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      Published: 2014-01-06 Updated: 2014-01-19 Chapters: 5/? Words: 9801
****** Money Won't Keep You Warm at Night ******
by Hutch_HawkEye
Summary
     What if Clint Barton were Rich, while The richest man alive where
     poor? This story is an AU. Tony Stark a humble waiter's life will
     Change, Billionaire Clint Barton's life Will Change. Battle harden
     Irish mob boss Steve Roger's has a heart of Gold. This story is
     light/dark, painful/fluffy. Can you handle this roller coaster?
Notes
     Marvel owns the characters I'm playing with. I wanted to write
     something more explicit and graphic than my usual fare. I still want
     to stay true to my painfully fluffy roots, There will be some very
     consensual underage sex later. As well as some violence.
     I've been enjoying comments on my previous work and getting to know
     my readers. Don't be afraid to leave your mark on my work. Let me
     know what you think. Comments motivate me...OMG im writing prostitue!
     I write for comments....ahhh lol.
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***** A Billionaire Walked into a Bistro *****
Anthony Edward Stark, did what he could. Life had never been particularly easy
for Stark but it's getting better. He was orphaned as a young boy no more than
nine. Howard and Maria, were killed in an instant, a drunk drive they'd told
him. Howard was a humble factory worker, Maria as seamstress, they hardly made
ends meet. When they'd passed, there are had been no savings to pass on. What
little there was was seized by the government to settle a debt. Young Anthony
Stark was placed in foster care.
None of his placements where good, but none were as horrible as Obadiah Stane.
When Stane wasn't working him to exhaustion, he was molesting him behind closed
doors. Obadiah painted the picture of dotting Dad for the public, but behind
the walls of Stane Manor, he was the Devil Incarnate. Every night he endured
whatever twisted form of perversion hit Obadiah's fancy, when the disgusting
old man would finally pass out from to much sex and even more booze, Anthony
would push and shove the substantially larger man off him and limp to the
shower. He'd spent an hour in the water, so hot it almost scolded. He never
felt clean but at least he didn't smell like that twisted bastard. The day
Anthony Stark turned 13, the abuse came to an end as Obadiah forced his swollen
member into the boy's throat he bit down with everything he had. He bit until
he tasted the coppery tang of blood, as soon as the old man curled in on
himself with a harsh animalistic pained wail, Anthony ran as if the very flames
of hell were licking at his heels. Luck was on his side, Obadiah hand't made
him undress. He bursted out the door and ran into the darkness of night.
That was one year ago. He spent a month living on the street, until he found
shelter for homeless children in New York. Children old enough they'd be hard
to find fosters or adoptive parents for, but young enough they shouldn't live
on there own. Anthony received lessons in Writing and Math, He had a cot with
an itchy blanket and he got a warm meal each night. It wasn't exactly pleasant
but it wasn't the hell he'd lived in before. On his 15th birthday he was
evicted from the shelter.
It was another three months living on the streets, sneaking into a local boxing
gym during the night to shower and hand wash his clothes. He'd hand them on the
heater to dry while he showered. Anthony Stark maybe homeless but he refused to
be a bum. After the first month he'd managed to be hired as a bus boy at a
small Bistro. It was another two months before he was able to secure a very low
rent studio apartment. The place was a dump, the wallpaper was garish and
peeling off the walls, there where mystery stains on the carpet and he's pretty
sure his roommates are mice. The bathroom's tub, toilet and sink are an
attractively terrible avocado and the drains are rusted. But it was home.
Throughout the year, He'd convinced his landlord to let him rip off the
wallpaper. He'd bought a couple slate grey cans of paint on sale at home depot
and he'd scrubbed the carpet to an inch of it's life to remove those horrid
stains. Four months into working he'd bought a twin sized mattress and even
built a bed frame out of pallets he'd recycled from the bistro. He even had his
own milk crate shelving unit. Tony as they started calling him at work, because
the older bartenders name was Anthony worked his way up to waiter. He even got
a 50 cent raise on his 16th birthday. The extra the extra $4 a day helped Tony
out quite a bit he was able to get a new pack of underwear and a pair of pants
at the end of the month. Life was going ok and that's when it happened.
Tony was carrying an order a table when he saw him walk in. He was a clean cut
blonde, if Tony had to call his hairstyle anything it'd be a longer than
average crew cut. It wasn't a Forrest Gump, but it'd still pass military
inspection. He wore a well tailored silver grey suit that cost what he'd make
for the year, with a black shirt and tie and he held a light brown business
trench coat over his forearm. He was blabbering into his cell in clipped tones
and took the nearest empty table for two. The Bistro was a seat yourself gig,
Tony rolled his eyes before heading back to the kitchen and through the hallway
to relieve himself. He'd been holding a hot piss for going on two hours
already. One his way out, he was assigned "cellphone's" table.
Tony stood politely and waited for the man to finish tearing the unfortunate
women on the other end of the phone a new one, after placing his water on the
table. Tony held back a few winces at the venom spewing from the man's mouth.
When he was done with his phone call and turned his eyes on Tony, Tony couldn't
help but notice them and hold their gaze. From far away one would assume them
to be blue, but they weren't. They were a blue hazel, like a deep sea blue with
whirls of striking green and hints of honey brown. Tony snapped himself out of
his trip through "cellphone's" eyes.
" Welcome to Bistro '88, My name is Tony and I'll be your waiting for tonight.
The soup of the day is a pretty hearty chicken noodle. Can I get you anything
to drink?" Tony said then waited for the man to peruse the drink menu.
" Scotch, Three Fingers, hold the rocks"
" Bell's, Label 5 or William Lawson's "
" Label 5 " The man said in a somewhat condescending manner
" Very Well, should I also bring a colour page and some crayons to match your
childish attitude, sir" Tony said sweetly while still holding a no-nonsense
tone before walking away toward the bar. Tony missed the smile that twitched on
the man's face at his comment.
