The last thing Tony remembered was being in the kitchen and then he was suddenly in his workshop out back. His phone had provided him with some clues and Clint had filled in the gaps. He was still in his t-shirt and cargo pants when he went up the back stairs, though as soon as he got to the bedroom, he lost the pants. A smile spread across his face when Clint leaned in the doorway, Tony lounging on the bed in his t-shirt and boxers. Clint was absolutely gorgeous.
"Missed you, too." He patted the spot on the bed next to him.