IronHawk Part 2 (Chapter 9)

Holy long chapter guys. No way to cut this down. Everything about it is important lol —————————

Clint woke up to Natasha sitting on his bed, cross legged, silently watching him.

“I feel like I’ve told you before how creepy this is.” He complained, rolling onto his back with a yawn.

“Mmm.” Natasha didn’t really reply, just continued sitting, hands folded non threateningly in her lap.

Clint sighed. “Come on then.” He held one arm and a wing out, making room on the bed. A quick smile flitted across her face before Natasha unfolded her frame, stretching out next to him, head on his bare chest. Clint would never call the soft rumble coming from the other Alpha a purr, but Natasha was absolutely purring as she snuggled close. Clint just closed his eyes again , more thankful for the physical contact than he would admit, and stroked a hand down her back.

It had been a long time since he’d woken up to Natasha wanting to sleep next to him. It had happened often in the beginning, after he had recruited her to SHIELD, when she was still fighting against the effects of her brainwashing, and needed someone else to keep her together. It had even happened once after she had first been assigned to Tony Stark by SHIELD. She had slipped into bed next to Clint and they had lay together all night. No questions asked, no answers needed.

Clint could barely see the outline of a bite mark that matched his teeth, there on the right side of her neck. Once, back at the beginning, Natasha had reverted back to her training, and had nearly killed two different SHIELD handlers, and tried her hardest to kill Clint before he had pinned her to the ground and bit her viciously.

While bonding bites were placed on the left, above the scent gland, he had bit her in the right side, growling low in his throat, demanding absolute obedience. Shocked into submission, Natasha had immediately stilled. That had been the last time she had ever acted out with her handlers. And the first night they ended up naked together, both fighting for dominance, nearly destroying his room in the process. But after that, most nights Natasha had to come to his room had been purely platonic, just needing the touch of a friend.

Clints arm tightened around her at the memory, and Natasha hummed contentedly.

“It’s been a long time since we did this, Tasha.” He said softly, breathing in her spicy scent.

“Yeah well Pepper would flip out if I left our bed to be in yours. But she’s not here. And I thought you could use some company.”

“Oh this had nothing to do with you wanting to be near me?” He teased and Natasha tensed and growled low. “Hush.” He chuckled. “I’m just teasing.” He kissed the top of her head, urging her to relax against him again.

When Natasha came out of Clints room, absolutely reeking of the other Alphas scent, everyone sitting at the kitchen table all stared, then swiveled to look at Tony. He kept typing away at his tablet, able to mostly ignore the co mingled scents with his new spray. But only mostly.

Natasha caught the split second of sheer panic when Tony picked up on her scent, and switched paths to walk past him.

“It’s not like that.” She said into his ear, bending over to get an apple. “I just wanted to see him, just sat in his bed.”

Tony’s entire body sagged in relief, and she touched his shoulder briefly in reassurance.

Just because she thought Tony was in the wrong for everything that had happened didn’t mean she was going to be cruel. She wasn’t heartless. Not anymore. *********

The team fell back into a spot of normalcy with Clint back at the Tower. Coulson had only called once to check in, making sure that Clint was indeed happy there, before leaving them be. When missions came up, Hawkeye suited up with everyone else, shooting out the window on his way to help save the world. He attended all the movie nights and team nights out, and was back to his sarcastic, easy going self. He and Tony simply moved in the same circles, not seeking each other out, but not avoiding either. Even Banner had managed to return, even though the first time he and Hawk had been in the same room, he’d been so tense his eyes hadn’t once changed from green back to brown. Clint had finally plopped next to the scientist on the couch and handed him a beer. When Bruce had looked up, confused, Clint had simply shrugged, clinked his own beer with Bruce’s and kept right on drinking. And everything was fine.

Tony’s new hormone spray kept him from any fits of overt emotion, which in turn kept Clint very balanced, since he could feel almost every emotion Tony had through the bond mark. He and Steve and Wilson spent most days training and sparring, with Clint eager to show off how much Better he’d gotten, and the routines he and Logan had worked out.

It was one day after training, after Clint had managed to pin The Captain not once or twice but three separate times, that Clint actually sought Tony out. He was feeling good, amped up on adrenaline, his Alpha needing to stretch it’s wings and do something fun. So he went looking for Tony.

Clint missed Tony, so much that it ached. He had gotten used to it, being away, but now that they were sharing the same space again, it was physically uncomfortable for Clint to not be close to his omega. He wanted him back, wanted their lives back, wanted so desperately to Renew their bond that it was keeping him up at night. But every time he even smiled at Tony, or looked too long, the omega always found a reason to move, to leave, and it hurt.

But Clint couldn’t blame him for any of that, either.

The genius was in the lab, like usual, and Clint knocked before coming in, giving a quiet thank you to JARVIS for unlocking the door.

“What- what are you doing here?” Tony asked in surprise. Clint hadn’t set foot in the lab since that awful day when Tony had had a panic attack. He was suddenly nervous, and backed away a step.

“Just got done sparring with the guys.” Clint answered, grinning despite the awkward tension, wings fluttering forward towards Tony. He was just happy to be in the same room as the omega. “I was going to get some lunch, do you want some?”

“I’m fine.” Tony answered,dismissing Clint, turning his attention back to whatever was bubbling in a beaker in front of him.

“I’m asking you to have lunch with me.” Clint clarified after a moment of silence, and Tony took a deep breath. Even with his spray, so he could feel the hope coming from his Alpha. Was Clint still his alpha? The thought made his breath hitch in pain.

“Nows not a good time.” He finally said.

“Well when’s a good time?” Hawk persisted. “I can wait.”

“What, what are you asking me on a date? What is this?” Insecurity made his voice sharper than usual.

“Yeah. Yeah sure.” Clint smiled, liking the idea. “Let me shower and let’s go on a date.”

“You’re kidding.”

“I’m really not.” Clint shook his head. “We never get to spend time together, and I know things are…” he waved his hands non committedly, “but nothing's… nothing’s changed for me Tony. I came back because you needed help. Well, you and the team. But I’m staying for you. So if taking you in a date is the way to get some time with you then let’s do it. Where do you want to go? Do I need to wear a suit?”

Flustered at the thought of Clint in a suit, of Clint working to date him, to win him back, Tony just grabbed the next test tube, trying to move on with his experiment. But when he poured the vial of into the boiling beaker too quickly, it started frothing, bubbling and expanding until with an impressive bang, the mixture exploded all over the table, splashing boiling hot liquid over Tony’s arm. “God fucking DAMMIT!” Tony howled, and Clint moved fast, darting up and over the table, moving Tony to safety across the room. “Jesus H. Christ why would you ask me on a date while I’m working!?” Tony was swearing and yelling, holding his arm close to his chest. “Why the hell are you even here distracting me? I swear Birdbrain it’s like-”

“I’m sorry.” Clint interjected calmly, straightening Tony’s arm so he could see the burn damage. “Is this just a heat thing, or chemical?”

“Just heat.” Tony replied through clenched teeth. “The chemicals are safe.”

“Okay. One second.” Clint headed for the first aid kid while Tony gritted his teeth against the pain. “Ok, hold still.” Clint pulled a tube of Aloe Vera and rolls of medical wrap from the kit and started pouring the aloe into Tony’s arm, working the cooling liquid into the burned skin. He worked in silence for a few minutes, wrapping the arm tightly to avoid any contamination to the sensitive area. “I was serious, you know.” He said as he worked. “Nothing’s changed for me.” Tony’s heart- traitorous thing- gave a hopeful flutter at the words. Then he frowned.

“You said Bruce could-”

“I know what I said.” Clint nodded firmly. “But I think we both know how things said in the heat of the moment can be.” Tony couldn’t argue with that.

“I suppose that’s true.” He agreed reluctantly.

“That should hold.” Clint smoothed the bandage down and stood up, holding a hand out to help Tony. “So what do you say?”

Tony accepted the hand up and stood to his feet slowly. “Can I think about it?” Clints face fell, but he was already nodding, already always willing to give Tony what he needed.

“Whatever you need, Tony.”

“Will you-” Tony started to speak, but stopped when he realized Clint was leaving.

“Will I what?”

“Will you stay for a minute?” Tony’s eyes fell shut as he asked, embarrassed to be giving into his Omegas need for touch. But it had already been a long day, and then Clint had started being nice all the sudden, and then the accident. And really when it came down to it, he was worn out pretending the Alpha didn’t affect him at all. Really just exhausted pretending to be strong when all he wanted to do was fall asleep next to his Alpha.

“Where do you want me, Tony?” Clint asked quietly, arms loose, wings folded close to his back, trying to look as unthreatening, as unAlpha as possible.

“Maybe…” Tony pointed to a padded office chair that sat against the wall. Without a word, Clint sat in it, leaning back slightly to make room for Tony.

The omega crawled into his lap, starting to shake as the shock of the burn wore off and the pain really set in, whimpering when the Alphas arms came down and around him tightly.

“Is this okay?” Clint asked, and Tony tucked his head into his neck, trying to breathe in his Alpha’s scent, but it was too muted under his spray.

“And wings.” He demanded, muffled. A second later both of Clints wings settled around him, and Tony breathed a shaky sigh of relief. The previous six months seemed like some sort of awful nightmare as he sat cradled in his Alphas arms. Tony had specifically designed the spray he wore to lessen his need for his Alpha’s touch and scent, but it only seemed to work if Clint wasn’t around. As soon as Clint had come home to the tower Tony found himself desperate to be close to the Alpha, craving his arms, his smile, and just…. him. Tony whimpered again as a wave of longing crashed through him. He needed Clint, whether he wanted to or not. Whether he hated being an omega or not. He didn’t hate being Clints omega.