Tony returned a few minutes later with the man's drink and took his order. The
man had decided on a Garlic and Butter Shrimp pasta with a side of Garlic
Toast. Tony went back and checked on the man periodically, between eating a
grilled cheese sandwich, while trying to finish school work from the
correspondence high school classes he was taking in the corner. "Cellphone"
happened to be the only patron in the bistro. Tony chose Grilled cheese because
it happened to be the cheapest thing on the menu. Cellphone eventually left,
and Tony was finally able to lock up after washing the man's dish and utensils
and resetting the table. The rest of the employees had left at 9:30 when the
kitchen closes. The manager left the keys with Tony and allowed his diner to
finish his meal.
When Tony made it out of the Bistro at 10:00 he was faced with the same man
once more discussing something on the phone. However he wasn't yelling nor was
he condescending the man's voice was surprisingly almost soft. When the man
once more turned around and caught eyes with Tony he roughly said
" What?"
" Nothing, I was just locking up. Did you forget something?"
" No"
" Oh well Goodnight then"
" Can you tell me where the Pub is? It'll take two hours for dispatch to send
me another driver"
" Well Steve Roger's place is about 20 minutes from here, if you want to go to
the Bronx. Because around here it's really not the bar scene."
" As in the head of the Irish Mob, No Thanks!" The Man said shocked
" It was just a suggestion. He's really not a bad guy. He's been trying to
legitimize the family businesses, but he's got a lot of opposition. It's
probably not much different than running a large scale company like Barton
Enterprises or something. You'd have schmooze and win over the board, but
unlike the board just being able to say NO, the board can pretty much put you
in the ground. Though the pub isn't the best spot since Royce O'Riley still
holds most of the power there. Roger's inherited it, I don't think even he
really wanted to be the head of the irish mob. He can't leave and hand the
reins over to O'Riley because the bronx will get real bad, real fast. " Tony
said absentmindedly.
" How the fuck do you know this stuff?"
" Er, Well Roger's owns a boxing gym just outside of the bronx, He mostly runs
it hands on and he sometimes lets me train on the bags and jump rope. You hear
a lot of shit, when you take time to listen and figure out your surroundings."
Tony said, like being in close proximity to a mob boss was no big deal.
" You're a weird young man" was all the man offered.
" The world takes all sorts" Tony said before turning and walking up the street
towards his apartment. The rain started to come down hard and Tony huffed and
cursed his good nature that his parents instilled in him before their accident.
Tony turned around walked down the to the man who'd already turned his jacket
collar up.
" Come ON!" Tony called to him
" I'm not going to leave you to sing in the rain for the next two hours" The
man seemed to think about it before walking over. They both walked in the rain,
Tony leading the way.
" Aren't you Cold?" The man said gesturing to Tony's obvious lack of a sweater,
let alone a jacket. It was late October and he was only wearing his white shirt
and black dress pants from work.
" I'm fine" it was kind of a lie, Tony was quite cold but had learned to ignore
it.
Tony opened the building door with his key and lead the man up the rickety
steps to his third floor and opening apartment #15
" I'll give you the grand tour" Tony said and made a sweeping motion with his
arm and closing the door behind the man.
" I don't have a tv, there is no computer and I don't have Wifi or probably any
of the creature comforts your used to. There might be a deck of cards on the
crate shelves somewhere. Play Solitaire or read a book or something, you can
hang your jacket on the door. I'm going to shower. Tony said while stripping
out of his shirt and tie before heading to the bathroom.
'Damn this guy talks a lot' was all Clint could think, although he did take
time to appreciate the view as Tony the wait walked by with his black slacks
riding low on his hips. He had some decent muscle on his body, probably from
boxing with mobsters. He was on the skinny side probably a little to skinny if
you asked Clint Barton. Clint took time to wander around the apartment. It was
a shitty apartment, but Clint could appreciate what Tony had done to make it
look better. The pallet bed didn't look all that bad. Clint took time to check
the text books on the small counter in the kitchen.
' Computer Science 12 M'
' Computer Engineering 12 M'
' Intro to Robotics 11M'
' Calculus 12 U'
' English 12 U'
Clint felt a small blossom of respect for the waiter, for taking a course
overload while also holding down a job. He continued over the milk rate
shelving unit. A couple photos in a stack caught his eye. A young couple
probably Tony's parents, Tony looked a lot like his father but had his mothers
ears. There was a picture of a young small Tony maybe three sound a sleep with
his little butt canted in the air. He was sprawled on his father's chest. His
father's hand was on his head, as if he'd been running his fingers through
Tony's hair, while the other hung off the sofa brushing the floor. Clint
allowed himself a soft smile, his own Father would never had allowed such a
thing to happen. Another photo showed probably a 7 year old Tony covered from
the head to toe in mud, holding a giant frog up. Smiling proudly at his
amphibious friend, while the boy's mother was caught mid scream. At the bottom
of the stack, the program from their shared funeral 7 years ago. Clint also
found out Tony Stark was only 16 tears old. Clint furiously wiped his eyes,
ridding them of their errant tears. Clint heard the shower shut off and quickly
sat on the corner of the bed and started checking his work email on his iPhone.
Tony came out of the bathroom, hair still damp wearing faded red plaid pyjama
bottoms and a threadbare white t-shirt. Clint really shouldn't be following
this train of thought, but he found the young man to be quite a fine looking
fellah, but he did. Tony asked him if he needed anything and if Tony had it or
could do it, he would. At that, Clint felt like a total dick for being so
condescending to the kid. Because here Tony was trying to be nice, trying to
make him feel comfortable even though Clint wasn't all that nice to him. Clint
had told Tony know and Tony picked up the Calculus textbook, pulled a red
binder from the crate shelf and them pulled a pencil from a cup before sitting
with his back against the wall and doing homework. They made some small talk
mostly Clint telling him easier ways to solve certain problems.
Clint received a text, from the driving company, his driver would be at his
current location in 15 minutes. Clint looked over to Tony and let the second
soft smile grace his face for the night. Tony had fallen asleep, having drifted
further down the wall so his books were spread across his chest and thighs
while his feet hung off the bed at his knees. Clint shook him gently and
chuckled when Tony didn't even stir. Clint picked the books up, quickly wrote
the proper solutions for the three problems Tony didn't solve correctly on
another page of paper and an explanation of how to arrive the correct
conclusion. He then tore out a second piece of paper and jotted down a note.
