mrtonystark (mrtonystark) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2018-01-20 20:57:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, clint barton (hawkeye), tony stark (iron man) |
Who: Clint Barton & Tony Stark
When: Backdated to forever ago~ <3
Where: Tony’s Lab
What: Chatting and drinks
So, Clint was providing the burritos, and Tony was providing the booze. It was an absolutely fair trade. Even more fair because it meant that Tony didn’t have to leave his lab. He was tinkering with hearing aids at the moment. Talking with Clint on Valarnet made him think about it. What if he could give his friend back his hearing? Amplification, certain frequencies… they’d have to experiment. Not that Clint needed his hearing. It might even be insulting to offer (not that Tony was thinking about that part) but it gave Iron Man something to do with his time while he was waiting for his friend to arrive.
The food trucks closest to Stark’s building were starting to get to know Clint, if he wasn’t picking up food for Tony to make sure the resident genius remembered food was a thing, he was grabbing it as he left, because he remembered food was a thing. But the trucks were more than happy to continue providing grub for the pair.
With the burritos in a bag, Clint headed up to Tony’s lab, waved through without fanfare because it was just a common occurrence by this point. “I have brought sustenance.” He wasn’t sure how healthy burritos and booze was, but hey, he’d had worse.
Tony was fiddling with something tiny, using a microscope-like device and tiny tools. He had his reading glasses on, too--a surefire sign that he was getting old--and all of his focus was on the device in his hands. At the sound of Clint’s voice, however, he looked up from his project and broke into a smile. He sighed, playfully. “My hero.” And set his work down.
Tugging off his glasses, he stood, then crossed to the dry bar to pour them each a scotch. He paused, glancing over his shoulder. “Scotch or beer?” Beer might go better with a burrito.
“Beer.” He’d wait until after Tony had got through news of some woman before they broke out scotch, and beer was just better with burritos. It had a ring. Burritos and beer. He was used to Tony’s workspace, it wasn’t messy so much as having a lot going on. It was a comforting normal for the two versions of Tony that Clint was getting acquainted with from his dreams, and then actual Tony.
“So, are we going to tease into this like teenagers, or slide right into it?”
“Beer it is.” Tony pulled them from the fridge, though, because who wanted to drink warm beer? No one,
that’s who. He brought the beers over to the table and settled in. They could move things aside on the table to have room to eat.
“Ah. Yes. Well.” Tony popped the top off the beer bottle and slid it over to his friend. “The woman. We’ve been spending a lot of time together.”
Clint tended to not be all up in Tony’s love life, because complications that way lay. At least if Tony had been anything like the Tony from Clint’s first set of dreams -almost as messy as Clint’s love life there. But when the guy was willing to share, Clint figured it would be a good step towards Tony not living in his lab all the time.
“Oh yeah? She all gadget minded? Likes seeing you tinker?” He threw a saucy wink at Tony with a smirk, biting into his burrito and tugging the beer closer.
Tony laughed. “Maybe a little? She’s an archaeologist. And a time traveler.” He said the last bit as if it was no big deal, a throwaway, really, as he lifted his beer to sip from it. Truth was, he’d been absolutely floored when River had taken him with her, traveling through space and time.
A part of him also wanted to see Clint’s reaction to that idea.
Clint had a mouth full of burrito when Tony decided to try and make him choke, although the casual nature of it made it seem like yeah, this was just the OC being what it was again. Why was he not used to revelations like this? “You said time traveler like someone would say ‘she’s a brunette’, has the OC done this much to us?”
It made him think about all the stupid times the team in his dreams had hopped through time to change things, or that shit show the X-Men had with their future children. “Does she come with future baggage? Know when the world is gonna end? Dude if you start going back in time and messing shit up, I’m gonna bitch slap you.” It was mostly in jest, because Tony wasn’t just that reckless thank god.
Tony chuckled, enjoying the fact that Clint was choking on his food. (Okay, not really. But it was still amusing to watch Clint startle like that.) “It has. And then some, I think. With all the superheroes and vampires running around this place, a little thing like time travel is enough to make you choke?” Tony tapped the glass over toward his friend, so Clint could sip.
“No future baggage that I know of,” Tony thought for a moment. He hadn’t even considered asking. “Or past, for that matter. And don’t you worry, I won’t go kill Hitler.”
“At least not yet, knowing you might make it turn up.” Sipping enough to not continue choking, Clint just gave his food a moment to process before potentially killing himself again. “Listen, it’s one thing to accept the dreams mean there’s a bunch of weirdos hopping in and out of time continuums, it’s another to accept someone actually does it.” Should he be surprised? No, but sometimes logic just didn’t catch up.
“God, the things you get into. What’s she like? Other than time travelling?” Because it’d be just like Tony to find the time traveller and kick up a relationship.
“It does seem like the kind of thing I’d do, doesn’t it?” Tony said, grinning brightly. How come he’d never attempted to time travel in his Dream Life? It was right up his alley. Anyway, it probably wasn’t possible in the real world, but when things from the Dream World bled over…? It shouldn’t be a surprise.
When Clint asked about her, Tony actually got a glassy look in his eyes, and gave a smile and soft sigh. “She’s really amazing. She’s brilliant and beautiful. She’s a tease. And I like her.” He was a little concerned with how much he liked her--how much he was gushing about this girl.
It was good to hear Tony talking about someone, Clint tried not to get his nose into things, really, but he was a little worried Tony spent too much time in his lab -in the dreams they had the team to get him out of his head sometimes, stop tinkering, but it wasn’t like that here and while sometimes there was the crisis that pulled them out and had them working together to get through it, that tended to pass and Tony would be right back into his head.
“She sounds like something.” So Clint wouldn’t tease too much, least of all if Tony really did like her. “Definitely sounds like the kind of woman who can handle you.” Because he definitely needed a certain kind of woman.