"Steve?" Clint asks, when Tony doesn't say anything. "How was he?"
"Mad. You know Rogers versus the big unfair world. I think he was looking for someone to punch."
"I'd join him," Clint says, and Tony picks his head up again as something clicks, to find Clint holding a gun out to him, grip first.
"Aw. For me?"
"What happened to Rhodes?"
"I don't know, Clint."
That makes Clint go still and silent. Then he checks the clip one more time to cover, before offering Tony the gun again, and waits for him to take it before he says, "Shit. Sorry, man. You think they got him?"
"I think you're writing him off pretty quick." It comes out light. Tony's practiced saying it and thinking it, and banishing his worry, but Clint's expression doesn't change as he gets to his feet to drag his pants on. They look a bit loose. Either Clint's lost weight on the lam, or a flattering wardrobe hasn't been high on his list of necessities.
"I'll find him," Tony says, at the ceiling again. "I found you."
Clint scoffs. "I think I found you."
"Agree to disagree."
"Can we contact Cap?" Clint asks, letting the subject of Rhodey drop. "Do you know where he is now?"
"You want to assemble? That's cute, Barton. Have you even heard from Fury lately?"
He's pretty sure that will shut Clint up, but Clint says, "Yes," and doesn't even sound like he's winning an argument. He just sounds solemn and grim in a way that Tony wishes he wasn't hearing from Clint. Not even any temper in it.
"Well, shit. How is the old cyclops?"
A shrug. Not good, that means. Or it means, fine but not in a position to help. Or it could mean anything. Tony waits for Clint to elaborate, but he doesn't. Just stands there silently with shadows in his eyes, waiting for Tony to read something in his expression.
"Who's dead?" he asks eventually, because that's the only reason he can come up with for Clint to look like that. "It's can't be Nat--"
"She's fine, last I heard."
"Last you heard," Tony echoes, and smiles darkly, mostly because the idea of Clint and Natasha not being in contact seems outlandish. He also doesn't doubt that they really haven't been in communication. That other than touching in with Fury, Clint's been on his own. Maybe that's what the empty, hunted look is about.
"You need a burger, Clint. And maybe two extra helpings of fries. And a bowl of chili for desert."
Clint laughs. "Do I ever."
"And you've gotta do your laundry. Have some standards."
Clint laughs again, and drops his bag on top of Tony, then comes back to lie on his stomach, at Tony's side, his knees bent so that Tony can just see his bare feet if he tilts his head a little. "Then take me to a laundromat and loan me some change," he says, not quite mock seductive, but like he's trying to see if he's in the mood for making the joke.
"Sure," Tony tells him, without moving. "Don't worry about it, babe. I'm loaded."
They're quiet for a while, just enjoying the company and the familiarity, and then Clint takes a breath and starts, "Tony--"
"Shut it. If anyone is dead, I don't want to know until I have to."
"We're gonna win this," Clint says instead, not determined the way Steve had sounded, but just matter of fact. "Figure out how you can get or build a suit."
"You think I haven't been figuring?"
Clint pushes up, just enough so he can look down at Tony, face serious. "I know where Bruce is," he says. "I don't want to lead anyone to him, but if we get a good solid base--"
"Was this a Fury plan?"
Clint stops talking. Then he looks away and gets off the bed, to find his boots.
"It's a good plan," Tony tells him. "I like the thought through details of and then Hulk. Very solid."
"I know we said scattered targets," Clint says, referring to Steve's emergency they-can't-get-us-all tactics as he pulls a boot on, his shoulder against the wall for balance. "Well, we're scattered. And we don't know where anyone is, or how they're doing, and I'm pretty sick of living in my car. Hell, it's not even my car. I'm gonna get picked up for boosting before I get picked up for treason to the great state of Hydra."
"Can't you at least let me take you to dinner before you try to seduce me into your coup?"
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"Mad. You know Rogers versus the big unfair world. I think he was looking for someone to punch."
"I'd join him," Clint says, and Tony picks his head up again as something clicks, to find Clint holding a gun out to him, grip first.
"Aw. For me?"
"What happened to Rhodes?"
"I don't know, Clint."
That makes Clint go still and silent. Then he checks the clip one more time to cover, before offering Tony the gun again, and waits for him to take it before he says, "Shit. Sorry, man. You think they got him?"
"I think you're writing him off pretty quick." It comes out light. Tony's practiced saying it and thinking it, and banishing his worry, but Clint's expression doesn't change as he gets to his feet to drag his pants on. They look a bit loose. Either Clint's lost weight on the lam, or a flattering wardrobe hasn't been high on his list of necessities.
"I'll find him," Tony says, at the ceiling again. "I found you."
Clint scoffs. "I think I found you."
"Agree to disagree."
"Can we contact Cap?" Clint asks, letting the subject of Rhodey drop. "Do you know where he is now?"
"You want to assemble? That's cute, Barton. Have you even heard from Fury lately?"
He's pretty sure that will shut Clint up, but Clint says, "Yes," and doesn't even sound like he's winning an argument. He just sounds solemn and grim in a way that Tony wishes he wasn't hearing from Clint. Not even any temper in it.
"Well, shit. How is the old cyclops?"
A shrug. Not good, that means. Or it means, fine but not in a position to help. Or it could mean anything. Tony waits for Clint to elaborate, but he doesn't. Just stands there silently with shadows in his eyes, waiting for Tony to read something in his expression.
"Who's dead?" he asks eventually, because that's the only reason he can come up with for Clint to look like that. "It's can't be Nat--"
"She's fine, last I heard."
"Last you heard," Tony echoes, and smiles darkly, mostly because the idea of Clint and Natasha not being in contact seems outlandish. He also doesn't doubt that they really haven't been in communication. That other than touching in with Fury, Clint's been on his own. Maybe that's what the empty, hunted look is about.
"You need a burger, Clint. And maybe two extra helpings of fries. And a bowl of chili for desert."
Clint laughs. "Do I ever."
"And you've gotta do your laundry. Have some standards."
Clint laughs again, and drops his bag on top of Tony, then comes back to lie on his stomach, at Tony's side, his knees bent so that Tony can just see his bare feet if he tilts his head a little. "Then take me to a laundromat and loan me some change," he says, not quite mock seductive, but like he's trying to see if he's in the mood for making the joke.
"Sure," Tony tells him, without moving. "Don't worry about it, babe. I'm loaded."
They're quiet for a while, just enjoying the company and the familiarity, and then Clint takes a breath and starts, "Tony--"
"Shut it. If anyone is dead, I don't want to know until I have to."
"We're gonna win this," Clint says instead, not determined the way Steve had sounded, but just matter of fact. "Figure out how you can get or build a suit."
"You think I haven't been figuring?"
Clint pushes up, just enough so he can look down at Tony, face serious. "I know where Bruce is," he says. "I don't want to lead anyone to him, but if we get a good solid base--"
"Was this a Fury plan?"
Clint stops talking. Then he looks away and gets off the bed, to find his boots.
"It's a good plan," Tony tells him. "I like the thought through details of and then Hulk. Very solid."
"I know we said scattered targets," Clint says, referring to Steve's emergency they-can't-get-us-all tactics as he pulls a boot on, his shoulder against the wall for balance. "Well, we're scattered. And we don't know where anyone is, or how they're doing, and I'm pretty sick of living in my car. Hell, it's not even my car. I'm gonna get picked up for boosting before I get picked up for treason to the great state of Hydra."
"Can't you at least let me take you to dinner before you try to seduce me into your coup?"