Clint set the note on the wire spool that served as a night table. Clint
realized Tony wasn't much shorter than he was and he likely would wake up
wrecked if he stayed sleeping that way the whole night. Clint kneeled one knee
on the bed and picked Tony up bridal style and put him down properly. Clint
smiled when the young man nuzzled his face into his thin pillow. Taking the
thin Dinosaur blanket from the foot of the bed, he covered him up. Clint mused
the blanket must of been something his mother had made. Once Tony was tucked
in, He couldn't help it, Clint gently kissed Tony's sleep warm cheek. Before
locking Tony's apartment door from the inside and seeing himself out.
Tony woke up at six the next morning, feeling rather well rested. He was curled
around his pillow and cuddled in his Dino blanket. Tony could of sworn he was
doing homework after work. Then he remembered cellphone guy, then he caught
sight of a note on his end table with Tony written on the front. Tony opened
unfolded it and read it.
Tony,
I want to thank you for your hospitality last night. You were truly a top tier
waiter, even though I wasn't a top tier diner. I probably would of left my ass
in the rain. I really do appreciate you welcoming me into your humble abode, so
I could wait for my driver.
I want to apologize, I was something of a dick last night. I'm not good with
people. I don't even really have friends, just people I schmooze with for
business sake. The closest thing I have to friends are probably the A.I that
runs my home and my German Shepherd Coulson, And Coulson bites me when he
thinks I'm being a Dick.
P.S
Take a butter knife and pop the gate of your vent. I left you an envelope, I
never did give you a tip at the Bistro. Consider it your Tip. That way you
can't try and give it back to me. I figure you can use it buy a coat, a bit of
clothes, some food, The TI-83 calculator you actually need for your calculus
course and maybe a bus pass to. I'll back to the Bistro tonight at 7.
- Clint .F. Barton
Barton Enterprise
 
Tony's eyes practically bulged out of his head, Clint Barton the illustrious
billionaire had been in his apartment. He knew the name and about the man. He
was something of a mathematical prodigy and genius. His contributions to
science were legendary and he had the leading edge in telecommunications,
robotics and artificial intelligence. He was in his course textbook. After the
initial shock wore off, Tony deduced Cell…Clint had put him to bed. Tony was
oddly touched and followed Clint instructions to remove the grate and found and
envelope with $3000 in sequential hundreds. Tony would use $1000 of it for what
Clint said, then he'd put the rest in the bank and use it for rent.
Tony was excited by the prospect of seeing Clint tonight. Tony was an honest
guy, he found Clint completely bang worthy. He was really starting to wonder
what those lips would taste like.
***** A Delicate Shift *****
Chapter Summary
     Clint comes for dinner, Steve Gets Shot and The Winter Soldier visits
     Tony. Things are changing a delicate shift.
Chapter Notes
     Thanks For Reading
See the end of the chapter for more notes
On the way home, all Clint could think about was the boy. Clint wasn't entirely
too sure why and what it was that drew him to Tony like a moth to a flame. He
could admit, the young man was attractive with his runner's build, that was
starting to fill out quite nicely. Those deep soulful brown eyes that inspire
of what was obviously a tough life still held a beautiful sparkle and hair that
Clint wondered if it felt as soft as it looked. Perhaps it was the young man's
work ethic and power to survive when faced with adversity. But mostly the young
man didn't seem to tolerate Clint Barton's attitude or his bullshit and had no
issue shutting him down with quick well placed barbs.
When Clint's private elevator opened on the penthouse floor of his tower. He
was greeted by Coulson. The dog gave him a "where the hell have you been?" look
as he pawed at his bowl before nosing it over to his feet. Clint chuckled and
took the bowl to the kitchen to fill it to the brim with a mixture of kibble
and some cooked plain chicken chunks. At the sight and scent of the chicken
Clint could hear Coulson's tail happily thumping against the fridge door. Clint
patted his pup's head before putting the dish on the floor and fondly shaking
his head when Coulson dug into his dinner.
Clint set about in his office working through the list of emails that had been
forwarded to him, by his secretary Natasha. To be honest Clint could never tell
if Natasha were fond of him or just put up with him. He finished and worked on
on the designs for a self-restoring metallic ally that could bend and flex
lessening the damages sustained in auto wrecks. At two in the morning Clint
decided to call it a night and head to bed, the A.I would lock up. Clint
showered and took care of his physical need to get off in the shower, then
brushed his teeth before getting into bed.
He laid awake, thinking about the boy from the Bistro. Clint really hoped that
Tony would use the money he'd left. Clint didn't leave it out of some sense of
pity. He left it knowing the guy could use a little help. It was cold and only
going to get colder and he really did need a coat and a bus pass. Clint didn't
want the boy to land ill and really he just wanted to protect him. In that
moment Clint Barton realized he was completely screwed. He was pinning after a
16 year old kid. Clint sighed and threw his arm over his eyes, Because he had
never thought he'd be in a position like this. Clint was jostled from his
thoughts when Coulson jumped up on the bed. The dog twirled around a few times,
until he deemed himself comfortable and laid down at Clint's side where the man
scratched behind his ears.
" I think I'm screwed Coulson" Clint said and the dog tilted his head up toward
his owner's voice.
" I think I like a 16 year old kid, really like him. He's handsome and a sassy
little shit that won't take my bullshit"
" He's ambitious too, you should see his course load" realizing his owner would
probably talk for awhile. Coulson turned around so he could plop his head down
on the man's chest. Barton smiled and patted his back.
" It's weird, he's 16 and I'm 29 Coulson. That's 13 years and I really
shouldn't like him or want him like that….but I can't help it. What should I
do?"
" I know boy, I'm asking a dog for advice on this. You chase your own ass"
Clint smiled and scratched Coulson's side catching his thump spot and making
the dog thrash his leg.
Eventually Clint fell asleep.
