'If you want this back, you'll do wh…

'If you want this back, you'll do whatever I say.' Brock threatening someone (Steve, Bruce, Tony) with Clint?

It was dark in the room when Tony opened the door. He frowned. He knew, when he had left the room minutes earlier to get some coffee he had left the light on. He switched on the small lamp over his workbench and looked around.

“FRIDAY?” he asked, but the AI kept quiet. “FRIDAY,” he said again, but stopped, when he saw something move in the back of his workshop.

“Clint?” he asked but someone started to chuckle.

“Clint’s not here,” a voice said. He had heard the voice before and stopped dead in his tracks.


The man moved forward and came into his view. He could see his burnt face and the smirk on his lips.

“Yeah, Stark, Rumlow,” he said and came closer. Tony looked for something he could use as weapon but Rumlow apparently saw it and shook his head. “Don’t,” he said.

“Why are you here? And how did you get in?” Tony snapped.

“It was my job, remember? And why am I here? Hmm… maybe because I have to offer you a deal,” he smiled.

Now it was Tony who snorted. “A deal? With you? You gotta be kidding?”

Rumlow didn’t answer, he reached in his pocket and when Tony stiffened he raised his other hand to show him that he had no weapon in it. Tony waited and Rumlow pulled out a flash drive. He gave it to Tony who looked at it, his brow raised. “You have to put it in your computer and look at it,” Rumlow said.

“Yeah, and you’ve spiked it with viruses and all that?” Tony asked. Rumlow shook his head and Tony put his mug down, went to one of the computers. When the screen flickered to life he clicked on the file he found on the flashdrive and saw a few videos there.

“Look at them,” Rumlow said. Tony frowned but clicked on the first one. And when he saw it, he had to sit down. It was gay hardcore fetish porn and he recognized the sub immediately. It was Clint. He wore a leather harness, was tied to a bench and two guys just spit roasted him, while a third one tortured his dick with a cattle prod.

“Ah, that’s my favorite one,” Rumlow giggled. “But you should look at the others, too,” he added.

“Where did you get them?” Tony asked and Rumlow sat down opposite of him.

“Oh, I know people. The one where he got fisted is hot as well,” he grinned.

“What do you want?” Tony wanted to know. He stopped the movie and the screen went black. Of course he knew, that Clint had made porn, Clint had told him, but he had never seen one. He didn’t want to see them. He had just thought that he had all of them deleted. Rumlow reached over and fetched the flash drive back.

“It’s the only copy. If you want this back, you’ll better do what I say,” he said with a grin.

“Why don’t I just shoot you and take it?” Tony asked. Rumlow shrugged and drew his gun.

“Maybe because I removed all your weapons while you were gone and disabled your AI so you can’t call your suits for help,” he said.

“Again,” Tony said and closed his eyes, “What do you want?”

“Oh, only the access codes for the new SHIELD HQ,” Rumlow smirked. Tony’s brows hit his hairline.

“You kidding, right?” He asked and Rumlow shook his head. But just when he opened his mouth again something hit his shoulder. He turned his head and stared disbelievingly at the tranquilizer dart. He tried to rise his gun but his hand refused to work.

“You know,” Tony said and rose, “when Fury disabled my AI that one time, I built in a failsafe. As soon as someone without authority meddles with my stuff, an alarm goes off.”

Clint came over to him when Tony leaned down and took the flash drive.

“He didn’t take into account that you’re a genius?” Clint looked at the unconscious man on the ground. Tony shook his head.

“No, apparently not,” he smiled. “Thanks for coming down to save me.” He gave the flash drive to Clint. “I guess this is yours.”

“Thanks,” Clint said earnestly . “You know that I love you?”

“I know,” Tony said and smiled at him.

Clint rolled his eyes. “Dork.”

“Love you, too.”

Have u ever written an ironhawk fic where clin…

Have u ever written an ironhawk fic where clint go spy on tony instead of nat ? If not please write it ! I luv ur work !

With a groan Clint landed on the floor beside the huge ventilator. “Next time,” he moaned, “I get to seduce the rich guy.” He knew that not only the IMF team listened but also Phil and Nat. After all, he was sent to make sure the IMF could handle the Cobalt situation.

