So, not sure if you knew this, but they were g…

So, not sure if you knew this, but they were going to make Clint out to be Steve's son for modern times. But since the time changes with the Steve being capsized(pun intended) into the ice and Clint's own backstory happening well after world war 2 it didn't happen.(Well I like to think it could have worked out that way) Could you write a story about Clint hiding that he's Steve's son and some how Steve finds out.

It went a little different than expected but I hope you like it nevertheless 😉

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Hydra was history… and Shield, too. Fury was alive and he had met him in front of his own headstone, together with Sam and Natasha. But for now he had no idea what he should do. With Shield his job was gone, too, and so he thought he could visit Tony. The man in the entrance hall recognized him immediately and led him to the express elevator to the upper floors, to Tony’s penthouse.

“Hey,” Tony expected him already when the doors opened. He held two bottles of beer in his hand and before Steve could answer Tony had shoved one of them n his hand.

“Well, hello to you, too, Tony,” he smirked but clinked his bottle to Tony’s before he took a sip.

“It’s good you’re here,” Tony said and gestured for him to follow him. “There’s something you need to see.”

“Wha…” managed Steve before Tony interrupted him.

“I was just about to call you. Did they tell you if mind reading was one of your abilities?” He said while walking to the workstation he had in his living room.

“No,” Steve shook his head. “But since I’m unemployed at the moment I thought I could visit you.”

“Anyway, it’s good timing you’re here,” Tony said and with a wave of his hand he started the computer and it showed something he couldn’t identify.

“What’s that?” Steve asked and frowned.

“Remember all the Shield stuff Natasha dumped in the internet?” Tony asked and Steve nodded. “J downloaded it. And I just took a closer look.”

“Okay,” Steve said and took a sip from his beer.

“Steve, my friend,” Tony said and grinned like a Cheshire cat, “Congratulations, you’re a dad.”

Steve spat his beer on Tony’s Metallica shirt.

“I’m a what?” he squawked.

“When they pimped you up, they took samples. All kind of samples,” Tony said. “Blood, tissue, hair, urine… and sperm.”

Steve blushed violently. Of course he remembered all the medical tests they did afterwards.

“When you went down in the ice they dropped Project Rebirth,” Tony said and showed him a few documents. Steve read and nodded slowly. “But then,” Tony continued, “in the late seventies someone found a few of your old samples and thought it would be a good idea to use them. Well, not the urine or your hair, but…”

“I understand!” Steve snapped. “So… uh…”

“The thing is, Steven, they used your sperm to create new super soldiers. It didn’t work the way they wanted, they weren’t super soldiers, but…”

“What? What is it, Tony?”

“Eight,” Tony said. “They used your sperm to create eight identical children. And your friend Nick knew about it.”

“He… knew about it?” Steve had to sit down. “Do you… do you know the names?”

“No, not yet. I was just about to search for them when J told me you’re on your way up here,” Tony explained.

“Eight… I have eight children?”

“Well, since they were born 1979 they’re technically not children anymore but… yes, you’re the father of eight children.”

“But…” Steve just started but Jarvis interrupted them.

“I have decrypted the documents. I know the names now.”

“Show me,” Tony said and started to read, “Okay, here we go. The names are William Brandt, Aaron Cross, Jason Walsh, William James, Brian Gamble, James Coughlin, Jerry Pierce and…” Tony stopped and Steve looked at him expectantly.

“And?” He asked and Tony looked at him for a long moment. “And, Tony?”

“Clinton Barton,” he said.

“What?” Steve blurted. “Clint? Clint is my son?”

“It… it seems to be.”

“Tony,” Steve looked at him now. “Can you find the others? Can you find them? Can you find out what they do? If they…”

“Yes,” Tony interrupted him. “I will find them.” He patted Steve’s shoulder. “And you? What about you?”

“I… uh… I guess I will have to talk to Clint.”

“Steve…” Tony said but Steve shook his head.

“It’s okay,” he said. “I will have to talk to Clint and then I go to Fury to smack him in the puss.”

“That’s the spirit, Steven.”

'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.

“Rumlow?”

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.

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“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.”