 
Tony dropped his weekly assignments off at the high school that allowed him to
do correspondence. He'd been emancipated and considered legal 18 when he'd
turned 16. They allowed it so he could continue to work and make rent. He then
headed to the bus station and purchased a bus pass for the month, which allowed
him unlimited city wide travel on both the buses and subways. They just called
it a bus pass for some reason. Tony found he was very grateful to Clint Barton
for such a ridiculous tip. Tony followed the suggestions of buying a coat it
was just a simple navy blue pea coat. Then bought a pair of jeans, a pair of
sweats, a hoodie as well as a package of warm socks. Then bought a good amount
of groceries. Milk, Bread, Cheese, Eggs and lots of stuff that would keep like
Pasta, Cans of soup and non-perishables. He splurged and bought a jar of
nutella. Once he packed all his stuff away in his teeny sardine can kitchen. He
headed to the Bistro for his shift at one. He was on until 7:00pm. He had a
Calculus test on Friday and needed the time to study. Tony didn't really have
any friends at the Bistro, but his boss did work around his academics.
Tony had a fairly good day, he'd made a few good tips and a little girl shyly
handed him her finished colouring page and said she coloured it for him. He
smiled and promised to hang it up on his fridge. Shy beamed a smile at him
before scampering back to her parents. Steve Rogers came in around 5:00 and
ordered enough food to feed an elephant. Tony wasn't sure where the man
actually put all the food he ate, because he sure ate a lot. Tony assumed that
Steve had business in this end of town, because of his signature Black Suit,
Blue Shirt and Black Tie. Tony thought Steve was a new breed of mob boss. Where
most mob bosses looked expensive, slicked hair and really just greasy. Steve
Rogers looked rough in a kind of ruggedly handsome way. There was a thin scar
the ran through his left eyebrow a souvenir from Afghanistan, there was a
matching series of burns across his upper back and right arm. Tony had seen
them in the gym. He knew they were from Afghanistan because he'd seen the
purple heart. He was searching for a first aid kit in the gym and started
snooping around the small back office. Steve kept the purple heart in a box
thrown in a drawer. Steve kept his hair short on the sides and just long enough
on the top to be teased into a fauxhawk with hard lines. To sum it up Steve
Rogers looked dangerous. Tony had no delusions, he knew just how dangerous
Steve could be if provoked. Tony made some small talk with the mob boss. Even
though Tony wasn't waiting on him that night.
Seven finally rolled around and Tony clocked out, as he was fixing to leave.
Clint Barton came through the door. He looked different tonight. He was wearing
dark blue jeans, that hugged in all the right places. Clint Barton was really a
sight to behold in a tight fitting purple button down shirt and a black leather
jacket. Clint took the same seat he'd taken the previous night.
" Tony" he called when he caught sight of the boy. Tony headed toward the coat
hooks on the back wall where the staff kept their belongs. Clint smiled know
the boy probably listened to his suggestions.
" Good Evening Mr. Barton" Clint shuddered at the formal address. The only
times he were ever called Mr. Barton where times of trouble in high school.
" Clint"
" Sure, OK Good Evening Clint" Tony said before he was bumped into by an older
man. Clint had reached out to steady the kid so he didn't land across the
table.
" Um Thanks" Tony offered sheepishly.
" What was that?"
" I don't know" Tony said before noticing he now held a piece of paper in his
hands that wasn't there before. Tony opened it and read the letter. Eyes
darkening at the words on the page.
" What is it?" Clint asked concern flashing across his face, that didn't go
unnoticed by Tony.
" It's Nothing, Er well it's not nothing but I can't tell you inside here
anyways"
Clint looked around the Bistro and decided he'd just go to Taco Bell or
something later.
" Come On" Clint said getting up and motioning the boy to follow. Which Tony
did after grabbing his jacket.
Tony and Clint walked a few blocks to a small park, before Tony sat down on a
bench and Clint copied his position. Clint noticed a few things, he was nothing
if not observant. Tony was looking over his shoulder subtly and his eyes were
just a little wild.
" Tony are you alright?" Clint asked
" Kind of, no, I don't really know." Tony said and Clint could see the naked
honesty there.
" Whats wrong?" Tony took a deep breath and told Clint what was wrong.
" That, Man that bumped into me, I've never seen him before but I've heard of
him. They call him the Winter Soldier. He's a ghost. The only person who really
knows him, is Steve Rogers. I've seen him in the gym, well the back of him.
Never his face one minute he's there the next he's gone. He, he left me a
warning. Royce O'Riley is trying to strong hand Steve and take control. One of
O'Riley's goons managed to clip Steve in the chest with two 9 mil bullets.
Steve told me to stay away from the gym and to get out of my apartment. He's
discovered my apartment is owned by a guy loyal to O'Riley. His man, this
winter soldier removed all of my important belongings and has put them in a
secure location. He says Royce doesn't know about me because I'm not in the
family, but Steve still thinks I should keep my head ducked for a bit" Tony
finished.
" Alright where is your stuff?" Clint said, standing and offering Tony his
hand.
" Uhm I don't exactly know yet. He wrote GPS coordinates a square area
actually." Tony said kind of sheepishly.
" Here give it" Clint said and keying the coordinates into his phone.
" I know where that is, let's go" Clint said steering the boy back to the
bistro parking lot and into the passenger seat of his Dodge Viper.
" Where are we going?" Tony asked, after taking a brief minute to appreciate
the fine car he was currently in.
" Greenwood Cemetery in Brooklyn" I have a pretty good idea of where your stuff
probably got stashed based on the coordinates.
They arrived at the cemetery and Tony really just followed Clint. Clint headed
for the Civil War Monument and found an envelope taped to the corner with a key
to the caretakers shed, with instructions to destroy the key. Retrieving the
bag Tony found his family photo album, his stack of pictures, his school books
and his blanket and the teddy bear from his dad. Along with a few pairs of
underwear, socks and a few changes of clothes. Tony was happy that he got all
his sentimental albums and he could work with the clothes he was given.
The started driving back into the city, Clint noticed Tony was awfully quiet.
Resting his head against the glass. Clint thought about it and realized the boy
probably thought he'd have to go on the run and probably live in shelters until
he could lay down more roots. Clint didn't like the idea at all and spoke up.
" Where are you going to go?"
" I'm really not sure Clint"
" You could stay at my place, I don't have a pallet bed but you could play
video games or something" Clint counted Tony's small smile a win.
" Are you sure?"
" Yeah why not" Clint said
" How much do you want for rent"
" Nothing, it's not like I'm hurting for cash. But, I could go for the
occasional home cooked meal if you were willing" Clint said. After all he'd
lived on take out since 17.