“Alpha.” He whispered, and felt a shudder roll through the man beneath him. “Shhhh omega.” Clints voice was rough with emotion. “I’m right here.” ************ “Chinese is good.” Tony said sometime later, lifting his head just an inch or so so Clint could hear him.

“What’s that now?” Clint asked, fingers coming up to pull through Tony’s hair.

“For a date. We can just order Chinese and play video games.”

“Is that what you want?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay then.” —————- @harmonialcollisions @ironhawkisverygay @blueglassesfromda @tisfan @deanwinchestersgirl-4-life

IronHawk Part 2 (Chapter 7)

NSFW guys! NSFW!! There’s your warning! I mean it’s not too terribly smutty but embarrassing if someone reads it over your shoulder! —————————- Clint lay sprawled face down across his bed, face in the pillows, wings twitching irritably as he thought.

“Hey man, keep it down. Nobody likes wind after a shower.” Clint grinned into the pillows. Of course Logan had something shitty to say.

“Well don’t walk around buck ass naked and maybe the wind wouldn’t bother you.” he retorted, still keeping his face turned away. After that thoroughly stimulating scene in the training room, Clint really wasn’t up to seeing his roommate in anything less than full battle gear and maybe covered in gore. But he knew from experience that Logan would have just a towel wrapped around his waist as he either went to the kitchen for a post training beer, or yep, there’s the smoke lit one of those cigars, filling the room with that signature scent.

Too bad the cigars didn’t cover the scent of Logan. The man even smelled wild. Like trees and wind and cold. Not that cold had a particular smell, but if it did, it would be what Logan smelled like. And it smelled good.

“So what did Coulson want?” Logan asked, lounging on his bed. He’s grabbed a magazine from the living room and flipped through it carelessly.

“Just want to see How my talk with Fury went.” Clint finally turned to face him, keeping his eyes trained on the blankets on Logan’s bed.

“And?”

“And I told him Fury could fuck off. I’d go back to the Avengers if SHIELD ever stopped needing me.”

“And?” Logan tapped his cigar against his ash tray.

“And Coulson smiled that stupid half smile he does and moved right on.”

“Does he want you to go back?”

“He’s concerned that since I’m an original member if he team, they are suffering for me not being there. As well as worried that being separated from people that I've… well nearly died for, and certainly killed for, for such a long time is detrimental to me. To my health.“

“What, like he thinks you’re lonely?”

Clint shrugged into the bed, wings moving with the motion. “I don’t really know what he meant by that.”

“Are you lonely, though?” Logan asked, snubbing out his cigar and stretching out on his bed, leaving the towel over his lap.

“I think being lonely just goes hand in hand with killing people for a living. I mean, I’ve known Natasha for years and years now, and I still can’t read her any better than I could read a stranger. Lonely is just a part of life.” He rolled over, mirroring Logan’s posture, tugging his shorts lower on his hips to be more comfortable.

“What about your mate? The omega?”

“Trust me when I say my mate is being well taken care of.” Clint grumbled. “Can we not talk about this? Turn the lights off.”

Logan grunted in reply, and the room fell into darkness.

Clint lay awake for a long time, staring up at the ceiling, his enhanced vision letting him see all the cracks and spots in it.

He was happy here, with SHIELD. Running missions. Saving lives. Rooming with Logan. It was easy. Well not easy, but easier than dealing with Tony’s weird Quirks, and tiptoeing around the other Avengers mood swings. He did miss his Omega, but this life was… good.

A noise caught his attention, and without moving, Clint focused his attention on his roommate’s bed.

Logan was being very quiet, but Clint stretched his wings just a little to hear.

Oh shit. Clint bit back a groan. Logan was panting softly, his hand moving quickly under the blanket, over his cock. He was just barely whispering ‘oh fuck oh yeah like that’ and Clint closed his eyes, cursing his body for responding so quickly.

“How good’s your hearing Wing Boy?” Logan asked, without stopping his hand.

“Pretty damn good, mutant.” Clint managed, bringing a fist to his mouth to bite down on.

“Guess I don’t have to try to be quiet anymore then.” Logan groaned, and Clint heard the comforter fall to the ground as Logan kicked it out of the way. “Want to be lonely together?” He asked breathlessly, slowing his hand down to run slow easy strokes up his cock. Clint turned to look, unable to resist, his night vision allowing him to see the mutant as Logan fisted a thick erection, pulling the foreskin down roughly, and running his thumb over the tip.

“God yes.” Clint gave in, pushing himself against the headboard and running his palm down his hard length. He hissed against the sensitivity , and heard Logan breathe a laugh.

“Yeah, Hawkeye.”

Clint closed his eyes, letting the memories from the last several days flow over him. The intense mission, how Logan had looked washing blood off himself. The mutants broad shoulders. The smile when they talked about staying in his cabin upstate. 'I can play omega.’ He groaned at the thought, and gripped his cock, stroking furiously. 'Up against a wall maybe.’ “Shit.” His orgasm built fast, too fast, and his hips lifted, chasing the heat spiraling through his body.

Logan sped up when he did, matching stroke for stroke. “Clint. Clint.” Suddenly it was too much, and Logan’s backed bowed as his release spurted in thick pulses across his stomach. He gasped through it, groaning Clints name, holding the sheets hard as his body rocked with the force of it.

Jesus Christ. Clint took a deep breath, hips stuttering as his hand faltered and he lost himself in the haze of pleasure. “Oh shit oh damn-” OMEGA. My omega.

Clint came hard, crying out through his orgasm, seeing only dark brown eyes, lit by the blue of an arc reactor.

Tony. ************** Just across state lines in the Avengers Tower, Tony yelped against a sudden jolt of heat, gasping as pleasure curled through him, settling low in his stomach, burning through his bond mark.

“Oh my god.” He whimpered, rolling over to press his hips into the mattress. “Yes, yes, fuck fuck fuck!” He was coming within minutes, helplessly rutting into his bed, trying not to tear his sheets, trying not to scream.

When it finally faded, and he could take a full breath, Tony stumbled to the bathroom, collapsing into his shower.

As hot water poured over him, the omega sobbed, both hands covering his bond mark, crying, heartbreaking, knowing his Alpha was somewhere, finding pleasure, probably with someone else. Someone better than Tony. —————————

I SWEAR I AM ALMOST DONE BREAKING TONYS HEART. I swear. @harmonialcollisions @blueglassesfromda @ironhawkisverygay @deanwinchestersgirl-4-life

IronHawk Part 2 (Chapter 6)

Long post because I couldn’t find a decent place to chop it up 🙄🙄 some violence in this one and more developing Logan/Clint ———————— “Another day, another mission, hm Agent Barton?” Hawkeye didn’t even flinch when he rounded the corner to be mess hall and found Director Fury waiting for him. His wings spread a little farther however, and Fury caught the aggressive motion. “You know, If I didn’t know better I’d think you didn’t like me.”

“He doesn’t.” Logan rounded the same corner just a few seconds behind Clint, brushing past the Director as he made his way to the counter for breakfast.

“Your roommate leaves quite a bit to be desired.” Fury squinted his one eye disapprovingly at Logans broad back.

“What do you want, Fury?”

“Now, is that any way to speak to a man who only has your best interest in mind?” Clint rolled his eyes, and started moving again, Fury falling into step beside him as he moved through the buffet style breakfast spread. “I have been talking to Agent Coulson, and we feel like it’s time for you to rejoin the Avengers. They have attracted the attention of a few local vigilante-types, and it would be better for all of us if the entire team was there to make decisions regarding the newcomers.”

Logan looked up from where he was shoveling pancakes into his mouth, and Clint met his eyes uneasily.

“Is that so?” Setting his own tray of waffles, pancakes, cereal, bacon and sausage down at the table, Clint dropped into the seat across from his friend, leaving Fury standing.

“Yes.” The director replied shortly, watching the two men with an thoughtful expression. “In fact, I could even see to making sure your ‘roommate’ is welcome at the tower as well. Since the two of you seem to get along so well.”

If Fury expected Logan to get angry at the insinuation in his tone, he was disappointed. The mutant simply downed his cup of coffee, reached across to spear a waffle from Clints plate, and kept right on eating.

“I’ll think about it.” Clint muttered around a mouthful of food. “Logan if you take food off my plate again I’ll stab you in the hand I swear to god.”

“It’s not really up for discussion Hawkeye.” Fury said impatiently. “You will be-”

“Try and stab me, Wing Boy. Do it.” Logan’s low voice interrupted, and Fury watched with a degree of fascinated horror as three silver blades close to a foot long each slid through the hand casually resting on the table. Clint just laughed and tossed a napkin at the other man before finally turning back to Fury.

“Look, I know I don’t actually have much say in where you send me. But if it’s all the same to you, trust me when I say keeping me from the Avengers tower will keep the peace a lot longer. I am sure you with your all seeing eye are aware of everything that’s happened. It’s better this way.”

“Noted.” Fury couldn’t take his eye off Logan, who was staring at him, amused, as the blades disappeared back into his knuckles. “Does that… hurt?” He couldn’t help asking and Clint chuckled.

“Apparently it hurts every fucking time. Or at least every time I ask him.”

“Noted.” The director repeated, and turned on his heel to go.

“So, you’re leaving then?” Logan asked after he finished another waffle from Clints plate.

