Up, up in a cloud [Tony/Clint - Monday]

[playboy_philanthropist]

Once Clint went down for a nap, it was far too easy for Tony to change their course. Not that he was complaining about easy considering he had been ramping up for a stellar argument to get his way before Clint's laziness saved him the effort. It wasn't that he was purposefully avoiding going home. It was taking advantage of a good opportunity like any good businessman. After all, they had a quinjet and a mission that could take much more time to finish than it had actually taken them. They needed some good R&R and rewards for pulling this mission off without a hitch. Plus if Fury was going to yell at him, he might as well give him more ammo than just dropping off the nukes at the nuclear plant to get dealt with. Warm and tropical sounded like a wonderful thing to get yelled at for.

He was well over the ocean (instead of landing back at NYC) when he heard Clint stirring in the back. "You waking up back there," he called out. "Because if you're just fumbling about to get more comfortable, I might be tempted to bank his baby really hard and send you onto the floor."

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[agent_barton]

One glance out the small window in the back told Clint that something was wrong. Or knowing Stark, he'd decided to go on a jaunt before heading home. "I'm getting overtime for this, you know. Since this is technically your mission, you're approving it."

Clint settled into the co-pilot's chair, glancing down at the gauges." Are we heading to Hawaii?" he asked incredulously. "Seriously, Stark, this isn't cool. I don't have trunks or anything with me."

[playboy_philanthropist]

"Kauai," Tony drawled out with a grin. "If we want to be exact. Approved. I'm sure that Fury will approve it too as I bet you are getting overtime anyway for having to deal with me. And I might be getting it for having to deal with you. I'll have to ask around about that."

He rolled his eyes as he glanced over at Clint. "What? You think that an island resort doesn't have a place that sells swim trunks? Besides, where we're heading, you might not even be leaving your room at all for the next few days. Best masseuses in Hawaii. We'll be able to serve you as dessert when we get back. Pudding. Every time."

[agent_barton]

Clint was speechless for a moment, settling back into his chair. "Just humoring you here - where are we heading again? You know I've got a life back in New York. People to see, places to go. We're supposed to be having Thanksgiving on Thursday, right?"

Not that a massage didn't sound fucking fantastic right now. "What's going on?" he asked, pretty sure there was more to this than just pissing off Colonel Fury.

[playboy_philanthropist]

"PureKauai. Custom luxury and spa vacations redefined." Tony waved a hand dismissively. "They have other stuff too if you think you'll get bored. Outdoorsy stuff like surfing and hiking and horseback riding. But the main part is the massages and pampering and personal chefs." He rolled his eyes again. "You're on a mission that didn't have an end time. You can't have made that many plans." He wrinkled his nose slightly. "Don't worry, we'll be back in plenty of time for Thanksgiving. And by plenty of time I mean latest time back will be Wednesday night. Not purely last minute and all."

He raised an eyebrow. "What's going on? We're going on trip. A nice, relaxing trip. Us normal bros have to look after each other and your ass must be sore from sitting in that sub seat. Hey, they have personal hula lessons too if you're into that thing."

[agent_barton]

"I might have had plans," he muttered, wondering how he was going to explain this to Steve. Of course, it was Tony, so Steve would most likely understand, he hoped. "I guess I can handle a massage and a personal chef." Land in sight, the lovely Hawaiian islands off in the distance, Clint pulled out his cell phone and began texting.

"So, we're normal bros?" he asked as the quinjet landed and two men in neat resort uniforms grabbed their bags (Clint keeping hold of the one that held his weapons). "I'm touched, Stark," he added, taking a deep breath and looking around at the beauty of the land.

[playboy_philanthropist]

"Might isn't helping your case," Tony pointed out. "Might isn't set in stone. Might is what you use to wiggle out of things." He put on a mock pout. "You keep talking like that and I might have to revoke bro status. I mean, I can only take so much ungrateful from someone who isn't me."

He took a deep breath himself, relaxing a bit as he circled around, taking in everything. It'd been awhile after all. "Although considering everything, I'd say abnormal bros would be more in order. You know, world saving, etc, etc."

[agent_barton]

"Abnormal bros. I like that." They followed the resort workers toward a private cabana away from the main buildings, not going near the front desk. "I guess being a billionaire means that people come to you," he snorted as someone places a couple key cards in Tony's hands, shaking his hand profusely.