" I can, I can do that. I'm not exactly great or a chef but I can cook." Tony
said, puzzled at the look Clint was giving him.
Clint just couldn't, the kid was to damn cute and just a touch self-
deprecating, he loved it.
" Tony, I can burn a pot of water. Compared to that…you're chef Boyardee." Tony
laughed, really laughed and Clint vowed to do whatever it took to hear that
sweet sound again and again.
Tony and Clint continued the drive, now toward Barton Tower. Both feeling like
something delicate had changed in their lives.
Chapter End Notes
     Thanks For reading more
***** Tony's NightTerror *****
Chapter Summary
     Tony is faced with the demons of his past, his treatment at the hands
     of Obadiah Stane. Coulson hears his whimpers, and alerts Clint. Clint
     gives it all to comfort the distraught and frightened young man
Chapter Notes
     Thank You For contining to read this story. I love your comments and
     feed back.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Clint pulled the car into the custom elevator that would take it to Clint's
private garage on the 69th floor. A good portion of Barton Enterprise was ran
out of the building. Well the business administrative portion, Research and
Development was offsite. Tony let out a high whistle at the collection of cars.
There were two Audi R8s one in Purple, the next in white. There was a Black 67
Mustang GT in the corner, as well as Ford F-150 in Cobalt Blue, A red Ferrari
was in the corner as well as a purple and black Ducati D-16.
" Wow!" Tony said
" I know, I probably have to many cars"
" Actually know, I've just never seen this much purple in one garage" Tony said
and Clint chuckled. Purple had always been his thing.
" I like purple, it's just you know me. It just clicks. Don't you have a colour
that just works with you?" Clint asked.
" Yeah, I do. I like Dark Red and Gold. "
Clint lead Tony into the elevator and up two floors to the Penthouse. Clint had
a lot of space, the penthouse was as large as small mansion, bigger than a
large house, yet smaller than a mansion. There were 5 bedrooms, one was made
into a workout room, complete with monkey bars. Another was transformed into a
library. One had been made into his office and of course there was a guest room
and his bedroom.
The elevator opened on the floor, and they walked in. Clint could hear
Coulson's claws dig into the hardwood like the dog has slipped rounding a
corner as he came bounding to the door. Coulson stopped in front of them and
eyed Tony calculatingly, while Tony internally fought against the fidgeting he
was prone to. Coulson walked over and inspected this new person before bumping
his head into the Tony's thigh searching out a friendly pat. Which Tony
obliged. After a few minutes Coulson took off to play with that tantalizing toy
his owner brought for him a week earlier. It had meaty treats and peanut butter
inside.
" Well you've met Coulson."
" I like him, he's not yappy and he's not a snarling beast." Tony shuddered
remembering those horrid dogs Mr. Stane had.
" He was a lost puppy, nobody ever claimed him. So I kept him. Named him
Coulson for no real reason really. I'm fond of him myself. I'm pretty sure I
just exasperate him though"
" Here let me show you around."
Clint lead Tony down the hall and first pointed out the library. " I've got a
good selection of fiction and non-fiction. However if you like that twilight
shit just ask my A.I to order it". They continued on to the workout room, which
Clint said Tony could use at anytime. Clint then pointed to his door " Thats
me". Clint walked further down the hall with Tony at his heels, he showed the
young man his office and chuckled at the boys reaction to finding a " really
OLD GAMEBOY'. Clint shook his head, he'd had that game boy since he was
probably five or six. He mostly used it as a paperweight these days. A little
further down the hall Clint opened the door to the guestroom.
" This is where you can crash" Tony looked around the bed was huge! and the
decor was very modern in a gloss black finish.
" Thank You" Tony unpacked his meagre belongings into the dresser and spread
his dino blanket on the bed.
" I like your dinosaur blanket, it's pretty cool" Clint said and it was.
" Thank my mom made it when I was a baby. She was a seamstress. My parents
didn't really have much in the way of money so quite a lot of our stuff was
homemade…And this is Rhodey" Tony said jiggling the teddy bear in his hand
before setting him to perch on the windowsill.
" Very nice"
Clint and Tony made some more small talk and were interrupted by Clint's
stomach. Tony took great delight in the blush that lightly showed up on the
man's cheeks.
" Sorry, I kind of got interrupted by this kid during dinner" Tony laughed
" Come on, I'll make some dinner"
" Awesome!" they boy took off through the bedroom door trying to beat the other
one to the kitchen.
" Use whatever is there, I haven't grocery shopped in…awhile" Clint said
sheepishly.
" So help me, if all I find in here is a six pack and a carton of stale thai
food Mr.Barton." Tony said as straight faced as he could.
Tony ended up finding enough for grilled cheese sandwiches and tomato soup.
Which must of been good if the way Barton was shovelling it into his mouth were
any indication.
" Tony this, this is great! I've never had this before. What is it?" Tony
seriously wanted to facepalm.
" Poor man's food apparently. It's grilled cheese Clinton."
" Oh" Tony smiled to take some of the sting out of his last comment.
" Try dipping it into your soup, it's pretty good"
When they were finished with the food, Tony picked up their dishes and set
about washing them.
" I have a dishwasher Tony." Clint said and Tony just rolled his eyes and
washed them anyways.
" Thanks for dinner Tony, they're fresh towels in the linen closet in the
bathroom and a ton of spare toothbrushes in the medicine cabinet"
" Oh, Thank YOU."
" If you need anything holler"
" Alright, Goodnight Clint."
" G'night"
Tony headed off to get himself ready for bed, while Clint headed to his office.
Clint gathered the boy kept a pretty solid schedule to both get his school work
done while, working full-time. Clint decided the boy needed to have more time
focus on his academics and made note to discuss Tony switching to part-time
hours that would allow him to at the very least attend regular classes in an
actual school. Clint set about working through more emails and working on his
project further.
