Avengers Stories //Oneshots//

Sunrise (Part 1)

Clint and Tony climb a tree.

  Tony never wanted to hear his name spoken with "climbing a tree" unless it has "not" in between it.

"Barton," Tony huffed as he grabbed another branch. "I'm going to kill you when we get back on the ground."

"No you won't."

"Yes, I will."

"You love me too much."

"Like a brother..." Tony muttered to himself, then said louder, "I won't make my famous hot chocolate."

Clint gasped in mock horror. Tony didn't look up to see his expression, focused on not falling out of the tree they were climbing.

The archer was feet ahead of him and hasn't even broken a sweat. Tony wasn't unfit by any means, but he would rather fly than climb a tree.

Tony stopped on a fairly large branch to catch his breath, leaning his forehead against the trunk. "Why are we even doing this? It's four in the morning and freezing."

Tony had on a long sleeve, two hoodies, and a jacket to warm his torso, two pairs of pants for his legs, three pairs of socks and combat boots, and two pairs of gloves with a hat, his face felt like it was about to freeze.

Worst day to not have a scarf. But at least the reactor was warm, for now.

"You'll see." Clint said, way too gleeful for what they were doing and the time of day.

"You've been saying that since we got out here," the genius grumbled.

When Clint had said he wanted to show Tony something outside, Tony had not expected it to take this long or to be doing this.

"Hurry up slow poke. There's only a few more minutes left."

"Fine, fine." Tony resumed climbing with more vigor. The faster he got up to see whatever Clint wanted, the faster he could get back to the cabin.

Though if he'd known he'd end up doing this for a duration of time during the Avengers vacation, he might not have chosen a place with trees.

"Just a few more feet," Clint called to him. He was now settled on a very big branch.

When Tony got closer, her helped him up to sit beside him, closest to the trunk of the tree.

While Tony was not afraid of heights (he flew around in a suit, how could he be afraid of heights?) he didn't like the idea of being up so high in a tree without the suit to catch him.

"Alright, why are we here?"

Clint pointed out over the horizon. "Look."

With a small grumble, Tony looked out to whatever his friend was pointing at. He was thoroughly suprised.

The first rays of sun were just peaking out of the the treetops. They were bright, lighting up the sky around it into a vibrant blue.

"Woah," Tony breathed. Clint snorted.

"Woah indeed."

"Is this where you've been going the passed few mornings?"

"Yep, though it wasn't this cold." Clint said, folding his hands into his pockets. Tony pulled off his extra set of gloves, lightly shivering when he accidentally exposed his wrist to cold air.

"Here," he handed them to Clint.

"You wore two sets?" The archer asked, pulling the gloves on with a grateful smile that Tony could almost make out fully in the dim lighting.

The inventor shrugged, trying to ignore the way the cold already bit as his fingers. Tony ran a degree cooler than other people due to the Arc Reactor, but the Avengers didn't know that quite yet.

The two teamates returned their attention to the sunrise. Tony was eventually able to ignore the cold in favor of joking with Clint and throwing out ideas on what Steve might cook for breakfast.

"Do they even know where we are?" Tony asked.

"I left a note."

Tony's eyelids were suddenly getting heavier as the cold started to chill his bones. The cold felt worse as when the sun was about halfway up, it started to flurry.

Clint stuck his tongue out, smiling. Tony smiled too and decided to keep his mouth shut about the cold for a little while longer. He didn't want to ruin Clint's fun.

Unbeknownest to the two, things were about to take a turn for the worse.