Once inside, Clint placed his weapons on the large table, and looked around the over-sized suite. "I'm not hating you right now, Stark." There was a large balcony overseeing a huge beach, and he could see people in the distance, white sand and crystal blue water. "Yeah, I could do this." But there was something else... Clint waited until the resort staff all left before flopping on the sofa, looking over at Tony. "What's really going on?"

If they were going to be here a couple days, Tony would have to talk sooner or later. "C'mon, I'm not gonna say anything, if you're worried."

[playboy_philanthropist]

Yes, it had been too long if the staff was handing him things. You would think they'd still have his preferences on file. He'd have to have a talk with them. But later. Before the staff left, he gave them a good tip and instructions for the personal shopper. Food. Swim trunks. Measurements courtesy for JARVIS.

Once they were gone, Tony strode across the suite to investigate the alcohol on hand. "Welcome to the high life," he said with a grin. "They always come to you when they know they'll be getting a good profit and PR." He pulled out a bottle of scotch (at least they did remember that) and poured out two glasses. He handed Clint the shot as he raised an eyebrow. "What? I need reasons to be impulsive now? I used to do this all the time when I didn't even have this big a hole in my schedule."

[agent_barton]

"My experiences with the high life are limited to SHIELD missions and being kidnapped by you, so I guess I should enjoy them while I can." Taking the scotch, he took a sip and exhaled. Shit, this was good stuff. "I remember reading about you, in magazines and newspapers, even before the whole Iron Man suit. You were like a movie star, except smarter and cockier."

Clint stretched out, looking at the beach beyond the window. "Why don't you do this anymore?" he asked, curious. "It's not like you go into your office everyday, and the Avengers can call you when you want. Why not live on room services forever?"

[playboy_philanthropist]

"Guest. Guest. Not kidnapping. We need to get you away from SHIELD more often if you keep thinking in those terms," Tony said with a wrinkle of his nose. Smirking, he shrugged as he sank down into the sofa next to Clint. "Yeah, well, it was hard to pick up any form of media and not see my name. Still is actually. For fuck's sake, I had baby pictures on magazine covers. Suri Cruise has nothing on me. I'd say she can kiss my ass, but that'd be highly illegal and dirty in a not good way."

He laid an arm across the top of the sofa as he took a sip of his scotch. "Room services doesn't include a lab," he pointed out before shrugging again. "Plus, I was busy. Am busy. First vacation I took after becoming Iron Man, I got my race car slice and diced and nearly neutered by electronic whips. Which are not nearly as kinky as you'd think they'd be. You can ask Natasha about that one. She had a front row seat for it."

[agent_barton]

"She mentioned it," Clint said, taking another drink from his glass. "You impressed her, and I don't have to tell you that isn't easy."

Tony's life just sounded so completely different from his own, it was hard to imagine how they had anything in common. "Yeah, I guess you can't exactly pack your labs in a suitcase and travel with them." Something Tony said made Clint wonder about his normal life. "So, being all billionaire and shit, I guess you're used to having big old holiday events at your place. What kinds of stuff do you usually do for Thanksgiving and Christmas?"

[playboy_philanthropist]

"You wouldn't think that from her report," Tony said with a smirk and a snort. "And no, not an easily transferable hobby, unless I'm working only on electronic schematics, but that gets dull after awhile. All theory no physical."

His lips pressed together for a moment before he took a longer sip of scotch and turning his head to focus more on the view. He lifted his shoulders in small shrug. "Galas. Charity crap." He made a face. "Not that it's crap. But, you know, functions." He waved a hand dismissively. "Like that dinner we went to, but bigger and more sparkling decorations and more food and drinks and people throwing names around. The usual."

[agent_barton]

"C'mon, you know she likes you. A more jealous partner would be wondering why she spends so much time harassing you." Clint finished his drink, and set the glass down. "Luckily for you, I'm cool with your friendship, though there is the disclaimer that I'd have to kick your ass should it come to that, you hurting her in some way."

"The usual, he says. Not that I have any inkling what usual is. Last Christmas, I think we were in Belize, neutralizing a target. Couldn't even tell you about the Christmas before that." SHIELD didn't take holidays off, and Clint didn't have anyone to celebrate with, other than Phil and Natasha, and they were just as indifferent to them as he was.

Resort staff arrived soon after, and Clint selected a pair of swimming trunks from several that were brought. "Okay, I'm going to the beach. You want to come, or are you going to get touched by strangers?" he asked, grabbing a large bottle of water from the fruit basket on the table.