Tony stripped his clothes and folded them neatly on the bathroom counter. He
pulled out a towel and left it on the closed toilet seat after he'd brushed his
teeth. He stepped into the shower and let out a pleasured moan at the amazing
feeling that cascaded his body, this shower was amazing. Tony started a bit
when Coulson stuck his head in the shower and tried to lap at the water in the
shower. Tony chuckled before switch the water to he tap so the dog could have a
good drink. Tony didn't think to close the bathroom door or even the bedroom
door for that matter, so he wasn't surprised that dog at wandered in. Finished
with his drink, Coulson shook his head to shake of the water droplets and gave
a happy bark to Tony before leaving the bathroom. Coulson really was one of a
kind Tony thought. Tony finished his shower, studied for a little while and
then went to bed.
Clint had showered and was sitting in bed, reading Ender's Game on his iPad.
While rubbing Coulson's tummy and occasionally getting smacked on the head by
the dog's tail for his efforts. This went on for a good twenty minutes with
Coulson rolling over to get his side tickled or pushing his head onto Clint's
chest to see just what his human was reading. Coulson pulled his head ears
perked listening to whatever was out of his owners hearing range. Clint picked
up his hearing aids when the dog pawed at them before running out the door,
nails scraping on the hallway flooring. Clint followed him and was able to pick
up on the whimpering coming from the guest room where Tony was sleeping. The
sight that met him, broke his heart.
Tony was huddled in on himself whimpering, while tossing and turning. His hair
was matted with sweat and his body was covered in a sheen of sweat. Clint
called his name but the young man wouldn't rouse, Clint put a hand on his
shoulder to shake the boy awake but Tony let out a heart wrenching sob, curling
into himself in an impossibly tight ball. Sobbing out the words " Don't ", "
Stop", " You're hurting me", " Please, Stop your to big". Clint sucked in a
sharp breath at the implications of what Tony's night terror were telling off
the boys past. Clint saw blood red, he'd never been so angry in his 29 years of
life. Coulson let out an ear piercing loud bark that had Tony shooting up in
bed breathing heavily between sobs. Clint took his chance to scoot behind Tony
and and wrap his arms around his trembling body pulling him back into his
chest.
" Hey Tony, Tony listen to me" Clint whispered into the boys ear, loud enough
to be heard but not spook.
" Yeah there you go, thats it breath"
" You're safe, I got you"
" C-C-Clint" Tony sobbed.
" Yes it's me Tony, You're ok, Just keep breathing for me big breaths." Clint
continued to whisper nonsense while telling Tony he was safe, that he'd keep
him safe. Tony's erratic breathing slowed down. Clint didn't even realize he
was rubbing soothing circles over Tony's abdomen that had the boy melting into
him. But he kept talking to him. At some point Coulson had jumped on to the bed
to rest his head on on Tony's thigh. Tony took in the warmth at his back, the
feel of Clint's five o'clock shadow rubbing against his cheek as the man kept
talking. Tony's hand wandered to scratch Coulson behind the ear. Tony felt,
safe. He couldn't really remember the last time he felt completely safe, but
right here, right now he felt safe. Clint's arms where comforting and not
suffocating. Tony tentatively turned his head and placed a chaste short kiss on
Clint Barton's cheek.
" Can I stay with you tonight?" Tony got up courage and asked, maybe Clint
could keep his demons at bay.
" Alright, but just to sleep Anthony." Clint no matter how attractive he found
the boy, would not be making any moves on bedding him. Not after what he'd
deduced from tonight. If anything happened it would be on Tony's terms.
" Come on then" Tony climbed out of the bed after Clint. They both chuckled
when Coulson jumped out of bed, trotted over to the windowsill and stood up on
his hind legs to grab Rhodey in his mouth, only to hop back onto the bed, dig
himself under Tony's Dinosaur blanket and poke his head out from under the
blanket and set Rhodey beside his head before laying down and yawning.
" Looks like Coulson has a new friend, he won't chew up your bear. He'll just
slobber all over it" Clint said has they both padded down the hallway to
Clint's room. Clint got in on the other side and let Tony, have the side he'd
previously been sleeping on that was still warm, but Tony moved closer seeking
out the comfort that Clint's body would offer. Clint let Tony cuddle up to his
side and rest his head on. Tony was absently drawing random patterns on Clint's
left pec, while the man's steady heartbeat lulled him to sleep.
When Clint felt Tony go completely lax in his arm, he rubbed his right hand
against the boy's back before pressing a soft kiss to the crown of his head and
whispering. " Goodnight Darling Boy." Clint fell asleep not to long after.
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***** Clint Barton is Not a Morning Person *****
Chapter Summary
     Clint Barton is a morning person, Tony Cooks Breakfast. Clint calls
     in a favour for Irish Mob Boss: Steve Rogers.
     After this chapter, you'll see more of the characters you know and
     love brought into the story. Expect to see Thor and Bruce next
     chapter.
Chapter Notes
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Tony woke up feeling rested, more so than he'd felt in longer then he cared to
remember. Because frankly, it had been to long. He almost started, when he did
not recognize his surroundings. After all his dinky apartment was certainly a
lot shittier than this. He quickly remembered the incidences of the previous
night. Steve got shot, his run in with the winter soldier, Clint Barton.
'Clint!' Tony thought, fearing he'd woken the man with his nightmares. How
could he have been so stupid, was all Tony could think. Tony knew he had
nightmares, bad ones, every night. He should of refused Clint's offer to crash
at his freakishly large crib. Tony knew he woke up some nights, screaming and
begging for Obadiah to stop. Sometimes it were so bad all he could feel was the
unwanted sound of skin slapping against his. The feeling of his throat being
rammed by a dick far to big for his young throat to handle, an unwanted cock at
that. Tony started to shake a bit, focusing on shaking off the memories.
His dark thoughts and memories were derailed by a sharp squeak by his ear. Tony
turned his head and faced a chipper Coulson happily chomping away on a rubber
duck. It was then Tony realized the leg strewn across his own under the covers.
Tony chuckled, Clint had rolled onto his stomach, had one hand hanging off the
bed, the other arm bent so his hand was on his own head and his other leg bent
at the knee. A genuine smile stretched across his face, when memories of last
night came back to him. Clint's arms holding him, protecting him from his own
demons. The millionaires voice softer than he'd heard before whispering in his
ear, guiding him out of his own nightmare. Tony felt a pool of warmth in his
stomach, he wasn't sure what it was exactly but it was a pleasant feeling.