“No.” Clint answered shortly. “At least not yet.” he downed a glass of orange juice and wiped his mouth, not missing how Logan’s eyes dropped right to his lips. Clint tried to ignore the shiver of interest that crawled down his spine. “ Now let’s go. Time to make the new recruits cry.”

Logan grinned, lit a cigar, and followed his roommate from the mess hall.

Hawkeye spent the morning at the shooting range with rotating teams of SHIELD operatives. Even though he preferred arrows, Hawkeye was just as good, if not better with guns, and the trainees always walked away from their sessions with him thoroughly impressed. He drove them hard, pushing them for excellence well past the point of their arms being tired, and their vision blurring from staring at targets.

In the afternoon he joined Logan in the training gyms, sparring and wrestling with the soldiers. While Logan had brute strength and endurance for days, his fighting style lacked any grace, he was more of a brawler. He oversaw quite a bit of the strength training. Clint on the other hand, had always been a cunning hand to hand fighter, helped even more by the strength and agility his wings provided now. He spent more time on technique and form. While SHIELD hadn’t actively sought out mutants for their ranks, a few had come up through the selection process anyway, and both Logan and Clint enjoyed working with them the best. Their last few hours every day were often spent specifically with those few mutants, working on drawing out their strengths in a way that could be controlled.

Together, the two men were a formidable fighting team, and the cadets enjoyed watching and learning from them. Some days they even fought each other as a contest, no wings, no claws, just man to man. It was almost always a friendly draw, both men panting in exhaustion by the time they called it quits. All in good fun though.

Today something was different. Logan was tense, short with the cadets, and Hawk had finally dismissed them early, tired of Listening to Logan tear them apart for the smallest things. Clint watched Logan carefully as the mutant circled him in the sparring room. The other soldiers and trainees had already packed up and left when Logan had stopped and asked him if he wanted to go a round.

Clint had agreed quickly, more than willing to work off a few rounds of frustration from Fury’s visit. The Avengers, and as a result, Tony, had been on his mind all day. Unstrapping his heavy weighted boxing gloves, Clint tugged them off, tossing them in a pile with the long sleeve he had started the day in. He paced around Logan, feeling plenty loose enough in his pants and t shirt. Logan copied his movement, circling him easily. Then pulled his gloves off too. And his shirt. Clint actually gulped when Logan stood before him in just his wifebeater and low slung jeans.

“Ready, Wing Boy?” Logan raised his fists.

“Oh, right, hold on.” Clint took a deep breath and rolled his shoulders, pulling his wings in slowly. It got harder to hide them, now that he wore them free almost every day. It settled like a dull ache in his back when they finally disappeared and he shifted, uncomfortable. But if Logan couldn’t use his claws, Clint couldn’t fly. It was only fair. “Bring it, Big Boy.” With his typical cocky attitude, Clint dropped into a faux-karate pose and beckoned with two fingers.

Logan smirked. Then hit him hard. “God DAMNIT Logan!” Clint yelled, from his back, as the mutant stood over him grinning. Clint stood slowly, shaking his head. He knew Logan always pulled his punches, a full hit from the man would not only snap his jaw, but possibly kill him. But that had fucking hurt.

“Let’s go.” Logan taunted, raising his fists again, and Clint snarled and rushed him. It took all of his not inconsiderable body weight to get Logan to the floor, but he wasn’t there for long, springing back up to jab at Clint. The men circled, ducking and weaving, blocking shots from each other. A punch from Clint wouldn’t even slow Logan down, so he dropped, his leg kicking out to put the big man back on the floor. There was a clunk as Logan’s hard head hit the ground and the mutant whistled.

“Really? Tripping me?”

“You almost knocked me unconscious with your first punch, dickwad.” Clint shot back, barely jumping out of the way of Logan’s right fist. “A trip is the least you deserve.”

“And what’s the most i deserve?” Logan tossed back with a laugh. Clint darted past him and slapped his head hard before twisting back around to throw punches at his midsection.

“Well I wouldn’t know, considering we’ve never made it past sparring.” Clint snapped. When Logan went for his legs, he jumped neatly over his back, twisting mid air and landing a solid kick to Logan’s lower back. Logan sent him an amused glance and Clint shrugged.

“I don’t need wings to be awesome.” He snarked.

“So, You want to?” Logan asked, turning quickly to avoid another annoying slap, and tagging Clints shoulder with a hard left.

“Do i want to what?” Clint backed off a few steps, beginning to breathe hard, rubbing his shoulder.

“Go past sparring.” Logan gave him some space, wiping the sweat off his forehead with a heavily muscled arm.

“You want to fight for real?” Clint asked, disbelieving. “We’d tear each other up, man, that doesn’t sound like a good idea.”

“Come on Alpha.” the word coming from Logan’s mouth sounded like… sin, and Clint’s fists clenched against a surge of want. “Show me your wings.”

Clint growled, spreading his legs and calling his wings. Logan’s eyes widened, dilated, watching them unfurl. There was something so primitive about them, something so wild that made him crazy. Hawkeye was already formidable, but with wings behind him he looked more avenging demon than guardian angel.

“Yeah.” Logan breathed, feeling the animal in him stir. “Yeah, Hawkeye.”

Clint stepped back to his gear, putting his gloves back on. They were weighted specifically for boxing, so it was more of a workout, but in this case it evened the playing field between the two. He still wouldn’t put more than a bruise on Logan, but at least the mutant would feel something.

“Come get me, mutant.” Clint called, stepping back onto the mats.

“You first, Alpha.” Logan purposefully used the word again, his overly sensitive nose picking up the change in Clint’s scent. He wasn’t in tune enough to know if it was anger, or arousal, but any change was good. Clints wings beat slowly, bringing him off the floor as he cracked his neck. “Ready?”

Logan laughed. “So ready.”

The fight was brutal. For almost thirty minutes, they grappled with each other. Logan still had to pull his punches, but Clint certainly didn’t, pounding into Logan’s frame every time they connected. His wings keeping him just out of Logan’s reach, and bringing him back in almost faster than the other could see. Logan ducked and rolled against the onslaught, landing several punches in succession against Clints ribs when he didn’t turn away fast enough. Clint cursed every time a hit landed, and Logan kept laughing. Clint drove Logan to the floor over and over again, the only way he could get him to actually absorb a hit that hurt. When Logan went to jump back up, Clint hooked his arms through Logan’s and lifted him off the ground, to drop him from several feet up.

“Shit Bird boy!” Logan snapped, moving quite a bit slower when he got up this time. From above him Clint just laughed.

“Come on, Logan. Get your heavy ass up and moving! I could do this all day!” Logan jumped quickly, catching the leg of the off guard Hawkeye, and yanking back him earth, planting a solid punch on Clints jaw. Clint groaned, and shook his head to clear the stars, just barely ducking in time to avoid another. “Are you trying to hurt me?!” he griped and Logan shrugged, rolling those big shoulders.

“Well, aren’t we fighting? Alpha? Maybe you should try ACTUALLY hurting me, it might make you feel better.”

Logan didn’t even see Clint coming. One minute the Alpha was standing there glaring, and the next he had slammed into Logan full force, all the strength of his body and wings smashing Logan onto the cold concrete off the edge of the mats. Logan coughed as the wind was knocked out of him at the impact, shaking his head waiting for the cobwebs to clear.

Hawkeye had pinned Logan down, one arm across the mutants throat, his body a heavy weight all the way down Logan’s tall frame.

“How about that? Did that hurt?” Clint growled, and Logan raised an eyebrow, glancing down at the space between their bodies. Clint followed his eyes, down to where Logan had his claws out, starting to dig into Hawks stomach.

“Are we still fighting?” Logan asked, his deep voice suddenly going soft. Clint took it as a challenge, his eyes shading red and wings pushing back to their full length, arched high and aggressive, body pressing harder to avoid Logan moving.

Logan’s eyes glazed over at the display, and with a soft 'schwing’ his claws slid back, disappearing into his hand, which he then dropped down to his side on the concrete.

The submission unnerved Clint, and he eased off Logan’s throat, his arm resting next to the mutants head. He stared down into the light brown eyes, wings slowly relaxing until they were simply presented out, not aggressive, but not anywhere close to settled and comforting.

“I don’t think so.” he finally answered, and a very small smile crossed Logan’s lips.

“Are you going to go back to the Tower?” he asked, eyes searching Clints face.

“I don’t…think I want to.” Clint said slowly, and that small smile grew a little more.

“Well.” a new voice disrupted their moment, and Clint’s wings snapped forward in defense, just as Logan’s claws made an appearance towards the intruder. Agent Coulson stood in the doorway. “It looks like your training together has certainly paid off.”

Clint huffed a laugh and pushed himself onto his feet, bringing his wings in close to his shoulders in deference to his boss. Logan stayed on the ground, moving to a sitting position.

“What brings you by the training ground, Coulson.” he asked lazily. “I wasn’t aware you actually did anything besides paperwork and showing up at awkward moments.”

“Just looking for you two.” Coulson’s voice was always so deceptively calm. “Logan, you made quite an impression on Director Fury today. I believe his exact words were ‘that steel claw wielding mother fucker needs to watch his step’.”

“Did you tell him they aren’t steel?” Logan accepted Clints hand up, and grabbed his shirt off the ground.

“Oh it’s not my job to tell Director Fury anything.” Coulson answered easily. “Agent Barton, if i could have a word?” “Yeah sure. Can you get my gear back to the room?” he asked Logan, who simply nodded, and left. “What’s up?” Clint folded his arms, wings rustling in annoyance.

