Avengers One-Shots

Let me Hold you

           Dedicated to RandomFandoms153

Clint's POV

I can't believe he's dead.

God I hate my life. It was just one stupid mission. In and out. But no! He had to go and make it complicated. I hate Jared with every inch of my being. But there isn't much left of him to hate...

I press the green button in the cockpit of the Quinjet, giving the computer the go-ahead to takeoff. I pick up the phone next to me and dial the first number that comes to mind. I don't even know who's number it is.

"Hello?" a groggy voice answers. I almost groan in frustration. Great. An egotistical, genius bastard is exactly what I need right now.

"Did I wake you up, sweetheart?" I ask sarcastically.

"It's fine. You ok?"

Well he definitely knows which questions to ask.

"I'm fine."

"Mmhmm."

"Why does it sound like you don't believe me?"

"Probably cuz I don't."

"We'll when can you read people so well?"

"Since everybody moved in three months ago. Now. Clint what happened out there?"

"What we're you doing up so late?"

"If you talk, then I talk. Deal?... Great. So sta-"

"I'm not dealing with this shit," I say to interrupt him. I hang up on him.

I don't want to talk about Jared. How close we we're, how we've known each other since we were kids, how we worked in the circus together, how we've done everything together. Until the Avengers.

I land at Avengers Tower, hoping to take a shower and get to bed. But the first thing I see is the infamous Tony Stark leaning against the hangar door, wearing... are those Hello Kitty pjs?

"The only one I remember having those kind of pjs is Wanda. So why are you wearing them?"

"They looked comfy," he says as if it explains everything.

"Ooookaaaay?"

"Anyway, we never finished that talk," he says, grabbing my arm and half-dragging me towards his room.

"I don't want to talk Tony!" wrenching my arm from his grasp.

"I wasn't asking for your opinion." he murmurs.

I scoff angrily, "This is why people think that you're a selfish bastard and that you're not fit to be a superhero."

He looks like he's been suckerpunched. I want to take it back, but I knew that it won't do any good.

He starts to back up, shaking his head, "I think that you need some alone time. I shouldn't have meddled. Sorry." Then he turns and walks to his room, closing the door softly behind him.

I just shake my head, not ready to deal with a dramatic Tony. I head to my room, ready to take a shower. I strip and step inside, feeling the warm water hit my back soothingly. I can't help but feel guilty about what I said to Tony. I know Tony's endlessly trying to not be his father, and that while he's crotchety on the outside, he's a huge softie on the inside. Tender-hearted, even. That seems to stick. He's tender and I said that to him?

Oh god.

Tony's POV

Don't cry. Don't cry. Don't cry. Stark men don't cry.

But even then, I feel them rolling.

"Jarvis? Is what I said really selfish?"

"Well sir, you did say that you weren't asking for his opinion."

"Is it true that people think that I'm not cut out for this?"

"Nobody's cut out for this Tony."

"Really? Because you seem to be fine and dandy Clint."

There's a pause before he replies, "I'm sorry I said that. It's not true."

I look up at him from where I'm sitting on my bed. "Then why did you say it?"

"Because I'm angry at myself." He looks away, but I know that he's holding back tears.

"Why?"

"Can we not talk about it? It's a little too soon," he says

"Alright."

Clint's POV

I'm turning to go back to my room when I hear Tony calling me back. I turn to see him patting the spot on the bed next to where he's sitting. I go and sit.

"Lay down, Clint." Confused, I lay down. He drapes the blanket over me before hopping over my body and getting under the covers himself. "Turn off the lights Jarvis. Clint, turn towards me." Still confused, I do as he says. Then I feel his arms wrap around my waist and pull me close, holding me.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm holding you, what do you think I'm doing?"

"But why?"

"Because you obviously need it. So shut up and just let me hold you," he says before tucking his head under my chin.

I bury my face in his hair before I let the tears roll, and soon I'm full on sobbing. Tony doesn't say anything, he doesn't really need to. He just let's me cry in his hair, stroking my back, and just being there. For me.

2 days later

Tony and I are sitting in the kitchen, he at the table, me on top of the counter. Natasha walks in and sees me.

"Clint, I'm sorry about Jared. I know he meant a lot."

I look up, "I think I'll be ok."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"So, what we're you and Tony doing that night?"

I see Tony freeze. I smile, "Just ya know, a superhero rescuing me."

Tony looks at me, surprise written all over his face. He clears his throat and blinks his eyes a bunch of times, before going to his room, shutting the door softly behind him. Probably needs to compose himself after I told him he was a hero. Nat gives me a confused look. I smirk.

Softie.

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Thanks for the request! So I know this isn't an actual ship in this context, but I agreed to doing a broship. If you request this kind off thing, I'll do it. Also Jared is my own character.
         
                           Amber Rose

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