Tony looked over at the clock, it was 6:00, he'd slept late. He usually woke up
around 5:00 so he could finish more of his homework, study or generally just
have a chance to breath. He gently rolled out from under Clint's leg and pulled
the covers just up to the other man's armpits. Clint snuggled further into his
pillow and made an adorable huff sound before settling down again. Tony walked
out of the master bedroom with Coulson trailing at his heels. He took a moment
to take in the view from the large floor to ceiling windows, The city looked
beautiful from so high in the sky. Tony looked around for something to do, he
really wasn't sure what he could and could not do in regards to Clint's place.
" Can I be of assistance Mr. Stark?" at the sound of the voice, Tony looked
around to see who was talking.
" Huh?"
" How eloquent Mr. Stark" it said again, Tony thought whoever was talking, was
kind of snarky.
" Tony"
" Very well, now can I be of assistance?"
" Can you tell me where you are, I can't see you." Tony called out
" No, you can not. I am the artificial intelligence that runs sir's tower"
" Oh, can I call you Jarvis?. I'm going to call you Jarvis, Do you mind? of
course you don't. So, Jarvis what does Clint like for breakfast?"
" Sir doesn't eat breakfast, He often forgets meals and when it's been brought
to his attention, he lives on various take out specials." Jarvis replied and
Tony winced, making note to change that.
" Thank you Jarvis, I'll figure something out"
" Very well young sir"
" Hey Jarvis?"
" Yes?"
" You're sentient aren't you?"
" I am a learning A.I young sir"
" Awesome" Tony said before calling Coulson.
Tony decided on eggs, hash browns, toast and bacon. Tony felt Coulson smack a
big paw at his leg. The dog licked his chops when Tony looked down at him.
" Hold on Coulson, I made you something to eat to. I just got to finish the
last bit." Tony said as he scratched behind the dog's ear.
While Tony fried the bacon, he cut up some fruits. He tossed Coulson a piece of
skinned apple. Which the dog apparently enjoyed as he opened his mouth for
another piece. Tony obliged before cutting a few more slices to give to him
later. As he prepped breakfast, Jarvis told him where to find anything he
needed it. Tony found he rather liked the sometimes snarky A.I. Tony was so
into what he was doing he didn't notice Clint.
Clint started to wake up, he wasn't sure what he was smelling just yet, he just
knew it smelt great. Clint groaned when he realized it was only 6:45 in the
morning. He usually slept until ten, unless he worked through the night and
just didn't sleep. The billionaire rolled out of bed and trudged in the general
direction of the kitchen. Clint was exhausted, he went in and out of sleep most
of the night. He kept thinking about Tony's nightmare and the knowledge that
he'd been raped as a mere child. It disgusted Clint, that somebody could do
something so violent and damaging to a child. Clint finally let himself drop
into a deep sleep around 4:45AM after it was clear Tony would sleep find the
rest of the night.
Clint still had the nights thoughts on his mind as he entered the kitchen, he
found himself so thankful that Tony was such a strong person, that he didn't
become a teen suicide statistic. He was happy that, that his Darling Boy, was
there in the kitchen. He was alive. Clint wasn't entirely sure when he'd
started thinking of Tony as "HIS" he'd only known the guy for two and a half
days, yet there was something there, something that was right. With these
thoughts rolling and roaring through his head, Clint hugged the young man from
behind. It wasn't conscious, he just did. He felt Tony stiffen for a brief
second, he was about to let go, but the boy just relaxed into the hold and
continued to transfer bacon from a pan onto a plate. He rested his chin on the
boy's shoulder and watched him stir what appeared to be oatmeal. Clint was
somewhere between alertness and dozing off.
Tony reached up and ran his fingers through the short strands of Clint's hair.
Tony found he didn't mind the man's close presence. He didn't even mind that
Clint was holding him so close. He could feel the billionaires morning erection
pressing against the top part of his left ass cheek, yet it did not bother him.
There was nothing sexual behind the embrace, and Tony could feel it. It was a
safe hold and Tony was oddly comforted by that. Because the old man, wasn't
trying to rub up against him or bend him over the counter. Clint Barton was
there being a cuddle monkey. Tony thought, his parents would of loved Clint.
Though his mom would of given the older man a proper spanking for not taking
better care of himself.
" Jarvis can you play some music?"
" Any preference young sir?"
" Usually I like AC/DC but could play some soft rock instead"
" Indeed, enjoy your breakfast young sir"
" Thank You Jarvis"
Tony handed Clint, Coulson's bowl of food and facepalmed when the older man
stuck a spoon in it to eat it.
" That's for Coulson"
" Oh" Clint said as he put the bowl of thick oatmeal and apple slices on
Coulson's placemat. The anxious dog nearly toppling him over to get to his
food. Clint went to the kitchen table and put his head down, it was way to
early for this.
Tony chucked as he passed by Clint with the plate of toast, and the jam, peanut
butter and butter jars on another plate. On his way back to the kitchen for the
pitcher of chocolate milk and two glasses, he checked on Coulson…happy to see
the dog was devouring his food, Tony went to get the rest of their breakfast
things before seating himself at the table.
They ate in companionable silence for awhile.
" You're really not a morning person are you Clint"
" Hell no, I usually sleep till ten and if I have to be up….expresso is my
friend" Clint said
" Well your friend is chocolate milk today" Tony said
" Tony?"
" Yeah, Clint?"
" Why Jarvis?"
" Everybody, even an A.I needs a name. So he's Jarvis"
" I like it" Clint said and he really did. He'd never thought the A.I needed a
name and now it just seemed so right.
Clint let out a jaw breaking yawn and his cheeks coloured a nice shade of pink.
Tony noticed the older man had been tired through most of breakfast.
" Why don't you lay down?"
" Yeah, think I will, Sit with me?"
" Sure"
Together they chilled on the coach, Tony was reading an ebook on Clint's iPad
his mind wondering off to think about Steve. The older man's feet where rested
in his lap. Clint was resting with his head on throw pillow propped up on the
armrest.
" Tony, I called in a favour. Steve has was airlifted out of New York Methodist
to a secret medical facility under Barton Enterprise control. He won't be
killed in his sleep by O'Riley or his goons. He came out of surgery alright,
just thought you should know" Clint said and smiled at Tony's shocked sincere
smile.