“What the hell are you doing, Barton?” ——————— @harmonialcollisions @blueglassesfromda @deanwinchestersgirl-4-life @ironhawkisverygay

IronHawk Part 2 (Chapter 5 Part 3)

Got some Logan/Clint developing here, but nobody panic! It all works out!! —————- Natasha left her laptop open for a few minutes after the video call ended, frozen on a picture of Hawk laughing. Laughing at whoever the hell was sitting in front of him. She hated the spike of jealousy, hated that she felt guilty, talking to Clint and not letting anyone else know. But Clint had been hers before he had been anyone else’s, including Tony’s. Not that Tony deserved Clint these days. Letting fucking Banner talk him through thing, and hold him, when nobody but Clint should be anywhere near the Omega.

Speaking of Omegas, things between her and Pepper were absolutely strained right now. Pepper had demanded that Natasha step up as a surrogate Alpha for Tony, and when Natasha had refused, Pepper had blamed her for Tony running right back to Bruce.

Granted it was hard to be mad at Banner, who was just doing what any Alpha, especially an unbonded one, would do, and comforting the Omega as well as he could. And as far as Natasha knew, and she knew everything, the two hadn’t moved their relationship beyond that of friends, even though Bruce spent an inordinate amount of time touching Tony. But then again, Tony was an inordinately needy Omega. So she supposed it all balanced out.

Natasha touched the picture of Clint on her screen, smiling softly. Then she touched the almost completely faded bite mark on the right side of her neck. Some Days she missed him more than others. ******** Clint woke up from a much needed nap just long enough to eat dinner, then made a beeline back to the dorms, seeking the relative quiet and comfort of his and Logans rooms.

“Hey.” Logan greeted him from the couch where he was sprawled watching some old war movie. Cigar lit, thick, sweet smelling smoke filled the living room. Clint wanted to hate it, but he really couldn’t. Logan without a cigar just wasn’t quite Logan.

“How can you stand watching those things? Knowing what really happened? Doesn’t it bother you to see war turned into…. entertainment?” Clint asked, opening the fridge for a beer. Logan just shrugged.

“Not all the memories are bad.” He inhaled deeply, and Clint watched his lips form a circle as ‘O’s of smoke formed. I should be more self conscious about this. He thought, but didn’t stop looking.

Most of the pairs first long talks had consisted of Logan telling Clint about his overly long life. Clint hadn’t believed him at first. “You are not seriously over two hundred years old.” He had insisted, until Logan had started pulling dates and places out of the air, teasing him with knowledge only first hand eyewitness could know. Something about Barton made it easy to talk, and Logan talked about things he had never shared before. Like his brother, and how devastating it had been to watch him turn into more of an animal than a man. About the endless killing and when hed finally had enough. About finding Marie, who later was Rogue, who led him to the School for Mutants, which had changed his life. Clint had just listened, wings rustling at appropriate times, head propped up on his elbows.

They talked for hours into the night.

In fact, they spent so much time talking that they ended up moving their beds into the same room so one of them wouldn’t have to leave when the other fell asleep. Every single time they left on a mission, Agent Coulson had the beds moved back to their respective rooms, but now, as Clint walked into his room and grinned, Logan had already rectified it. They had never talked about their decision to share a room, it just happened. Both queen beds pushed to the sides of the room, lamps plugged into the closest outlet.

It worked.

“Tell me about the whole Alpha/’Omega thing.” Logan instructed, following Clint into the bedroom and stripping off his shirt.

“Like what?” Clint glanced away from Logans chest and dropped his pants, climbing under his covers, stretching an arm behind his head. “What else do you want to know?” They had already talked about how mutants didn’t have subgenders, and how the pheromones played such a huge part in the interactions. One extremely awkward morning on a mission, Logan had walked in on Clint changing, looked him over casually, and had asked if he’d been checked for penis cancer, because of the tumor at the base of his dick. Clint had cracked up, and told him it was his knot, which was still visible as a lump even when he was soft. Logan had just clapped his hands over his ears and left the room.

“Are you gay?” the question seemed to echo in the room and Clint hesitated before shaking his head.

“I don’t consider myself gay, no. It’s not like that when you’re an Alpha. It’s all… chemical. And bonding and shit. Not like, i only look for male omegas or female omegas. Secondary genders kind of make the whole Hetero/homo thing unnecessary.”

“But you have a male one. Tony, right? The one that hasn’t had a heat since you left?”

“Right.” Clint sighed. Tony had been the one subject that had been off limits, much like Logan had had a woman he had loved that he never spoke about. “Right. Tony is my omega. My bonded omega. And yeah, hes a guy. But it’s not like that. I didn’t want him because he was a guy, or even an Omega. Just because he was…Tony.”

“I get that.” Logan was sitting sideways on his bed, head against the wall so he could watch Clint. “So not gay. Just happen to have a male omega.”

“‘Sure.”

“And before you bonded? You were still…not gay? You ever do it with that girl Natasha?” Clint grinned, the memory washing over him.

“Once or twice.”

“Hm.” Logan was silent for a long time after that. Clint had just started to drift off to sleep when the mutant spoke again. “Well, I know that being bonded is basically marriage for you guys. And I’m sure I’m very different from Tony…” Clint lifted his head at this, staring at his friend.

“Yeah?” Where the he going with this?

“But I’m just saying…” Logan turned to get under his covers. “If you ever need something, i’ll play Omega to your Alpha.” He reached a long arm to turn off the light, dropping the room into darkness.

Clint bit his lip bloody trying to hold back a moan, nearly tearing the sheets in an effort to keep himself silent. Logans mouth, fingers, body. Logan beneath me. Logan begging for me.

“The only thing is…” in the dark, Logan’s voice sounded impossibly deeper. “Probably not face to face. The claws tend to make an appearance, and it can get messy. You’d have to take me from behind. Against a wall maybe.”

Clint did groan then, his whole body responding to the mutants words, his long neglected cock filling with interest.

On the other side of the room Logan gave a breathier, answering moan and Clint swore silently. —————– @harmonialcollisions @ironhawkisverygay @blueglassesfromda @deanwinchestersgirl-4-life

IronHawk Part 2 (Chapter 5 Part 2)

The down time never came, at least not then. The moment wheels touched down in the states, Agent Coulson was waiting for them.

“Welcome home, boys.” Logan grunted a hello, swinging his huge bag up and over his shoulder easily. Clint slipped his strap over his chest, between his wings, and followed his friend down.

“Agent Coulson.” he reached to shake the mans hand.

“Your rooms are ready.” Coulson nodded to the dorms, where the men shared a two room suite. “Agent Barton, Agent Romanov has been waiting to talk with you, so she is queued up inside.”

“Hey thanks!” Clint picked up the pace, jogging to the dorms, and tossing his stuff on the bed. He hadn’t talked to Natasha in weeks. “Tasha!” he exclaimed, pulling her up on the computer screen.

“Hawkeye.” her greeting was much more reserved, but her eyes were light. “Glad you made it back safely. Seems like this last mission was intense.”

“Yeah it’s good to be home. Don’t care for the desert much.” He stretched his wings and shook them lightly, eyeing the dust that fell out. “The tower is your home.” she said just a tad sharply, and looked away for a minute to compose herself when Clint raised an eyebrow.

“How are things there?” He asked, not really wanting to ask, but still needing to know. Even though he and Tony hadn’t talked at all in the months he’d been gone, his bonding mark kept him fairly in tune with his mate. Anytime Tony was upset or anxious, Clint got an answering twinge. Any sharp burst of happiness, and Clint got it as well. Really any strong emotion could be felt through the bond. He almost felt bad, knowing the last months had mostly been adrenaline on his part, constantly reminding Tony that Clint was definitely to busy to be pining over the Omega.

“Pretty much the same. Have you ever heard of Matt Murdock?” when Clint shook his head Natasha continued. “Some hot shot lawyer. Also happens to run Hells Kitchen under the name of Daredevil. Blind as a bat. Tony’s been inviting him around. Also some little web slinger kid. Calls himself spider man.”

“Man they are just coming out of the shadows every day arent they?” Clint laughed and Natasha rolled her eyes.

“At least the Tower is mostly full these days. Thor has been gone for a while now, and Captain is chasing down his old buddy. The winter soldier has been popping up on radar but not doing any killing so Steve is trying to track him down.

“So has the rest of the team been pretty busy? I don’t understand how Coulson juggles both SHIELD deployments and keeping track of the Avengers.” Clint moved positions, sitting up against his headboard to get more comfortable.

“Well we certainly aren’t as busy as you have been, apparently.” Natasha raised an eyebrow. “We managed some footage of you saving some kids in the desert. Looked like the footage was live.”

“Uh yeah, Just got home actually. Back I mean, we just got back.” Clint corrected hastily when Nats eyes turned frosty.

“Who was the guy with you? With knives in his hands? He was just… murdering people. Is he working with you all the time?” she demanded, and Clint shrugged a little uncomfortably. It wasn’t really any of the teams business who he was working with these days. And he was pretty sure Logan wouldn’t get along with any of them, so why even bother with an introduction.

“Guy I run missions with. Hes legit. Canadian though, so you know.” he laughed but she didn’t even blink.

“He seems unstable. We watched him use two men as cushions when he jumped from a second story wall.”

“Well, not all of us are as clean cut as the Captain, Tasha.” Clint replied, a little irritated.

