriage? Should I not have proposed?”
Tony stared at him.
The redhead leaned across Natasha and held her hand out. “You’ve broken him twice in ten minutes. I like you. I’m Pepper.”
“Pleased to meet you,” Clint said, still confused. “Tony? Are we not getting married?”
Tony was still staring.
Pepper said kindly, “The wedding is still on. Humans just typically move a bit more slowly. How would you like to take Tony out to dinner tomorrow night?”
“Dinner,” Clint said, nodding. He could do that. “Okay. Um, do you have a car? It’s okay if you don’t, we can walk, it’s just that Sam won’t let me drive his car anymore…” He trailed off in bemusement as Sam groaned and Pepper’s smile widened.
Tony continued to stare.