He could hear Ethan chuckle and Nat snigger through his special comm unit that connected him to both, his actual team and the one he was sent to support. He had no idea that he got his chance only a few months later.

The IMF had solved the Cobalt situation, they stopped the nuclear missile and Clint was called back to SHIELD. They had a mission according to his wishes Coulson had said and smirked evilly.

“You want me to what?” Clint asked disbelievingly and stared at the file in his hand.

“We want you to go undercover in Stark Industries,” Phil repeated. “You’re going to be a notary in their legal department, Clay Barrowman. And maybe you manage to get… a little closer.”

“A little closer?” Clint frowned and Phil nodded at the file in his hand.

“Tony Stark swings both ways,” he said. “And you’re exactly his type.”

“Why don’t you send Natasha?” he asked and Phil took a deep breath.

“Do you really think another red-head in his life would do the trick?”

Clint shook his head. “Probably not.”

“Right,” Phil said. “You start your assignment in three days.”

Clint took the file and rose. He had work to do to get into his new role.


“Tony,” Pepper called. “I’m going to ask you just this one time to sign over your company.”

Clint entered the gym, a folder in his hand, and saw Tony Stark in a boxing ring, together with his driver slash bodyguard slash gofer Happy Hogan. He took in the scenery and the two men in the ring stopped for a moment and watched him walk over to Ms. Potts. He wore a dark gray suit, the pants a little tight in the right places, a light gray shirt and a dark purple tie. He could literally feel Stark’s eyes on him when he walked through the room.

“I need your signature here and here,” Clint said, opened the folder and showed Ms. Potts where to sign. She did and he looked up to see Stark scrutinize him.

“Who are you?” he asked and Clint turned to Stark now.

“Clay Barrowman,” he said. “And I need your signature, Mr. Stark.”

Stark left the ring, a bottle with weird green stuff in his hand, and went to him. “Do you box?”

“Not in a while,” Clint said and Stark gestured at the ring where Hogan waited and stared at him disbelievingly.

Clint removed his suit jacket and entered the ring where Hogan talked to him, but he didn’t listen. He held Stark and Potts in his eyes and he saw Stark just google his profile. They would soon find the photos from his faked acting career and he knew he had them when Stark just whistled through his teeth.

Hogan moved behind him and Clint reacted on instinct. He grabbed his arm, twisted it around and had him on the floor in two seconds. Hogan yelped and slapped the floor three times and Clint let him up.

“What the fuck was that?” Hogan muttered.

“I want one,” Stark just said when Clint turned to leave the ring again.

“Oh no,” Potts protested but Stark just rose and went to him.

“Do you like it in legal?” he asked and Clint shrugged.

“I had worse jobs,” he said and smiled and Stark licked his lips.

“Well, Mr. Barrowman,” he said. “My former personal assistant just got promoted and… what do you think about a new job?”

“Tony, no! I don’t think it’s a good idea,” Potts said again but Stark ignored her.

“What do you say?”

“Yeah,” Clint smiled. “I’d like that.”

“Well then,” Stark patted his shoulder. “See you tomorrow morning, Mr. Barrowman.”

“Until tomorrow, then.”

Can we have some jealous/over protective/posse…

Can we have some jealous/over protective/possessive Tony (ironhawk) when Phil comes back and reveals he never died? Please and thank you in advance 🙂

It took Clint three months to use his bow again. It took him five months to be able to work again. It took him eight months to be able to trust again. It took him a year to allow friendship again. It took him two and a half years to allow himself to love again.

And then it took another four months to admit, that he and Tony were an item now. And Clint was… yes… he was happy again.

But then he had to appear on the screen again.

They all thought he was dead. They had seen the footage of him dying on the helicarrier, his heart pierced through with Loki’s spear. They were on his funeral.

And now Phil Coulson stood in Tony Stark’s living room, very much alive.

“Why?” Tony asked and walked around him. He touched his shoulder to verify if he was a human and not a hologram.

“It was not my idea,” Coulson said. He held his hands folded in front of his chest.

“And why now?”

“I need Clint’s help,” he said. Tony folded his arms over his chest.