“Barton.” Logans deep voice interrupted from the doorway and Clint watched Natashas eyes open wide in surprise and suspicion.

“Is that him?” she snapped. “Let me see him, is that the guy with the knives?”

“Who wants to know?” Logan shot back, purposely staying well out of visual range of the computers camera. Clint rolled his eyes.

“Down you two. What’s up, Logan.” the big man just tossed a shirt at him.

“To replace the one i ruined.” Clint cocked an eyebrow.

“What one you ruined? Just fucking wash it, man.”

“Oh it will be well beyond washable when i’m done with it.” The mutant sent him a suggestive leer and Clint laughed out loud, throwing a shoe at him.

“Get the fuck out of here.” Logan ignored him, choosing instead to collapse across the bottom of the bed, letting his full weight settle, and nearly bouncing Clint off the bed in the process. “Logan!” Clint laughed again, kicking at the unmoveable weight. “You weigh like six hundred pounds!”

“Hawkeye!” Natasha snapped, irritated with being ignored, and Clint righted the computer on his lap.

“Sorry Tash. We just got hom-er, back. We just got back like I said. Just blowing off some steam. So keep talking, how are things?”

“Everyones worried about you.” the pretty woman frowned. “Tony is so stressed out he barely even leaves the lab. We have to almost hold him down to eat. And he hasn’t even had a heat since before you left.” Clint winced and touched his bonding mark.

“Yeah i know.” he would have absolutely felt when Tony went into heat, because the resulting hormones would have forced his body into a rut. Even though he felt badly that Tony was so stressed, he was more than glad to not have had a rut while taking these missions. “But i’m sure Bruce is helping lots.” He couldn’t keep the bitter out of his voice, and at the end of the bed, Logan sat up a little.

“He is.” Natasha didn’t lie. “Tony needs an Alpha around to keep him sane, and since i refuse and he has no rapport really with Steve, Banner is his other option.”

“You refuse?” Clint asked cautiously. He hadn’t heard this yet. “He hurt you, Clint.” she stated calmly. “Badly. And the only thing keeping me from ripping him apart is that Pepper is so determined to mother him.” Clint swallowed, glancing down at Logan, who was watching him steadily. The mutant sent him a questioning look, then casually wrapped a strong hand around Clints ankle. And damn if Clint wasn’t relieved to have the physical contact when his emotions spiked a little high.

“Well, I Appreciate you having my back in all that, even though I hope it isn’t causing problems. Look, Tash I got to go. Just, tell everyone hey for me. I don’t know when i’ll be back that way but i’ll let you know, okay?” Clint felt bad for not wanting to talk longer… but it kind of hurt.

“I miss you, Clint.” she said quietly, the first and only emotional thing shed said the entire conversation.

“I miss you too Tasha.” he touched her image on the screen and smiled, before shutting his laptop down.

“She sounds hot.” Logan squeezed Clints leg before letting go and sitting up all the way to light a cigar.

“I thought the other guys said you didn’t talk much.” Clint retorted, annoyed. “And put that out. Or at least smoke in your own room.”

Logan just shrugged. “The other guys didn’t have hot girls call and video chat. And you knew about my smoking when we starting rooming together.” Clint rolled his eyes and kicked at the mutant again.

“Get off my bed.” ——– @ironhawkisverygay @harmonialcollisions @deanwinchestersgirl-4-life @blueglassesfromda

IronHawk Part 2 (Chapter 5 Part 1)

I’m sorry guys. All the heartbreak will get better ————— An Undisclosed Location in the Middle East ************

“Hey. Did we save them all?” Clint was furiously washing blood off his arms and hands in the small washroom. Another man entered, taller than him by nearly five inches, and just as broad.

“We lost two.” his deep voice sounded nonchalant, but Clint had been working with him long enough to know how badly the man hurting, not being able to save everyone.

“Sorry man. We tried.”

“Hell yeah we did. It’s just…” the man joined him at the sink, ripping off a long sleeve, and the blood stained wife beater underneath to show huge shoulders and arms. “They’re just kids, Barton. Doesn’t fucking matter how many assholes I tear apart if the kids are still dying.”

“I know man.” Clint dried his hands on his jeans, watching the other wash carefully, running scarred hands over worse looking knuckles. “Does it hurt, when they come out?” he asked, making a fist with his own hand. The man chuckled, sounding like he never laughed at all. “Every fucking time.” Clint frowned, and tossed him another shirt.

“Well cover up those mighty pecs of yours. We don’t want to terrify these little old ladies in the village.”

“Speak for yourself, Wing Boy. I could use a swooning lassie or two.” His voice dropped into an exaggerated Scottish accent before He pushed past Clint, running thick fingers through thick hair. “Seriously. You were pretty impressive out there today. No way we would have saved all those kids. Not without you.”

Clint smiled. “Thanks Logan.”

************* Chapter Five *************

“Good job today, men.” Agent Coulson’s voice came over the speaker of Logan’s shitty phone. “That could have gone a lot worse.”

“Yeah well, just get me out of this fucking desert and we will be fine.” Logan grumbled, pulling a hat low against the hot wind. “I’m Canadian. Not made for this shit.”

“I’m Canadian.” Clint mimicked after they had said their goodbyes and boarded the plane heading back to the states. Logan grinned at him from around one of his obscenely large cigars.

“Don’t knock it till ya try it bub. Ever been up where it’s cold? Cabin in the hills? No people for miles?”

“I got some land, yeah.” Clint leaned back against the wall of the plane, trying to get comfortable. Flying in a cargo plane wasn’t the easiest way to travel, but it was the best way to get around at a moments notice. Considering most of their missions were a ‘wheels up in an hour’ type of situation, cargo planes worked out the best.

“Upstate?” Logan asked, interested. Clint shook his head.

“A piece in a national park. Homesteaded.” Logan nodded and they lapsed into silence as the plane roared through a take off and altitude climb. Clint closed his eyes, feeling the effort of the last several days catching up to him.

Coulson hadn’t even given them the usual hours notice this time. Just walked into their shared dorm and snapped that they were needed. He and Logan had grabbed their gear, and in very little time considering the distance, had been dropped off outside of nowhere, in no particular Middle Eastern Country. Clint still wasn’t sure where they were, if he had to be honest. They had just been tasked with saving the children, and getting rid of the bad guys.

So they had. Clint had saved the children. Logan had all but obliterated the bad guys.

A smile flitted across his face when Logan crossed his mind. The man was an animal, but Clint refused to call him by his mutant name, Wolverine. It was just… hard to call him such a brutal name after months of sharing barracks and missions. Months of heart to heart talks after long days. After watching the way he had held one of the little girls who didn’t make it, with such grief on his face it had made Clints chest ache. The children loved Logan for some reason, even though adults were drawn more to Clints friendly face and approachable manner. Despite the cigars, outrageous sideburns and growly voice, kids saw something in Logan that adults couldn’t get to.

Clint got it. He knew Logan very well. He was..funny, in a sarcastic understated way. His deep voice rarely changed pitch, and People rarely saw him smile, but he smiled at Clint all the time. Logan certainly couldn’t be called friendly, but the first time they had met he had been so impressed by Hawkeye’s wings he had forgone his usual asshole swagger and posturing and promptly asked for a ride. Clint had just shrugged, only to be knocked flat when the adamantium laden mutant had jumped on his back. Struggling to breathe, Clint had managed to rasp that he had been kidding, and that Logan needed to get his overly heavy ass off. That was the first time Logan had laughed in front of him. A friendship had grown quickly from, and now they were practically inseparable.

“So when did you mutate?” Logan asked as they climbed into their beds. Clint groaned, the days heavy training leaving no energy for conversation.

“Uhhh this isn’t a mutation.” he shook his wings for emphasis.

“Bull shit. Unless they’ve been grafted on in a government lab?” Logan propped himself up on his elbow.

“Would you believe a Viking God gifted me wings in exchange for saving his son?” Clint replied.

“Youre shitting me.” Logan was genuinely floored and Clint burst out laughing. Logan joined him after a minute. “So what like, Valhalla gave you wings?”

“Valhallas heaven you dumbass.” In between fits of laughter Clint managed to get the story out, and when he was done Logan had raised an eyebrow.

“Impressive, Wing Boy.” Clint thought maybe he imagined Logan’s soft smile, imagined the mutant spending a long moment staring at him, maybe imagined him licking his lips. But he wasn’t about to ask. Instead he rolled over, falling asleep smiling for the first time in weeks.

“So i got a place upstate.” Logan interrupted his train of thought nearly an hour later.

“Yeah?”

“Farther north than the school.” Clint nodded. He had been to the school only once, which had opened his eyes to a whole other type of person beyond the Alpha/beta/omega genes. Mutants were a whole other thing. The professor, a wheelchair bound man who had the unnerving ability to read minds, had simply smiled at the sheer astonishment Clint was showing. He had always heard of super humans, but Professor Xavier had explained to him that mutants werent super humans any more than Alphas and omegas were. They simply had changed before the rest of the human race. In fact, he believed that the omega gene itself was a mutation, evolved to ensure the continuation of the human race from a time when we were in danger of dying out. Clint had listened to everything the man said. Partly from respect, partly from plain curiosity. “So i was thinking if we get some down time after this, maybe we go.” Logan was still talking, and Clint shrugged, pulling himself from his drifting thoughts. It was hard to stay focused after such a hard day.

“Can’t see why not. I am all about wide open spaces and places to stretch my wings.”

