Avengers; After The Battle

There were several reasons Clint Barton was heading for Stark's tower. One was that he'd missed spending time with those people he had come to think of as his team, and another was that it was his most recent order from Fury. He was to keep an eye on Tony and any other avenger that might be around the tower.

Slinging his duffel over his shoulder, he didn't look as dressed for an assignment as he looked like he was slumming it. Clint had a few arrows and his bow inside among clothing for nearly any occasion, and if he could stay there a while, he would send for more of his things (if they hadn't already been tossed out of his seldom-visited apartment). He stood outside the doorway wondering how he was supposed to begin this whole thing. Did Tony have a camera set on the door so he didn't have to knock? Clint sighed and shook his head. This whole thing was going to be weird, he just knew it. Well, he thought, opening the door and going inside with a quick look around, here goes nothing.