Clint Barton is Kate Bishop’s biggest fan he probably fights people on the internet who talk shit about her, he probably calls himself “Hawkeye’s sidekick” all the time, he DEFINITELY has her autograph
Chapter Three: Clint shows up at the tower. He was even less what Tony was expecting that Steve was. And then there are feelings.
Fic Summary: It’s been little over a year of the Avengers working together and they’ve become close. They’ve become friends. Family, some of them will whisper quietly, but only in the deepest parts of their minds where no one else can hear.
When a mission goes wrong and Clint is killed, all of the Avengers are affected, but Tony disappears into his workshop for days. When he finally comes out, he has a new AI: a robotic bird named Featherbrain, who speaks in a familiar voice.
Meanwhile, Clint wakes up, a prisoner in a cell, but he’s not alone. Sitting across from him is Loki, and no one knows where either of them are. They’ll have to work together to escape, but how can Clint possibly trust Loki?
When Tony Stark opened his tower to the other members of the Avengers, he expected it would make assembling easier and get Fury to stop glaring at him like an angry, pirate cyclops. He didn’t expect to become friends with these people, much less family, but there was no other words for how they fit together. He didn’t think there was a person in the universe brave enough to ask if Natasha Romanov was the mom (besides, Tony was pretty sure if there was a mom, it was Nick Fury).
Regardless of his expectations, though, they become a team, and friends, and then family.
And then a mission goes wrong and Clint Barton dies, leaving the rest of the Avengers struggling to stay together against the force of their grief.
In a prison deep underground, Clint Barton wakes up, alive, and he’s not alone. If Thor made it back to Asgard, he arrived without his brother.
With Thor trapped in Asgard and the rest of the Avengers believing Clint dead, the two enemies have to work together to survive and escape. They may manage to save each other, their families, and the entire universe, if they don’t kill each other first.
“The day we met,” Tony said slowly, tracing a thin finger around the lip of his glass, “you said you could provide for our family.”
“Yes?” Clint said. His milkshake was gone. He had no idea how Tony still had most of his left. Ice cream was awesome
“Does that mean you…” Tony trailed off and made a motion with his hands.
“Do I what?”
“Can you… get… you know. Pregnant?”
Clint blinked at the question. Tony had an earnest look on his face, hands clasped tightly around the base of his glass, brown eyes wide.
“Yes,” Clint said finally, somberly. “You can… what was the phrase Sam used? Knock me up? But only when I’m wearing my pelt.”
Tony’s throat bobbed as he visibly swallowed. “So to have kids, we have to have sex when you’re wearing…”
“That’s right. The gestation period lasts about ten months. I’ll have to stay in my pelt the whole time.” Clint paused to pick up a spoon and swipe some of the foam out of Tony’s glass. “Since you won’t be around to protect me in the ocean, you’ll have to build an aquarium in the tower. Two stories, if you don’t mind. I’ll need the exercise to keep my figure.”
“I… I can do that,” Tony squeaked. He cleared his throat. “Whatever you need.”
Aw shit. Clint’s heart melted. His human was so silly, but sweet down to the bone. “Tony, Baby, I can’t get pregnant. I’m just messing with you.”
“What?!” Tony yelped. “Then what was all that about your pelt?!”
Clint laughed. “I’m a man regardless of whether I have my pelt or not. If we want kids, we’ll need to adopt or find a surrogate.”
“You asshole.” Tony bawled up a napkin and threw it at him. You nearly gave me a heart attack!”
Still laughing, Clint dodged. “I couldn’t help it. You’re adorable.”
“Asshole,” Tony repeated, flushed pink to the tips of his ears. “You know I don’t know much about selkies.” He looked down at his milkshake, embarrassed.
Clint reached across the table and took Tony’s hands in his. “Baby, I’m sorry. You were right; that was mean. But I love that you were ready to do whatever I wanted. You were so ready to provide for me and our pups… I’ve never had that before,” he confessed softly. “It’s amazing.”
Tony sighed. “You’re mean, but good with compliments,” he grumbled.
“Good enough to share the rest of your milkshake?”
“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.
Clint twisted around immediately. The conversation at the table hushed, Natasha, Bucky, Steve and Sam all going quiet as they all looked up. The speaker was a short, very attractive guy dressed in a well-cut suit. He was holding out Clint’s pelt.
Clint stared.
The guy’s smile slipped under the face of all the scrutiny. He dusted nervously at the pelt. “I, um, sorry? I think it slipped off your chair when the waitress walked by? And someone almost stepped on it?”
“Thank you,” Natasha said, jabbing Clint in the side. Hard. He grunted.
“Thanks,” he echoed, taking his pelt. He hadn’t even noticed it slipping off the chair. His friends were going to mock him forever.
“You’re welcome,” the guy said with another, shyer smile. It made his brown eyes sparkle. He turned to walk away. Clint’s eyes immediately dropped to admire his ass, because hot damn.
“Clint!” Steve hissed. “Stop drooling. Your mate is walking away and you don’t even know his name!”
Shit. Right. Clint jolted upright and caught a whiff of the guy’s scent. Human. His brain clicked into gear, reviewing what he knew of humans. Thank god for Sam. Otherwise, Clint would’ve assumed that the human knew they were mates. He knew exactly what to do.
He strutted up behind the guy, who was waiting for the hostess to bring him his jacket, and said, “Hey.”
The guy turned, looking startled and slightly afraid. “Hey?”
Smoothly, Clint knelt, draping his pelt across his knee, and took the guy’s hand. “Will you marry me?”
“What?” the guy said.
“What?” said the attractive redhead standing beside him.
“What?!” Sam yelled somewhere behind them.
“I know you’re human,” Clint said earnestly. “It’s okay. I don’t mind going through the human ceremony as well. I hear it involves good food.”
The guy looked frozen, mouth hanging open.
“Oh my god,” the redhead said. “You’re a selkie.”
“I am,” Clint said, with some pride. His pelt still wasn’t in very good shape. It had taken lots of beatings. But he stroked it gently and beamed up at his new mate. Maybe his mate would be willing to help him gloss his pelt in the evening.
“Tony, you picked up a selkie’s pelt,” the redhead said. “You picked up a selkie’s pelt.” She sounded like she was torn between laughing and yelling. It was a tone Clint was intimate with; Natasha often sounded the same way when she thought they’d done something stupid.
“I… I didn’t…” Tony actually squeaked. It was adorable. His cheeks had gone pink. “I… what?”
“We’re mates now because you picked up my pelt,” Clint explained. If Tony didnt know much about selkies, that meant Clint got to teach him! He squeezed Tony’s hand gently. “But Sam explained that humans have their own ceremonies. You can teach me about them.” He smiled.
Tony squeaked again, seemingly unable to look away or respond. Clint liked that. He’d always hoped to find a mate that found him attractive, and who was attractive in turn. He shifted and deliberately bulged one of his biceps, just so that Tony could see he was muscular.
“I can provide for our family,” he added, just in case that was an issue. “I teach kids how to shoot bows.”
The redhead now looked more like she wanted to laugh than yell. “That’s very commendable,” she said, covering her mouth with one hand to hide her smile. “Well, Tony? You didn’t answer…?”
“Clint,” Clint said quickly. “Clint Barton.”
“Clint. You didn’t answer Clint.”
Clint nodded and smiled. “So, Tony, will you marry me?”
Tony opened his mouth and then closed it. He blinked slowly, eyelashes long and dark, before finally whispering an uncertain, “Uh, sure?”
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