“You? You need Clint’s help? What for?” He snapped. “To break his heart again?”

“Tony,” Coulson started but when Tony raised a hand warningly, he sighed. “Okay, I have a team. We operate off the records. Only Fury knew about us. That’s why we survived the Hydra fallout. But now we have a problem and we need a sniper and Clint’s the best I know.”

“Do you have the slightest idea how long it took till he could touch his bow again? He thought he killed you, you asshat!” Tony snarled angrily. “What do you think will happen when he realizes that you betrayed him? Huh?”

“Tony, please…”

“Don’t ‘Tony, please’ me! He loved you and you pretended to be dead? How could you do that to him!”

“I’m sorry, Tony, but…” Coulson said again but Tony interrupted him with a harsh gesture.

“Oh! You think you say sorry and everything is okay? Where are you when he can’t sleep because he dreams of killing you? Where are you when he’s so depressed that he can’t even leave his bed? What do you think will happen, when I tell him that you’re here?”

“You don’t have to tell him. I can..” Phil started but once again Tony interrupted him.

“You really think I let you go to him?” He snapped.

“It’s important that I speak with him. I need him for this mission. There’s no option,” Phil said.

“Forget it,” Tony said and shook his head.

“Why don’t you let him decide?” Phil asked and cocked his head and now Tony shook his head.

“Did you even listen what I said?” He asked back but this time Phil just tried to get past him and Tony called two of his suits to block the door. Phil stopped and stared at the suits that had raised their hands and aimed at him.

“Really?” Tony cocked his head.

“It’s important, Stark!” Phil said now and Tony realized the change from ‘Tony’ to ‘Stark’.

“Listen, man,” Tony said now and made a step in Phil’s direction. “Give me the file. I’ll talk to him and if he wants to take the job he’ll call you. But I will not let you talk to him, not after what you did to him. Take it or leave it.”

Phil took a deep breath and scrutinized Tony for a very long moment. And then he eventually nodded. “Fine,” he said, reached in his pocket and pulled out an USB flash drive. He gave it to Tony together with a business card. “Call me when you’ve talked with him.”

He turned around and walked back to the door, but before he left the house he looked over his shoulder, looked at Tony and a sad smile appeared on his lips. “Take care of him.”

Tony nodded. “I will.”

“I have a friend with a radio station, y…

“I have a friend with a radio station, you know. Broadcast it all over the city.” Any pairing, but possibly Clint's time as a carney kid is what they are threatening to share? (What he did in the circus can be up to you as well)

“I have a friend with a radio station,” the man said and grinned. “Broadcast it all over the city.” He gestured at Clint, who stood on the other side of the room, wearing a tuxedo, talking to General Hammond. He seemed relaxed, despite him having to attend one of the charity events he hated so much. Tony looked at him and deliberated if he should drag him out onto the deck and throw him over the balustrade.

“What do you think the world would say if they learn what your precious husband had done when he was a child?” The man in front of Tony grinned again.

“Are you threatening me?” Tony asked calmly.

“Well, yes,” the man said again. “A carnie kid whose father killed his mother in a car crash, people would love to hear that. A carnie who left school with twelve and…”

Tony made a step in his direction. “Careful what you say next,” he hissed.

“Mr. Stark,” the man grinned. “Ten million dollars or the whole world will learn that they put their lives in the hands of an undereducated hick when the Avengers come to save the world.”

“Get! Out!” Tony hissed and the man made a step back and took a bow before he turned and left. He took a deep breath and looked at Clint again. He just laughed at something the General had said and even he could see  his scrunching nose and the wrinkles around his eyes.

He pinched the bridge of his nose, put the glass he held in his hand down on a table and went over to Clint. Just when he was close Clint turned, saw him and the smile on his face broadened.

“Excuse me, General,” Tony smiled at the man beside Clint. “Can I borrow my husband for a moment?”

“Sure, Mr. Stark,” the General nodded and Clint and Tony left the ball room together.

“What’s wrong?” He asked as soon as they were alone.

“I promised to never asked but…” he sighed and looked up again. “But what did you do in the circus, Clint,” he said then.

“Why do you ask?” Clint wanted to know and Tony took a deep breath.

