Stony/Avengers One Shots!

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-Again, I am so so sorry if you made a request! I'm trying really hard but now that school has started, I'm finding less and less time to write :( I'll try to get one that I am currently working on out soon, I just wanted to apologize.

And I'm sorry for the slow updates!

WARNINGS:

None :)

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Normal P.O.V.

Clint casually enters the main living area, immediately noticing Natasha relaxing on the couch. "Hey, Nat!" He greets.

Natasha smiles at him without saying anything and looks back at the paper in her hands.

"What's that?" He asks, plopping down next to her.

"Oh, nothing. Just some information on our next mission," She sighs, tucking it away. "So, what's up with you?"

"I have so much to tell you! So, this morning, I ran into an old friend while I was on my way to the doughnut shop, and she remembered me! Her kid was there, he's a huge Hawkeye fan, so I signed this book for him and he looked so happy! They walked with me down to the doughnut shop and they were so nice, ya know that? So anyway, while we were at the shop this other person came up and-"

"Ohhh my god, no one cares!" Tony groans from the dining table, placing down the screwdriver he was holding at stretching his back.

"And who asked you?" Clint replied snarkily. "What are you doing up here anyway? Shouldn't you be down in your lab messing around with...suits and stuff?"

"For your information," Tony started, fully standing up and walking towards the kitchen. "I was being kind enough to save Nat from dying of boredom." He grabbed a mug and started to brew some more coffee. "There was a gas leak in the lab, if I went down there now, I would die in no more than three minutes."

"I don't see the problem, then. Please, go down to your lab," Clint smirked as Tony glared in his direction.

Tony rolled his eyes, deciding to ignore the comment. "I would be working in Steve and I's room but he won't let me after I blew up our bed last time."

"So, you're just going to tinker in the middle of our living room?" Clint whined.

"First, please never say 'tinker' ever again. Second, this is technically the dining room," He scoffed, sitting back down and taking a sip of coffee. "And third, I don't give a shit."

Clint sighs and sinks further into the couch with a stubborn pout. Natasha suddenly got up and started to make her way the elevator. "Wait, where are you going?" He questions.

"Fury wants to see me. I'll talk to you guys later," She states, not turning around. She enters the elevator and the two boys watch as she slowly descends.

"BUT I DON'T WANT TO BE LEFT ALONE WITH HIM!" Clint yells after Natasha, even though she can't hear him.

"You realize you can just leave, right?" Tony mentions, now re-focused on what he was working with. "I'd actually prefer that."

"But my show comes on in half an hour! If I go back to my room I'll get distracted and forget!" He whines.

"You have a TV in your room, Barton."

"But I always watch it up here!"

"Then set a reminder on your phone or something."

"I always snooze those! And they're super loud and annoying..."