[playboy_philanthropist]

"Man, I'm really glad I didn't bang her now if go all protective older brother just for hanging out and shit," Tony said with a laugh as he finished off his scotch before holding his hands up in surrender.

He mulled over the other bit as he grabbed swim trucks for himself and tossed them over his shoulder before going to fill up his glass again. Well, at least the SHIELD people would be in his awkward boat at least.

"I've had enough water for today. Possibly tomorrow too," he said before smirking mischievously. "And who said anything about a stranger? I'll be interesting to see how much staff they've circled through." He raised his glass. "Have fun out there and watch out for the sea turtles."

[playboy_philanthropist]

Tony was relieved when he actually recognized some of the massage therapists names and that Melanie's was among them. He trusted her as much as he trusted a 'stranger' plus he remembered her being good at taking instructions and the sports and deep tissue would be beneficial. The massage relaxed him well enough. Not as good as Pepper's, but then she had a full access pass and no matter how much he trusted a professional, these sorts of massages would be a back only situation. Freaking out and hurting a masseuse wasn't on his vacation to do list after all.

After giving instructions to the personal chef, he grabbed himself the bottle of scotch and a bottle of water and head out to the balcony. It didn't take long to find a good place to put the chaise lounge that gave him good sun and a good view without leaving himself exposed to any onlookers outside or inside. He stripped off his tshirt so he was only in his swim trunks before settling in the chair. He couldn't remember the last time he'd actually sunbathed, but this was definitely something he needed. Sun and tropical warmth. Like Malibu but not Malibu.

He kept an eye on time on his phone and swapped between the water and scotch. When he heard the door open, he tilted his head to make sure who it was. Seeing Clint, he leaned back and fumbled for his shirt. "The scotch is out here, but I think there are some experimental cocktails out on the table, if you're feeling more adventurous," he called out. "They at least remembered that much about me from my last trip."

[agent_barton]

Clint spent a lot of time thinking about Steve was he was alone out there in the waves, wondering what he was doing, how they'd be able to stay close when Clint left for Colorado. Seeing other couples walking together in the distance made him wonder if and when they'd ever be able to be like that, to be normal. Bits and pieces of the movie they saw the other day, the idea of growing old nagging at the back of his head. Too many things to think about, so in the end he'd just started swimming.

When he got back to the room, Clint grabbed a fruity looking drink and walked toward the sound of Tony's voice. Flopping on a chair across from Tony, he sighed deeply, sinking into the cushion. He was tired, that good tired that came from a hard workout, and this one had been swimming and running and playing in the water, in the sun. Different, and that made today special. "You look like the cat that swallowed the canary," Clint said, taking another sip of his drink. "When's dinner, boss?" he asked, stretching out.

[playboy_philanthropist]

"You look like you could use a good canary," Tony joked as pulled on his shirt before raising a hand and wiggling his fingers like claws. "These claws, they know all the secrets of opening a bird cage."

Relaxing back into his chair, he took a sip of his scotch. "Whenever you like, honey cakes. I'm sure they've got a course one going by now. Or at least something to nibble on. How's the drink?"

[agent_barton]

"I'm good on the bird front, thanks," Clint admitted, feeling warm and comfortable. "And hungry too. I'll eat anything, one of the benefits of growing up hungry all the time. Whatever they're cooking, I want one, medium rare. And a potato."

Being out in the sun had made his appetite explode. "And yes, this drink is great. Or I just really like rum, could be that too."

[playboy_philanthropist]

"And here I thought you were good on the sausage front," Tony teased. "And geez, you too with the starving childhood?" He knocked on the window beside him and raised his voice. "Hey, AJ. Whatever you have, bring it out before the good sir here starts deciding the decorative plants are worth eating. And bring another of the rum drink."

He took another sip of his drink, basking in the sun a moment before grinning as he saw what the chef was bringing out. "Oh AJ, you did always know how to charm me," he said as he picked a black sesame tuille cup filled with Ahi tartare off the plate before it was set down. "Oh and the figs. You'll make me up a batch of those to take home, right? Sure you will. My buddy here has been joking about medium rare meat and potatoes. Sounds like a great challenge to class up tomorrow, don't you think?"

He grinned as AJ laughed and nodded with a 'Yes, Mr. Stark' before heading back inside. He popped the ahi into his mouth with a content murmur before gesturing to the plates. "Dig in, Oliver."