“I… need to know,” he said then. Clint scrutinized him for a long moment before he nodded.

“My brother and me, we had an act together, a combination of artistry and our skills with the bows,” he said then.

“That’s it?” Tony said. Clint looked at him again with that unreadable gaze.

“And we robbed banks,” he added after a long moment. “Our mentors Trick Shot and Swordsman, my brother and me.”

“Does anyone know about the banks?” Tony asked. Clint shook his head.

“Why do you ask?”

“So, no one knows about the banks, right?” Clint nodded.

“SHIELD knows but they checked it. No one knows about them.”

“You and your brother… are you still able to do that? Your routine, I mean?” He asked then.

“Sure,” Clint said. “I mean, with a little training, but…” he stopped, cocked his head. “What’s wrong, Tony?”

“Some asshat tried to blackmail us, said he would broadcast it all over the city that you’ve been in the circus and that people would hate you then. And so I thought we just turn the tables and give the people the most artistic performance in the world, a charity performance and…”

Clint cocked his head. “That’s… actually, that’s a good idea,” he smiled. “I’ll call Barney. Let’s beat him at his own game.”

“I knew there was a reason why I married you,” Tony smiled.

And Clint chuckled, “I love you, too.”

IronHawk number 81.“Sweet dreams.”

IronHawk number 81.“Sweet dreams.”

If you’d ask Tony, he’d say that he was a happy man. Not because he was richer than god, not because he was famous and well-known everywhere, not because he was Iron Man, a hero and an Avenger, no, Tony was a happy man because he had found the love of his life.

He had never expected it, not with his past, but it happened and for two years he was together with Clint Barton now. Clint completed him in a way no one before ever had. And Tony… Tony was happy.

He smiled, when he walked down the stairs to the kitchen. He just got up and found the bed beside him empty but he knew that Clint went for a jog every morning. But he should be back by now and when he entered the kitchen he saw him standing at the stove. He wore only sweatpants. No shoes, no shirt, nothing else and music blared through the room.

Tony frowned a bit but then he went over to Clint, who sang along to the song. He put his arms around his waist from behind and could smell shower gel and shampoo.

“Sweet dreams? Really?” He said. Clint turned around, a broad smile on his lips and he leaned in and kissed Tony. He could taste coffee and toothpaste and bacon and even if it was weird he loved it.

“The song’s a classic,” he said then. “One of three really good eighties songs.”

“There were many awesome songs in the eighties,” Tony said and moved a bit so he could look around Clint. He had a bowl with batter in front of him and just made waffles with bacon. Tony loved them. He tried to snatch one of them but Clint’s reflexes were fast and he grabbed Tony’s hand.

“Nope,” he said. “To both of it.”

“Why can’t I have a waffle?” Tony complained and Clint kissed his nose.

“Because we’re gonna eat them on the deck in a few minutes,” Clint said and opened the waffle maker. It smelled so alluring his mouth was watering.

“Three songs, huh?”

“Yep,” Clint said and nodded earnestly now. “‘Sweet dreams’, ‘Walk like an Egyptian’ and ‘Safety dance’.”

“Really? Tony said again. “Wow. What about ‘Don’t stop believin’’? What about ‘Sweet Child o’mine’? What about ‘Under Pressure’?”

“No, these are timeless classics, but what I mean are those typical eighties songs, you know,” Clint said and poured more batter in the waffle maker. Tony licked his lips and his stomach started to rumble.

“I like Annie Lennox,” Tony said then. “I met her once,” he added then.

“You met her?” Clint cocked his head.

“Yeah,” Tony nodded. “She was on one of the Stark charity events my mom organized regularly.”

“Cool,” Clint said and opened the waffle maker and took out two perfect waffles. Tony’s stomach rumbled louder. “Okay, take two mugs and the coffee pot, I’ll bring the waffles and then you can tell me everything about your encounter with Annie Lennox.”

Tony smiled and kissed Clint again but then he let go of him to fetch mugs and the coffee pot. He couldn’t stop smiling when he followed Clint up to the deck. Yes, Tony Stark was a really, really happy man. And the reason was the man in front of him who made bacon waffles for him just because he loved him.