Logan grinned at the image. “It’s nothing big. Couple room cabin. Small town. Few mutants live there but it’s mostly loggers. So maybe no wings for you while we grocery shop, but other than that it’s fine. Feel free to fly to your hearts content.” he cracked a small smile at the idea of Clint even thinking about hiding his wings. These days the Archer wore them out 24/7, and if Logan was admitting things… he definitely liked to see them.

“Sounds good.” Clint said casually.

“Yeah?” Logan looked up then, fighting to hide his smile.

“Sure. It sounds like a native american story.” Clint stretched out as best he could, closing his eyes to try and nap. “Wolverine and Hawk go up to the mountains to pray to the gods. Which one comes down, and what have they learned about themselves?”

Logan laughed, then quieted as his dark eyes traced Hawkeyes strong frame. “Yeah.” ——- @harmonialcollisions @ironhawkisverygay @deanwinchestersgirl-4-life @blueglassesfromda

IronHawk Part 2 (Chapter 4 Part 1)

Quick recap- Tony pushing Clint away after discovering he can’t have children. Devastated, after watching Tony cling to Bruce and Pepper instead of trusting HIM, Clint leaves the team and sets out as an Agent of SHIELD again, leaving Tony behind. —————– Chapter Four- Six Months Later *************** “Play it again for me JARVIS.” Tony sat back in his chair, sipping from a bottle of wine, various pieces of his latest attempt at a project scattered around him.

“Sir, I don’t think this is very conducive to your mental health.”

“Play it anyway.”

The video feed appeared in front of him, the scene from the common area six months prior.

“I don’t need to be a genius to understand how heartbroken you are, Tony.”

Tony cursed and took another drink. Six fucking months without a word from Clint. Tony had called Coulson the very next morning, begging him to put him through to Clint. The Agent had calmly explained that while working for SHIELD, Clint wouldn’t be available for idle chatter, as they planned to keep him very busy. Then, in a snarky tone, the agent had suggested that Tony talk to Bruce if he was bored.

Six months.

Natasha barely even spoke to him anymore, going out of her way to avoid him. She was furious with him for turning to Banner instead of Clint, and didn’t even try to hide it. Pepper, bless her sweet heart was a constant, comforting presence in his life. Even Banner, especially Banner, was always there when he needed him. Together they almost filled the hole. Almost.

“All I ever wanted was you-”

“Tony!” Banners voice cut into the audio, and Tony waved it away quickly, straightening up in his chair.

“What’s up Brucie bear?” He wiped his mouth and put the bottle on the corner of his desk like it wasn’t completely obvious he’d been drinking straight from it.

“Have you seen this?” Bruce was carrying a tablet, and with a flick of his fingers, threw the newsfeed up on the big screen.

Explosions and mayhem filled the screen. The sound of kids screaming lost behind the booms of grenades and rockets. “What the hell is going on?” Tony leaned forward in disbelief.

“This was yesterday, at some undisclosed location in the Middle East.”

“Bullshit, no location is ever undisclosed.”

“It’s SHIELD.” Bruce said grimly. “Look.” Darting around through the smoke was the clearly recognizable figure of Hawkeye. He was firing arrows as fast as he could at whatever targets were on the ground, then diving and disappearing into the smoke. Tony held his breath, until Clint reappeared with two kids clinging to him, arms wrapped tight around his neck.

“What is this?”

“I don’t know. I’ve got the Captain searching for answers. Can’t figure out why we weren’t called in on something like this.”

“Captain!” Tony grabbed the tablet and took off up the stairs, Bruce on his heels.

In the common area, Steve, Natasha and Thor were staring at the big screen, where the same horrifying footage was playing.

“What do we know?” Tony demanded, skidding to a stop.

“Absolutely nothing.” Steve replied in frustration. “ I can’t get any intel on where this is happening, much less why Hawkeye is there,’or why we aren’t.”

“Sir, Director Fury is online.” JARVIS interrupted.

“Thanks buddy. Fury! What the hell?” Tony called, and the directors voice came over the ceiling speakers.

“What Tony? I have better things to do than call you back all the time.”

“Why is Hawkeye somewhere in the Middle East and why weren’t the Avengers deployed?”

“You will have to take that up with Agent Coulson. I know nothing of that matter.”

“Right.” Bruce snorted. “Because you don’t know everything that’s happening at all times on this planet.”

“Oh I didn’t realize I was on Speaker with the entire comedy troupe. Dr Banner don’t you have something to smash?”

Bruce growled, actually growled, and the team looked around nervously. In the months following Hawks abrupt departure, Banner had become a lot easier to anger, and had actually had to stay at the tower the last mission because they couldn’t risk him going wild.

“What SHIELD does is none of your business, whether your ex boyfriend is there or not, Stark. Now stop bothering me, I have a country to save.” There was a click as the director hung up and they all turned back to the tv, avoiding Tony’s eyes.

He stepped back, hand over his bonding mark, watching his mate dive through the smoke, rescuing children.

“Wait. Wait. What's…. that….?” Eyes drawn back to the screen, Tony watched as a figure on the ground darted around, seemingly slicing it’s way through anything in it’s path. Smoke was clearing steadily now, and they could see small groups of children, Hawkeye darting in to grab a few and carry them off.

“There it is again!” The man sized figure seemed to walk right out of a second story wall, carrying one full sized man in each arm before-

“By the Norns.” Thor put his hand over his mouth when the mysterious figure smashed into the ground, using the two men as a cushion. When it leapt up, seemingly unscathed, and walked away, Tony spoke up.

“JARVIS! Save that shot, bring it up on a different screen.” The video segment appeared on the television set, minimizing the main action for a moment. “Thanks buddy, slow it down for me? Annnd zoom in.”

Tony leaned forward over the couch, not believing what he was seeing.

The figure, now blown up enough to be a man, sliced through the second story wall with a set of blades, and took the two men down with him. After slamming them into the ground, he calmly pulled off.

“Oh my-Tony is that guy holding SIX BLADES?” Steve pointed at the mans hands.

“Captain, I think the knives are coming out of his hands.” Tony zoomed in further, than further again. “He’s not actually holding anything.”

Natasha turned to him finally, green eyes wide. “Who the hell does SHIELD have Clint hanging around?” ——————- @harmonialcollisions @ironhawkisverygay @blueglassesfromda @deanwinchestersgirl-4-life

IronHawk Part 2 (Chapter 3 Part 2)

Guys. Just angst. And BAMF Clint because we love him. But triggers for panic attacks and infertility. ———-

By the time the half dozen pizzas Tony had ordered for dinner had arrived, Steve and Sam were back, jostling each other for slices and slapping Tony on the back. Thor was later than usual, barely walking through the door in time to get some pizza at all. With his usual boisterous laugh he demanded that Tony order in more.

So he did.

So relieved to be back among his Team, Tony didn’t even blink when Steve opened up the bar, having recently discovered his love for whiskey. That meant Tony’s private stash of expensive whiskey, of course, but he could care less tonite. Sam cranked up the music until they had to yell to be heard over it, but Tony didn’t care. Natasha was absent, but Pepper was happily mingling and laughing so he ignored the missing Alpha. In fact, Surrounded by all the noise and with Banners comforting presence close by, Tony could almost ignore how bad his heart hurt, and how his Omega was screaming for Clint.

The party grew so loud that Tony didn’t even hear the alarm on his watch, as Hawkeye landed in his balcony. And didn’t hear his phone ring as Agent Coulson called him again and again.

It was actually JARVIS who managed to cut through the noise, effectively shutting off the music, and startling everyone to silence.

“Sir, Agent Coulson has been calling repeatedly for nearly an hour.” The AI informed him. “I answered and he asked me to let you know he was on his way to the Tower. But since he has just arrived, I am realizing this message is moot.”

“Thank you, oh bodiless one!” Thor boomed, and he and Steve dissolved into helpless drunken laughter. Captain America had the highest pitch giggle when he was drunk, and hearing it set the rest of the group off, just as Agent Coulson walked in.

“Tony.” He said in that always calm tone of his. Tony raised his glass in a salute before pounding the whiskey.

“Agent Coulson!”

“Phil.” Pepper smiled warmly, and gave the agent a hug. “Always good to see you, you really don’t come around often enough.”

“I really don’t.” That half smile never left his face, but Coulsons eyes darted quickly around the room. “Where’s Agent Romanov?”

“Here.” The assassin had snuck through the room and materialized next to the man, and he actually jumped.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get used to that.”

“I don’t think you will either, sir.”

“And Agent Barton?” Tony stiffened, fighting the urge to run away when Clint appeared from his room. “Ah. I thought you would beat me here. Did you have a good flight?”

“Just packing.” Clint hefted a duffle bag in one arm, a backpack slung over his shoulders. His wings were completely absent, and Tony frowned at that.

“What’s going on?” Natasha glanced between the two men, casually moving so she stood closer to Clint than Coulson or Tony.

“Actually, I have need of one of your team for a delicate situation towards Canada. So as of right now, Agent Barton is on semi-permanent loan to SHIELD, and taking a hiatus from actively participating in the Avengers.”

“What!?” This caught the groups attention, and they gathered around. “What? Hawks leaving?” “Can SHIELD just take one of us like that?”

“Hawkeye is needed by the Avengers.” Tony interrupted the chatter. “He is vital to the team. Every person here is. I’m sorry Agent Coulson but you can’t have him.”

“I volunteered.” The words threw the room into silence.

“You volunteered?” Tony couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “Sorry Birdboy, but if your ‘volunteering’ cuts into your full time job, something’s gotta go.”