[agent_barton]

"Orphans make the best agents," Clint said, repeating a line from that James Bond movie he and Steve had seen. "Looks like Fury knows where to recruit from, and not just SHIELD. All of us have some family drama we're trying to forget, aren't we?" The food all looked amazing, and Clint didn't hesitate, sitting up and reaching for some of the fish.

"And I'm fine on the sausage front, thanks," Clint retorted, giving Tony an inquisitive look. Something about the way he said that made Clint wonder what exactly Tony knew. It wasn't like they weren't always joking inappropriately with each other - in fact, one of the reasons Clint liked Tony so much was that he reminded him of the carnival barkers that had taken him in and shown him off when he was younger.

But Tony's question was a little more pointed than just a jab. "Spill it, Stark. What do you know?"

[playboy_philanthropist]

"Well, logically yes. You don't have to worry about the family element," Tony said with a shrug. "Family drama, childhood drama, trauma drama. I think that's a prerequisite for this whole fighting evil business. Or at least all the data points towards that."

He smirked as he popped a fig into his mouth. "I know a lot of things. Remember? Genius. We'd be here for months if I told you what I know. Years. Eons. But in the realm of things that are good to know, glad you're fine on the sausage front because I would be very, very disappointed if you haven't used up all those condoms and lube you got for your birthday. Very disappointed."

[agent_barton]

"There's something else, too. It's like, there's a sort of comfort there, a satisfaction that you get from being a small part of something big. I felt at home in the service because of that, and SHIELD as well. Do a good job, and you get a pat on the back. Something you're not used to in the orphanage." Clint wondered for a moment what exactly was in these drinks, making him chattier than normal about subjects he didn't like talking about. "Guess you got all sorts of awards and shit at your fancy schools." Not the same as a family though, and Clint knew well enough to bring up Tony's dad.

Still with the slight of hand... "Let me rephrase this, oh cryptic one." Clint popped one of the figs into his mouth, making a groaning noise. "How much do you know? I'm not gonna be mad or anything." Clint knew that while they hadn't been too public about their relationship, it wouldn't take a genius to notice how much time Steve spent at Clint's place, often late into the night. "I'm just curious what's out there."

[playboy_philanthropist]

"That's not limited to orphanages," Tony said with a snort as he focused down on the food plates and picked out another ahi. He lifted one shoulder in a shrug. "Yeah. From school. Both of those fancy schools. Membership to societies and prizes and awards. Would have gotten more if either school cared about valedictorians or cumma sum laude." He smirked. "Although I have everyone believing that last one. It's funny what reporters don't actually fact check. MIT still gets a laugh out of that whenever it pops up in an article." He waved a hand dismissively as he popped the fish in his mouth. "More awards after too. There's a shelf somewhere. Multiple shelves likely. I've lost count."

Because they really didn't matter. They never had. Some of them he'd set out to win, but... well those were usually so easy that actually accomplishing it meant shit. He had the few that actually meant something somewhere safe, but they could easily fit in a small drawer compared to all the crap he'd gotten before.

He grabbed another piece of tuna and popped it in his mouth before raising his eyebrows innocently. "You'll have to narrow down that field of questioning again, cryptic 2.0. Because there is also a lot of stuff out there. Maybe you can add an 'about' clause to that 'how much do you know' query."

[agent_barton]

Tony talked about his awards and honors so nonchalantly, it would have sounded almost boastful from another man. But Tony genuinely didn't care about all of those things because they weren't what was important to him. Tony's actions said who (and what) was important in his life. "You should give a couple of those awards to the guy that cook this fish. Or didn't cook it, since its rare, but damn, this is tasty. Wish I knew how to do this. All I've got are my eggs."

But Tony was playing with him, so Clint decided to retreat. He wasn't going to say anything if Tony wasn't biting. "Nevermind, Stark. I just thought maybe you had some information or something. Guess I was wrong."

[playboy_philanthropist]

Tony laughed as he shook his head. "He'll get something better than some awards. I tip very well. Very, very well."

He savored another fig as he eyed Clint. He couldn't really understand why Clint was circling around... well... what Tony thought he was circling around. All he really had to go with was sausage after all. "Again, being as cryptic as me. For all I know, you think I've caught on to your super secret sausage making factoring you have in your room and are worried that the local Polish deli down the street might start a turf war if they catch wind." He tilted his head slightly. "What's your policy on relationships anyways? Other than not wanting to get with me because I'm going to break your heart that is."

