A Dangerous Bet (Avengers Fanfic)

Chapter 4

Chapter 4: 

Clint’s face dropped as he heard what Tony said. No way, no no no. He may have agreed to doing it, but he didn’t realise they would be starting so quickly. However, Clint had agreed to it and signed the contract, and he was a man of his word, so he slowly slid off the couch (they moved from the dining table to the couch since Tony was uncomfortable) and onto the floor. The archer sat down on his heels, his knees shoulder-width apart, as this was the most comfortable position when kneeling. Tony and Natasha smirked while Steve and Bruce were looking at the two grinning Avengers worriedly. Thor was not really paying attention and was snacking on some chips, but he did kind of know what was going on. Well, sort of. 

Clint lowered his head as he rested his hands on his thighs. Was this how he was supposed to act? The poor archer’s face burned with embarrassment as he felt Tony towering over him. “Good boy,” Clint’s face went into an even darker shade of red as he heard the praise. Part of Clint wants to be obedient and hear more praises from Tony, while a smaller part of him was yelling and screaming at him, objecting to whatever was going on. The smaller side was decreasing rapidly and that worried him. 

“We’re gonna put on the ears, tail, collar and leash on you, so don’t move,” Tony warned as he got a box out from the closet at the side of the room. The transparent box had the words ‘Pet stuff’ written on the top of the cover. The mechanic had a sly smirk glued onto his face as he took out a black leather collar and leash set, light brown cat ears and a light brown clip-on tail. Then, he pushed the box away and grabbed all the things in his hand. Natasha being herself, was smirking as she filmed all of this on her phone. ‘Blackmail stuff’ was what she liked to call it. She was leaning on Steve, who was worriedly playing with her hair as he watched what was happening to Clint. This was a stupid bet, he shouldn’t interfere. Besides, Clint wasn’t getting hurt, so it was okay, right? Bruce was nervously seated side the cuddling couple, as he bounced his right leg up and down. Thor was beside him, still eating his chips as he watched what was happening. According to him, Asgard didn’t have TV or many forms of entertainment. The best they could do were plays, but it required a lot of work, so they only held it once every 3 years, which would be once every 30 years on Earth. (a/n: I’m not sure what the years on Asgard are equivalent to on Earth, sorry) 

Tony slid the ears onto Clint and clipped the tail onto his boxers. Then, his grin grew wider as he wrapped the thick collar around the archer’s neck. It had a dog tag attached to it that read, “Avengers’ pet” which was completely humiliating, but Clint really didn’t have a choice. Then, Tony clipped on the leash to the moveable ring attached to the leather collar. “Good boy! Now, you’re gonna have to remove those sweatpants, because a kitten doesn’t wear clothes. But, I know that you will get cold, and you are embarrassed, so I will permit you to wear a shirt or hoodie along with boxers or briefs, your choice,” Tony said, his grin growing once more. 

Clint’s face was burning hot from embarrassment and humiliation. “I agreed to this, I’m a man of my word. Besides, it's not like I’m completely naked,” Clint thought to himself as he stood up and in one swift motion, he yanked his sweatpants down. He discarded them on the couch and slid back down to his knees, kneeling in the position he was before. He could feel his face heat up even more as he felt Tony’s hand brush through his hair. The archer unconsciously leaned into the hand and softly sighed in contentment. “Good boy,” Tony praised once again. Clint felt a swell of pride in his heart as he heard those two words again. He was never praised as a child, always being put down or neglected. So when he heard those two words, it felt like he was on his way to heaven. Those were the sweetest words anyone had ever said to him in his life. 

“Now, you need to learn how to crawl, but I think this should be pretty easy,” Tony told him. Clint’s face turned an even darker shade of red. He looked like he was about to self-combust because of his embarrassment. Slowly, with trembling hands, Clint got to his hands and knees and started moving them. He crawled hesitantly towards Steve and then stopped, and resumed his kneeling position. “Good boy!” Tony praised again. The archer basked in the praise he received, before yelping as Steve used one hand to lift him up onto the couch. Steve smiled as Clint leaned towards the soldier, curling into a ball against his chest. However, Steve wasn’t happy and decided to put Clint on his lap instead. The archer didn’t protest and instead, he adjusted himself comfortably against Steve, his back towards Steve’s chest. The soldier instinctively wrapped his arms around the archer’s torso. 

“Awwwww, I’m definitely keeping this picture forever,” Natasha smirked as her camera clicked. Clint’s eyes flew open in horror as he realised what Natasha had done. 

“NATASHA ROMANOFF, WHAT DID YOU DO-” Clint yelled as he tried to get out of Steve’s grip, but to no avail. And just before Clint could continue his outburst, Steve ran his hand through the archer’s hair and Clint instantly froze, before leaning into the touch and sighed happily. 

“We should start telling Clint our preferred titles,” Bruce suggested, seeing that Tony and Natasha were smirking non-stop. 

“Right, of course! What a great idea, Bruce!” Tony couldn’t help but grin again. Gosh, this man’s smirk couldn’t stop growing! Bruce only rolled his eyes as Clint looked up, curious as to what was going on. 

“Call me master,” Tony said with a sinister smile. 

“No,” Clint flat out refused with a huff, turning his gaze away and folding his arms. 

“No? I thought that was stated in the contract,” Tony grinned. 

Clint had a pout on his face as he looked to Steve for help, but even Steve couldn’t do anything. He has signed the contract willingly, not with a gun to his head. This was part of the deal. “Please, Tony? Please don’t make me do it,” Clint pleaded. 

“If you do it, I’ll give you a chocolate chip cookie,” Tony said with a smile. His smirk had been replaced with a warm smile as he encouraged the archer. Clint looked towards the rest of the Avengers for help. Thor wasn’t really paying attention, Bruce gave him a sad smile, Natasha shrugged her shoulders and shook her head. Then when Clint turned his head back to ask Steve for help again, Steve could only give him a sympathetic look. He sighed and nodded. 

“Yes…master,” Clint’s voice became extremely soft and was barely audible. 

“Good boy!” Tony smiled as he said, as if he was talking to a real puppy. Then, as promised, Tony went into the kitchen and came out with a chocolate chip cookie. Clint grinned as the mechanic fed it to him. Ah, maybe this won’t be so bad after all?