Clint just shrugged, pulling his black fingerless gloves from a pocket and tugging them on.

“No don’t just shrug.” Tony was getting angry. “You can’t just leave! You have a responsibility to the team! A responsibility to-” he clapped his mouth shut, but everyone in the room knew what he’d been about to say. A responsibility to me. Your omega. Your mate.

“Tony.” Clint finished strapping his gloves on and folded his arms. “It’s easier this way.”

“What is!?” Tony screeched. Bruce touched his arm to try and calm him. “No, don’t try to calm me down. What the hell is easier this way!?”

“It’s easier to not be around you at all!” Clint bellowed, and Tony’s mouth fell open. Pepper stepped closer to him, saying something softly. “It’s easier to not be around you at all.” Clint repeated, quieter but no less hurt. “Than it is to share the same space and know you don’t want me.”

“But I—” Tony didn’t know what to say, didn’t know what to think, having pushed his Alpha this far. “It’s not like that, Clint.”

“Then tell me what it’s like.” He said quietly. Around them, most of the team had retreated to the kitchen to watch and listen, while Coulson stood as the middle ground between the mated pair.

Tony tugged at his hair, his breathing speeding up as he started to panic, and both Bruce and Pepper moved into his space to comfort him.

“That’s what I thought.” Clint said, after waiting a few minutes with nothing from Tony. “Ready?” This was to Agent Coulson, who had been watching with an interested look on his face.

“I can’t have kids.” Tony blurted, and Hawkeye froze halfway out the door. “The doctor- last appointment- the suppressants ruined me.” Clint turned slowly, putting his bag back on the floor. Behind him, Natasha covered her mouth with her hand, holding back a cry of anguish for her friend.

“It wasn’t even the arc reactor or the shrapnel or the palladium poisoning.” Tony was staring, eyes wide as he finally told his mate. “It’s me. I wanted so badly to not be an omega that now I'm… not. Internal organs are damaged too badly. I’ll-I’ll never be able to give you kids.”

“That was at your last appointment?” Hawkeye asked softly.

“Yeah like… however many weeks ago.” Tony tugged at his hair again. “I’m just… Bruce and I have been working on some sort of hormone cover for omegas that’s an alternative to suppressants, so they don’t have to choose between being a slave to emotions and biology or…” he motioned helplessly between the two of them. “Or having a mate and a family.”

“Why didn’t you just tell me?” Clint still hadn’t moved any closer, still stood close to the door.

“I freaked out.” Tony admitted. “I was- was just getting used to the idea of even being an omega, of even enjoying this part of myself, and then I am told that the physical part of me that actually MAKES me an omega is… defective. Useless.”

“And you thought I’d be upset?”

“I just had to…work through it for myself first. I just needed some time…”

“Why didn’t you come to me then?” Clint tilted his head, doing some math. “You had your appointment the very first day I was gone on my week long mission. Then it was three days later that I had to physically break into your lab. You had your time.”

“Yeah I just…” Tony held up his hands helplessly, but Clint didn’t budge.

“He was freaking out.” Banner interrupted, and all eyes swiveled to him. “I mean, he barely made it through a sentence when he told me, I can’t imagine how much worse it would have been trying to tell you fir-”

“He told you, first?” Clint asked, his voice low and deadly. “Tony, you told Bruce… first?”

“I needed his help.” Tony said, pleading with his Alpha to understand. “He understands, you know. All the science and technical stuff behind this! I mean, he’s a genius! He understands and I needed him there with me.”

Natasha did gasp then, biting her lip from saying anything else, turning her head to hide her expression. She could almost feel Clints heart break, and her eyes tinted red in anger.

Pepper backed away when Clint started moving towards them, tripping over her heels, sending a grateful smile to Wilson when he reached out and caught her, dragging her back to the kitchen where they all stood. Only Bruce stood next to Tony now, and nobody was sure if Bruce even realized he was rubbing Tony’s back, working to keep the omega calm.

“Thank you, Banner.” Clint said quietly as he walked slowly towards the pair. Bruce separated himself from Tony, stepping forward to meet the alpha.

“Clint, I was just-”

“Thank you for being there for my omega when I couldn’t be.” Clint continued as if Banner hadn’t spoken. “Thank you for being smart enough” the words lashed through the air and everyone flinched “to understand how badly my mate was grieving. Thank you for understanding all the science behind being heartbroken because we will never have a child. Thank you for being there,” he stopped right in front of the smaller man. “thank you for being there for Tony, when I, as his alpha, was not intelligent enough to be needed.”

“Clint-” Bruce shook his head. “That’s not what Tony was say-”

CRACK The sound of Hawkeyes fist breaking Bruce’s jaw was so loud in the silence that even Coulson jumped. Bruce went down hard, and and instant later was snarling and growling as the Hulk burst out, ready to kill smash destroy whoever had hurt Bruce and whoever was making Tony so upset.

“Stay down.” Clint snapped, fists still clenched. Hulk surged to his feet with a roar, and every member of the team tensed, moving forward, ready to… well save them from each other at least.

“I said STAY DOWN.” What could only be a clap of thunder precluded Hawkeye’s wings bursting from his shoulders, unfurling, and snapping angrily. The force of it lifted Clint right off his feet and he hovered nearly four feet off the ground. His eyes were glowing red, and his chest was heaving, a growl coming from deep in his throat. The team backed way off, and the Hulk dropped back onto his haunches, eyes averted from the most powerful Alpha in the room.

“Goddamnit.” Tony breathed, dropping to his knees, neck bared in submission. “Alpha.”

“I don’t need to be a genius.” Hawkeye nearly spit the word as he landed again. “To understand how heartbroken you are, Tony. I don’t need science to tell me when my mate needs to be held. How many times have I told you that you being an omega doesn’t matter to me? I. Don’t. Care. I never even wanted kids Tony. Why would I, when it would mean giving up this awesome life we have?” The omega whimpered at those words. “All I ever wanted was you, Tony. Didn’t care what your primary gender, secondary gender, IQ level or financial situation was. And I sure as hell never needed time away from you to work anything out. That’s been all you, every single time. Never me.” He returned to Coulsons side, tossing his duffle bag over his shoulder. “Well, at least before this it wasn’t.” He met Natasha’s eyes, her red had faded to green at his display, and she ducked her head both in deference and in sympathy. “Banner.”

The Hulk didn’t move from his position, his ear just twitching to acknowledge Clints words.

“Since you are so good at being there for my omega, why don’t you just keep him.” ————— @harmonialcollisions @ironhawkisverygay @deanwinchestersgirl-4-life @blueglassesfromda

IronHawk Part 2 (Chapter 3 Part 1)

Tony had wanted space. So that’s what Clint gave him. After a week of Clint not even approaching the lab, Tony finally started coming upstairs again to eat. The rest of the team knew something was up, but the one time Wilson had tried to comment on it, Natasha had sent him such a fierce glare that he had picked up his plate and fled.

Clint always ate at the couch, with Natasha close by, and Tony and Bruce always ate at the kitchen table with Steve and Pepper and the rest of the team. Tony had started having panic attacks any time he thought about the situation, anytime anything got him too worked up, so Bruce was never far off to keep him level. If Clint noticed Bruce so close all the time, he never said a word.

After a time of just that, just the bare minimum of interaction, Tony began participating in the movie nights with the team again. He even started allowing people back into the lab. Things slowly moved back to a semblance of normal.

Tony even started attending the nights out, when the whole team went to a concert, or a movie or to dinner.

Clint never went though. True to his word, He gave Tony as much space as he could without outright avoiding him. But that didn’t mean he needed to be in enclosed spaces with his omega. Not when they were like this. No, Clint had gotten to the point where he needed as much space as Tony.

Until Tony went into heat again.

He locked himself in his penthouse, and sealed the elevator up to it, with strict instructions to JARVIS that no one Be allowed in. Clint flew to Tony’s balcony, and sat outside his room, banging his head against the locked glass door and pleading with his Omega to let him in. Tony sobbed from the other side, and told Jarvis to black out the windows.

******* Tony’s unassisted heat lasted almost six days.

When he finally emerged from his rooms, weak from hunger and exhaustion, only Pepper and Natasha were downstairs.

“Where’s everyone else?” He asked, wearily.

“It’s Saturday.” Natasha stated from across the room. Most of the team had relatives they visited on the weekend, or left the city for a night away. Not that Saturday’s were the Avengers official day off, but it tended to be.

“So everyone’s gone?”

“Actually, Steve took Wilson for a run, Thor should be on his way back from New Mexico soon. Wanda is the only one who’s actually gone.” Pepper stood up quickly and ran to him, wrapping him in a hug. “Oh Tony.” She whispered, running hands up and down his back. “Can I make you something to eat? Do I need to deal with the linens upstairs? What can I do?” Tony just leaned against her, exhausted and so desperate for physical contact he could cry. “Nat.” Pepper called quietly, motioning to her mate. An Alpha would always be able to comfort an Omega easier.

Natasha stayed where she was though, curled up in an easy chair, reading her e-reader. Pepper tensed and Tony pulled away.

“Are you guys ok?” He asked quietly and Pepper smiled at him.

“It’s just girl stuff, Tony. Even Alphas get their cycles.” She giggled when Tony rolled his eyes, dropping his head back into her neck. “So, food?”

“Please.” Tony dragged himself on to a stool. “Is Bruce here? JARVIS? Call Banner please.”

“Yes sir. And may I say it’s good to see you up and about sir.”

“Yeah thanks.” Tony waved the AI off, reaching for a Gatorade. “Is Bruce even in the- Natasha did you just growl?”