" Thank You"
" Maybe I misjudged him. It's hypocritical of me. I hate being judged at face
value. Maybe in a few days, we can fly out and visit."
" That would be…awesome, never been on a plane before"
" You'll love it"
Tony waited for Clint to fall asleep, again before grabbing one of Coulson's
toys and calling the dog over so they could play fetch on the empty space
between Clint's lab and private garage. Tony for the first time, felt like he
could grow to call a place home once more.
Chapter End Notes
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***** Late Night Confessions *****
Chapter Summary
     What happens when Tony can't sleep?
Chapter Notes
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     stuck in a howard stark/ steve rogers series and it was like falling
     down a rabbit hole.
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     Some Sexiness ensues in this chapter.
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Tony and Clint had fallen into a routine over the next week. Tony now woke up
around 6:45 so he could start making breakfast at 7:00. They'd both eat at 7:
30. At 8:30 on the nose Tony started in on his school work. Clint would either
work from home or go into the office by 9:00. They'd have dinner at 7:00 PM.
Clint had cornered him and told him he needed to attend regular classes, but
Tony had refused. The local high schools would only allow him a minimum of four
subjects per semester and Tony felt as though he required more. They'd come to
a compromise. Tony had to leave his waiting gig at the bistro, and effectively
become a home school student. He found he rather enjoyed this arrangement.
They'd even gone to visit Steve, The mob boss was making a swift recovery.
If Tony were honest, he was comfortable. The last time he remembered being
truly comfortable was when his parents were alive. He felt, safe. He often had
nightmares and for the first time they weren't the elephant in the room. Clint
didn't mind them and told Tony if he needed to, he could always talk about them
with the billionaire. He also wasn't hungry most of the day, Clint now kept the
kitchen well stocked and Tony had free range, because it was apparently his
Kitchen. The only thing the billionaire could do was brew coffee.
It was the middle of the night, Tony couldn't sleep. He'd been trying the past
three hours. He got out of bed and headed for the gym, hoping a session on the
elliptical would tire him out. He chuckled when he passed Coulson, the dog was
sound asleep with Rhodey tucked between his paws. That dog was oddly the most
intelligently weird animal Tony had ever met. Tony opened the gym and his mouth
went dry.
Clint was working on the rings, he'd had installed three days ago. He was only
wearing a pair of tight fitting boxer briefs. Sweat glistened under the
lighting from overhead. Tony leaned against the doorframe and watched, Clint
Barton was beautiful. Tony enjoyed the of muscles when Clint lowered into an
iron cross every muscle in his back and arms popped out. Tony could feel
himself growing hard. He continued to watch until Clint swung on the rings
enough to pop off and do a backflip.
Tony almost clapped, it really was impressive. He wasn't sure why, but he
really wanted to touch Clint, so he quietly crept over to the older man before
touching his firm shoulder.
" Tony you're up, Everything alright?" and wasn't he precious, always worrying
about him.
" Yeah fine" Tony said before putting a hand square on Clint's pec and palming
his nipple causing a small shudder.
" Tony what, What are you doing?" Clint asked
" Please" Tony said, looking straight into Clint's eyes, arousal painted on his
face and needed blazed in his eyes and Clint swallowed and nodded his head.
Tony continued to softly stroke and pull the older man's nipples. He'd gently
knead the muscles of his chest and along his flanks. Tony paused only to strip
of his own shirt.
" Touch Me" he asked, almost ordered and the older man began to caress his
shoulders and along his flanks.
Tony pulled Clint's head down a bit to meet his lips, he moaned when Clint
opened his mouth to coax Tony's tongue into his. Tony's hands wandered under
the band of Clint's underwear only for Clint to break the kiss and pull away.
Tony looked at Clint the hurt evident in his eyes, cutting through the younger
man's arousal. Clint sighed and grabbed the kid's arms before he could pull
away entirely.
" Oh Tony, I want this…just as much as you" Clint said
" Then why stop me? Because I'm just some stupid kid!" Tony bit back, hurt
still colouring his voice and Clint closed his eyes.
" That's not it Tony, you're a brilliant young man, but all of this, Tony you
aren't ready for it. You can say what you want, but I know you're not"
" You don't know that, you don't know me!" Tony started to yell
" Tony, Tony look at me…you look right into my eyes and you listen." Clint
paused until Tony nodded.
" I'm not trying to force you away, not even close. Tony if this is what you
want, this thing between you and me, that's alright. If you were just curious,
thats alright too….I won't be mad Tony. If you don't want this at all…it's ok
to." Clint said, honesty showing in his eyes. Even though he kind of already
loved the kid.
" I do want this Clint, uh between you and me. I want it, I have never been
this comfortable with somebody who wasn't my mom or my dad. Please Clint" Tony
said a hopeful twinkle in his eye.
" Alright, it's ok Tony…I'd like this too but we are not jumping into this.
We're doing this right. Right now, if you want to snuggle on the sofa and watch
movies together. If you want to share a banana split for lunch, sit outside on
the penthouse balcony and make out thats fine to. But Tony we will not be
jumping into sex like it's a diving pool alright." Clint said with a look.
" I, I can do that Clint." Tony said before standing on his tip toes to softly
put a kiss on Clint's forehead.
" You want to snuggle up in my bed and get some sleep Tony?"
" I'd really like that." Tony said a blush colouring his cheeks.
Together they walked out of the gym. Clint's arm around Tony's shoulder and
Tony's around his waist. Tony crawled into bed while Clint grabbed a fast
shower and came out in blue superman pyjamas. Clint crawled into bed and laid
on his back and Tony draped himself over the older man's chest and looked into
his eyes.
" You have beautiful eyes Clint" Tony said a bashful smile on his face.
" And you have adorable ears, Tony" Clint said leaning up to lightly nip and
earlobe making Tony giggle.
They shared a few affectionate kisses before Tony snuggled into Clint's chest
and was lulled to sleep by the older man's heart beat.
Clint smiled, he was happy…now he just had to figure out how dating actually
worked. He'd seen movies put he had no grounds of experience he kind of usually
just seduced people into his bed. Clint kissed Tony's forehead before falling
asleep himself.
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