Iron widow

Chapter 13

Natasha smiled sadly at Tony.
"You miss him, don't you?" He said.
"Miss who?" She asked, confused.
"You miss older me. You want him back."
She looked at him and completely adored how he could read her so well.

"Yes, yes I do miss him. But you're still the same person and I'm lucky to have you in my life. Old or young you're both amazing and I love you both. Ok I love you platonically and Older Tony romantically because i'm not a pedophile. Anyways, enough sad talk. I'm going to go get dressed. Meet me in the living room, don't worry the other avengers will have left by now."

Nat stood up from the bed and Tony watched her leave to get dressed. He wanted to stay in the room, alone. But he couldn't disobey Natasha. No after she had been so nice. He hesitantly made his way out the room, down the hall and into the living room.

True to her word, it was empty. The couches had several dents from where people had previously been sitting on them. Over by one particularly large sofa, the one Thor has reserved, there were boxes of empty pop tarts and random crumbs all over. Nobody knows what they are and quite frankly nobody does want to know.

Tony walked over to the a grey couch and slowly sat down before relaxing a little bit.
That's when he heard the door click and footsteps were approaching. His reaction was to jump up and hide behind the sofa.

Clint had walked into the living room and plopped down onto his beanbag and grabbed the remote when he saw someone's sock covered feet sticking out from behind the couch. He turned his hearing aid volume up and thanks to Tony, he could hear things that most normal humans couldn't.

What he heard were scared, deep breaths coming from behind the couch and he had a rough idea on who it might be.
"Tony?" He said in the softest voice he could.

By now he was used to children seeing as he had his own so hopefully he could deal with a child version of Tony stuck in adult Tony's body.

Tony's head slowly popped out from the side of the sofa so Clint could see his hair and about half his face.
"You wanna come out buddy? I'm not going to hurt you, I promise. I'm a friend of Nat's." He coaxed Tony out of his hiding spot.

It was strange seeing Tony out of his comfort zone. Normally he would waltz around like he owned the place.
I mean technically he does...

But he looked so shy and he wasn't confident at all.
"Come, sit down." Clint patted the sofa next to him and Tony sat on it but right on the edge.

"Are you Clint?" Tony asked, shyly while rubbing his arm. Clint was about to burst, his voice was so soft and innocent!

"Yeah, I am how did you know?"

"Miss Natasha has talked about you. And I saw pictures at the mall and merchandise. There's also a tattoo of a bow and arrow on your arm, Miss Natasha said you're an archer called Hawkeye. That's really cool."

Clint smirked and said, "figured you would say that. You're really smart even I couldn't have figured that out at your age and I'm a spy. Has Nat told you why you're here?"
"She didn't tell me. I figured it out. It wasn't hard to tell that I'm in the future and seeing as I'm in a bigger body known as Tony Stark which is also my name, it wasn't hard to add up the dots."

"Sheesh. I knew you were smart but wow..."
"Thank you, Mr Clint."
"No need to be so fancy just call me Clint."
"Ok, Clint." Tony said, nervously as if it were a trick.

Clint leaned back on the sofa and grabbed the remote, turning the TV on.
He thought nothing of it but clearly Tony did.

He looked like he was going to explode of excitement. Clint then realised that Tony was from a time without Plasma TV's and coloured shows.