[agent_barton]

Clint hung his head sadly. "Fuck, you caught on. Yeah, I'm making sausage in my spare time. Please don't tell Fury, he'll have a shit fit." Tony knew something, but now Clint was wondering if it was just speculation. "Relationships... they're hard for people in my business. Either I'm lying to them about what I do, and why I'm gone all the time, or they're in the family, and that sucks, because everyone knows what's going on in your life." Clint hadn't a ton of experience with people sticking around in his life, so his view of relationships might be skewed. "They're hard, but for the right person, they're worth it, yeah."

Maybe that would be enough to answer Tony's questions. "Out of curiosity, what's your policy on monogamy? I didn't think it was big on your list, judging from the magazines and TV shows." Clint took another bite, chewing slowly. "Did something happen in your life to change that? Or just the right person?"

[playboy_philanthropist]

Tony narrowed his eyes slightly. "This conversation is sounding very familiar. But I'm sure that you know full well when looking turns to liking and don't have issues with genders." He raised an eyebrow. "You first. What's your policy on monogamy and I'll toss in one night stands for that matter."

[agent_barton]

Clint shrugged. "I got no problems with monogamy. To be honest, I don't like fucking around much. It's too hard for me to let my guard down, and I end up not having much fun, constantly looking, worried, scoping out the scene. Not a small amount of paranoia with this job."

Then Clint settled back into his chair as he grabbed another small bite of food. "I like the idea of one person being there for you. To some extent, its why Natasha and I work so well. I trust her with everything. She was the first who got through to me that way."

[playboy_philanthropist]

Tony nodded before going after some more ahi. Well, that was good to know. Even though he couldn't understand why they might be all secret, aside from the whole SHIELD business and, really, if they hadn't figured it out then they needed to hire more spies, at least it looked like Clint and Steve were on the same page at least. Which shot down one of his reasons for them all being secret because he could see Steve being all secretive over it if he was banging someone for shits and giggles considering his whole romance and sex being intertwined crap.

He grabbed two figs before relaxing back into his chair and taking a sip of scotch. "Near death experiences and the right person. To answer your question." He shrugged. "If you want more sappy details, you can ask Steve for the details." He popped a fig into his mouth before raising an eyebrow. "Does Natasha know then?"

[agent_barton]

"Ask Steve for details? You mean you guys have had this talk too?" Not that it was out of the question, Clint could easily see Steve and Tony discussing (and probably disagreeing) about relationships.

Then he laughed. "Natasha knows everything, but I'm not sure what specifically you're talking about."

[playboy_philanthropist]

Tony snorted in amusement. "Apparently Pepper and I have one of the few stable relationships in the tower and therefore and perfect for advice. Which is just scary. And wrong. Very wrong. On multiple levels. So, yeah, he's asked me what makes a wild and crazy guy settle down into monogamy."

He chuckled. "Something we have in common. Does she know what you were not specifically trying to ask me if I know?"

[agent_barton]

It made Clint curious when Steve had gone to Tony for advice about relationships, but he knew that Steve wasn't shy about asking when he wanted answers to things, especially in this new world of his. "You and Pepper are pretty cute together," Clint smirked.

At this point, Clint was pretty sure Tony knew what was going on. But should he give Stark the satisfaction? "Of course she knows. She knew before I did."

[playboy_philanthropist]

"Yeah, yeah, so I've heard," Tony said with a playful scrunch of his nose, not because of people's approval of his relationship, but more because people kept feeling to call it 'cute'.

He laughed as he grinned widely. "Well, you are dense and it is her job to know everything and be all super spy. So that doesn't surprise me. Her knowing things before you," he teased before looking over at Clint. "So what sort of holiday traditions does an orphan pick up anyways?"

[agent_barton]

"Why make that face - is it the word 'cute' or the idea that you are one half of a fluffy fluff thing. Because you are." Clint grinned at the way Tony's face twisted around. "I am the densest, yes, especially when it comes to relationships. Almost missed this one, being so blind. Luckily, I've got smart people around me to keep me from being stupid."

And then Tony brought up the orphan thing, but Clint was feeling good right now, like he was talking to a friend, so he answered honestly. "Shitty ones, when we were little. Lots of used toys and donated meals. People love being charitable at holiday time, so there was usually something good, just not a lot of it. After..." Clint looked at his drink, staring at the strange blue color. "After we left the orphanage and went to work, there was usually something to do on holidays. The show must go on, you know," he added, a slight bitter tone to his voice.

