Mercedes Stark was the only daughter of Tony Stark. She was very unplanned, and he had her when he was rather young, but he didn't really have to raise her. He had many nannies and such to care for her, but that didn't make the girl care for her fat...
After completing the mission that took Clint almost two weeks, the man went back to S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters to finish paperwork and talk to Fury. It had been around ten at night when he was finally able to go home, but instead of going home, the man went straight to Mercedes' place.
She had kept some of his clothes in her closet, after he had surprised her with a visit after one of his short missions. This time though, he had been away for almost two weeks, and during that time, he really didn't have much communication with his girlfriend. He missed her a lot, and he couldn't wait to see her, feel her, and even smell her—as creepy as that sounds.
He used the key she gave him to get in, and almost immediately he was greeted by Moxley. The dog was very excited to see him. His butt practically waved side to side as he excitedly wagged his tail. Clint smiled and pet the dog for a moment, before going to the kitchen and grabbing a treat. This was one of his routines when he came home from a mission and visited Mercedes, and Moxley of course.
"Goodnight, buddy." Clint murmured, as he petted the dog's head one last time for the night.
Clint headed to Mercedes' room and smiled when he seen the girl sleeping on her bed. The blanket covered half her body, giving him a nice view of her long tan legs. He walked over to the closet and grabbed a pair of sleep pants, as well as a pair of boxers from the dresser, before he walked into the bathroom to get a shower. He didn't want to smell like work when he climbed into bed with his girl.
After the much needed shower, he slipped on his boxers and pajama pants, before walking out of the bathroom. He dropped his clothes and towel in the hamper, then turned towards the bed to climb in. A grin came to his face, when he seen that Mercedes had woken up when he was in the shower.
"Hey, baby." He murmured, climbing into the bed.
"Hey," She replied quietly,"I missed you." She commented, wrapping her arms around him.
"I missed you, too," He replied,"and Fury said I have a couple months break before I have to go on any other long missions." He said, and she smiled.
"Sweet," She murmured,"I don't want to miss you like that for a while." She added, making him chuckle.
He brought his lips to hers, and she grinned into the kiss. She slowly pushed him down on to the bed, his head hit the pillow behind him. When their lips separated for them to breath, he smirked seeing the clothes she had on to sleep in.
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Slowly, he moved his hands to caress her ass, and she smirked at him. It was as if she knew she'd get that reaction out of him, so she made sure to wear that outfit. Leaning forward, the girl placed her lips on his once again, moaning quietly at the feeling.
"You tired?" She asked, causing him to scoff.
"Not now." He replied, making her give a cheeky grin.
"Good, 'cause I'm not done yet." She murmured, and he let out a low chuckle.
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The next morning, Clint woke up with the sun shining in the room. His pants were laying on the floor, causing him to sigh, knowing he'd have to reach down to get them. He had wished he left them at the foot of the bed, but with the night he had, he really didn't care. His body was a little sore from being hit one too many times during the mission, but he wasn't going to tell Mercedes he was in pain, not unless she noticed herself. He didn't want to worry her anymore than he already did everytime he was on a mission for a long time.
"Clint, you ready for breakfast?" Mercedes asked, as she stepped into the room, still in the same getup she was in last night.
"Yeah, thank you." He replied, and she simply smiled.
Mercedes headed to the kitchen to finish making breakfast, as Clint put on his pajama pants and headed to the bathroom to pee. Once he was finished, he washed his hands and headed to the kitchen. Moxley greeted him at the door of the bedroom wagging his tail. Clint softly pet the dog, before heading into the kitchen.
Moxley followed close behind him, and by the time the two boys entered the kitchen, Mercedes had poured Moxley's food into his bowl, and had a plate of banana nut muffins sitting on the table. She was working on a few pieces of French toast to go with it, so while she worked on finishing breakfast, Clint fixed their cups of coffee.
"I could get use to this." Clint commented, as Mercedes placed French toast on the table.
"What? Breakfast?" She questioned, quirking an eyebrow.
"No," He chuckled,"I mean, being here with you in the morning. I like falling asleep in the same bed, then waking up to your beautiful face in the morning, or waking up to a nice breakfast and a cup of coffee when I sleep a little late." He said, and Mercedes smiled.
"I like it, too." She replied, and he sighed.
"I know we haven't been together a year yet, and we can always wait until then," Clint rubbed his neck a little nervously,"but I know our relationship is going so well, and even if other people think it's a little too fast, I know we're not. We're moving at our own pace, and we're both happy with how it's going," He rambled, but stopped when Mercedes smiled at him amused,"Long story short, I'd like it if we moved in together." He said, making her bite her lip.
"Can I have the day to think about it?" She asked, and he nodded.
"Of course." He replied, though she felt that he was upset.
"It has nothing to do with you. I'm just trying to figure out a way to either keep this from Dad, or face the huge mess that would come with me telling him." She said, making him smile.
"Take your time." He commented, knowing her dad was sometimes hard for her to deal with.
He just hoped the older man's feelings weren't put in front of her own...