[playboy_philanthropist]

"That word. That. Fluffy fluff thing. That is what I'm making a face at," Tony said, continuing to wrinkle his nose. "It's so syrupy. And if we were talking about what I think you are thinking, there was plenty of stupidity going around. Be thankful for smart people." He raised his glass in a toast before taking a sip.

He puffed out a sigh. "Yup. Galas. Charities. All for the holidays. Because, you know, people would only really want a turkey dinner and toys once a year." He held out his glass towards Clint for him to clink against. "Here's to hopefully creating better memories then. But at least you had someone to spend the time with, right? You did say 'we' with the leaving the orphanage."

[agent_barton]

"I'm thankful for a lot this year. As crappy as it all started, with Loki and all, I got to meet all of you, and become a part of this thing we've got going on." Clint's face fell into a warm smile, as he thought about all the recent good things. "Out of curiosity, how did you find out about... us?"

Toasting with Tony, Clint nodded, smiling. "To better memories, yes." Then his eyes looked out over the water as he got quiet for a moment. "My brother, we were together back then." But that was a long time ago. "So, what's the fascination with turducken?"

[playboy_philanthropist]

"Hey, and look, we got Thanksgiving started already," Tony joked before shrugging. "I heard some rumor and it made sense really. Or made lots of observations actually make sense."

He raised an eyebrow as he took a sip of his drink. "So you're on the sibling angst boat too along with everything else? Aren't you lucky? Did they not tell you that you were in the emotional trauma line every time you keep getting into it?" He took another sip. "It sounds interesting and like fun. And better than just a turkey. Besides, Steve's doing the turkey and this seems like it's different enough that it won't conflict with that. Although I'm more tempted by the ones they have in England that are 5 birds stuffed in each other. That just sounds awesome."

[agent_barton]

Clint snorted. "Oh, I got off that boat a long time ago. But I did buy the t-shirt, I'm sure its somewhere in that cold dark place that used to be my heart. Haven't seen or heard from him in twenty years, maybe more. So yeah, new and better holiday memories, even if they involved doing terrible things to turkeys and other fowl, which, by the way, are precious to me. Caw caw and all that," he chuckled, one last bit of fish popped into his mouth.

Then he leaned back. "Yeah, we haven't exactly been sneaking around, not really," Clint said, wiping his mouth with the cloth napkin. "And, you know, just didn't want to get him in trouble... with you." Clint coughed, then finished his drink. "I think I need another one of these."

[playboy_philanthropist]

"But you sailed it, so another check mark for the SHIELD and world-saving team manifesto. I'm surprised they haven't made a survey yet," Tony mused before laughing and rolling his eyes. "If they were so precious, I think you'd be raising more of a fuss over having turkey. Or be begging to have some actual falcons for pets and get some falconing club going in the tower. But yes, good memories. Actual traditions. Here, here."

He raised his glass and finished off his scotch. Standing up, he gave Clint a skeptical look. "In trouble? With me? What have the two of you been smoking that'd make you think I'd give a fuck who you're fucking? At least in a trouble sense." He wandered into the house and came back with two drinks, handing Clint another of what he'd been drinking. "Really, if you're going to be all secretive, you need a better excuse than that."

[agent_barton]

"Nick Fury is a smart man," Clint retorted. "I'm pretty sure its a plus in your favor if you aren't speaking to any family you have left alive. And I'm not above eating a bird, but I'm not much for being all Frankenstein over them. Just wrong."

"It's just that," Clint chuckled nervously, "I know he's important to you, and he respects the hell out of you. Loves you, really, because you've been such a good boss to him. But I promise," Clint said, standing, "I'll make him happy." Then he laughed, nudging Tony. "Get it? I'll make Happy happy!" he began laughing, trying hard to keep a straight face.

[playboy_philanthropist]

"Considering that amounts to one person that I was never close to anyways, that is way too easy," Tony said with a snort before rolling his eyes. "If you're going to stuff the bird with something, you might as well make it more interesting than random bits of bread. Just saying. You're going to be Frankensteining it no matter what. Unless you deep fry it. Then it's just o-natural."

He rolled his eyes again as he shoved Clint's shoulder good naturedly. "You better treat him right. Happy can do so much better than your sorry ass."