“I would just think you should be asking about where Clint is.” Came the short reply.

“So- so you growled at me??” Tony asked in disbelief.

“Nat!” Pepper snapped at her mate, and turned back to fixing some lunch. “I think Bruce is in the lab.”

“He is actually on his way up, Mrs. Romanov.” JARVIS corrected, and Pepper blushed.

“Mrs Romanov?” Tony raised an eyebrow.

“It’s not official or anything.” She said with a laugh. “It’s just.. funny. JARVIS thinks it’s more proper instead of Ms. Potts.”

“Cute.” Tony smiled, ignoring the ache in his chest.

“Tony!” Bruce jogged into the room, and Natasha let out another low growl. Bruce sent her an alarmed look, but continued over to where Tony sat. “How are you feeling?” He checked Tony’s temperature with a hand to the forehead and studied his eyes for a moment to make sure they weren’t still dilated.

“Want to check my reflexes too, Doc?” Tony snarked, and Bruce smiled sheepishly.

“Sorry, Tony, it’s just-”

“I’m aware of what it is.” Tony rolled his eyes, and reached for the sandwich Pepper put in front of him eagerly. “Thanks Pep. Bruce, tell me what’s going on downstairs.”

Bruce launched into a whole spiel of techno-babble that had Pepper walking away after only a few minutes, rolling her eyes. She rejoined her mate in the living area.

“Natasha. What’s wrong?” Natasha flicked green eyes at her, but didn’t comment. “Please? You’ve been tense all week. Is it Tony’s heat? I know it’s been a rough few days but-”

“Not now, Pepper.” Natasha flicked the case of her e-reader closed and stood abruptly, leaving her omega sitting alone. —————– @harmonialcollisions @ironhawkisverygay @deanwinchestersgirl-4-life @blueglassesfromda

IronHawk Part 2 (Chapter 2 Part 1)

More heartbreak. I’m sorry guys. I’m updating as quickly as I am editing because oh man this one was hard to write —————— Chapter Two ********

“Where’s my mate?” Clint landed on the balcony of the common area, skipping his room all together and strode through the glass doors.

“Welcome home, Hawkeye.” Steve grinned, happy to see the archer home safe after a long week.

“Captain.” Clint nodded begrudgingly. Nothing against the captain of course, he just had more important things on his mind. “Where’s my mate?”

“Uh, Tony’s in the lab with Bruce, again. They have been working on something all week.”

“Thanks.” Clint finally grinned at the soldier. “No offense captain. You understand right?” Steve just rolled his eyes and waved Clint off.

He nearly bounced down the stairs to the lab, so excited to see his mate he could hardly contain himself. A week was a long time to be gone when their bond was so new, and Clint couldn’t wait to get Tony into bed, to re-mark and re-claim his Omega.

The lab was locked.

“JARVIS let me in.” He called.

“Apologies, Mr. Barton, but Mr Stark has ordered the lab sealed to anyone except Dr Banner and himself.”

“Are you serious?”

“I never joke, sir.”

“Of course you don’t.” Clint frowned. “Tell Tony I am home, would you?”

“Of course, sir.”

Clint tried to push the uneasy feeling away as he jogged back up the stairs and to his room for a shower. Even though they were bonded, Tony and he had agreed to keep separate quarters since they were both still intensely private people. Eventually he knew they would just share Tony’s suite, but for now, this worked.

Turning the water to nearly scalding, Clint sighed and tried to calm himself down.

Nothing was wrong. His Omega was just.. busy. Nothing was wrong.

******** Three days later*********

“God damnit Tony let me in!” Clint banged on the door of the lab, beyond frustrated, and beyond hurt. He had been home days already and Tony had yet to even answer his texts, much less appear from the lab.

“Mr. Barton, Mr Stark has asked me to remind you that everyone in the Tower is supposed to respect his wishes when it comes to-”

“JARVIS shut the hell up and open this door.”

“Mr Barton I really must refuse, apologies of course but-”

Clint rolled his eyes, then rolled his shoulders and placed a well aimed kick to the door jam. The door shuddered, and bent in a few centimeters.

“Mr Barton, I really must insist-”

SNAP

Another hard kick and the door splintered even farther.

“Tony!” He called. “If I have to break down your door I will! It’s been three days!”

“Jesus!” Tony yanked the door open just as Clint was getting geared up for another hit. “Stop breaking my things! Why are you breaking my things!?”

He turned around and stormed back inside and Clint followed with an amused smirk in his face.

“What’s up Banner?” He called a greeting to Bruce, who was trying to make himself invisible beside his desk.

“Cl-Clint. Hey.” He stammered, but Clint was already ignoring him.

“Omega.” The word rolled off Clint’s tongue, heavy with longing, as he spread his legs and flared his wings. “Come here.”

Tony was behind a work table, studying charts or something.

“I can’t, Hawk, I’m busy.”

Clint raised an eyebrow, fighting back a growl. It had been almost two weeks since he’d held his Omega and his patience was running thin.

“You’ve been locked up here for days. You haven’t even welcomed me home properly.” He held out a hand coaxingly, and Tony tensed, his hands tightening on the table.

“I-I can’t Clint. I have things to do.”

“Tony!” Clints tone hardened. He understood Tony wasn’t a traditional Omega who would be waiting in bed when his Alpha got home but enough was enough. “I haven’t seen you in nearly two weeks. I’m not asking you to give up your project, just spend a few minutes with me.”

“I’m not going to stop my work because you’ve got a hard on.” Tony bit out and Clints jaw dropped.

“Leave Banner.” He snapped, even as Tony started shaking his head frantically. “Tony and I need to talk.”

“No Bruce can stay. It’s my lab. I want him to stay.” Bruce wavered, torn between obeying the frustrated Alpha and staying and protecting the distraught Omega. Waves of panic and fear were pouring off Tony and it was making both Clint and Bruce crazy.

“Tony what is going on? Talk me to me! Omega, my omega, talk to me.” Trying hard to project calm and comfort, Clint moved towards Tony. “I’m right here, love, talk to me.”

“Don’t. Don’t come any closer.” Tony’s fingers were white as he gripped the table, but Clint ignored his warning.

“This is getting crazy Tony, come on.” Impatiently, He reached to touch his Omega, to brush his fingers through Tony’s hair but Tony nearly screamed and jerked away.

“Stay away! Dammit Clint stay away! I told you I didn’t want you in here!” Tony tripped over his chair as he jumped to get away and fell to the ground with a crash. “I told you I fucking told you!” He stumbled away from Clint, over turning boxes and chairs. “God damnit! Bruce I need you! I need you!” Banner moved quickly, shoving past Clint and grabbing Tony, maneuvering him until they made it to a corner, where Tony could lean against the wall.

“Breathe through it.” Bruce murmured, and shot Clint a pained look. “I’m sorry. But it’s best if you leave.” —————

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IronHawk Part 2 (Chapter 1 Part 2)

Warning– deal with a possible trigger involving infertility. Just want to put that out there, I don’t want anyone being hurt by this. xx —————

Tony stumbled into the lab, and Bruce reached out and grabbed him before he upset a table with a shockingly expensive piece of armor on it. “What’s up Tony? Not sleeping with Clint gone?” the genius asked sympathetically. Tony glanced around, bewildered.

“How did i end up here? What day is it?”

“What? Hey Tony, come here.” Bruce was worried, and led Tony to a chair. “I’m going to get you some water and let talk about what’s up.”

“I don’t want to talk about it.” Tony shook his head. “But i do need a drink.” Bruce handed him a water bottle and Tony laughed, a bitter broken sounding thing. “No Brucie bear. Something much stronger than that.”

“You don’t want to talk?” Bruce asked uneasily, as Tony stumbled to the bar and poured an over generous share of scotch.

“Not even a little bit. Break something for me, Brucie. I need to-” Tony shuddered as the scotch went down hard. “I need to do…anything to keep my mind busy.”

“Sure thing Tony.” Bruce said softly, watching Tony pour another glass of alcohol. “Whatever you need.”

******** Clint picked his phone up and frowned. It had been close to two days since he’d heard from Tony. A quick call to Natasha had reassured him that Tony and Bruce were locked up in the lab, working hard on something and had demanded not to be disturbed.

It’s not like that particular behavior was anything new, or odd. With a separate entrance and elevator, the lab was almost completely autonomous from the rest of the tower. Part of it was a safety feature, so in case anything exploded or turned toxic, the separate ventilation shafts and sprinkler systems would clear the lab without compromising the rest of the Tower. The other part of it was that sometimes Tony just liked to work uninterrupted for weeks at a time, and he could absolutely do that in his lab.

So there wasn’t anything to worry about, Clint knew, no immediate danger at least. But he rubbed his bonding mark, feeling the slight tingle that had been there all week, telling him that something was not quite right with his Omega. ******** It was almost a week before Tony stopped drinking long enough to have a conversation with Bruce. “Hey.” He clunked his glass down on Bruces desk, and the scientist looked up instantly.

“What is it Tony?” He took his glasses off, and reached his hand out to the Omega, unsure if Tony needed some physical contact after a week of his Alpha being gone.

Tony shook his head though, and Bruce let his hand drop. “Bruce, i want to start…” his voice failed and he cleared his throat. “I want to start synthesizing better suppressant options for Omegas.”

“I think that’s a great idea, Tony. What brought this on?”

Tony reached for him then, grabbing Bruces hand and squeezing hard. “Dr Leitzl said as a result of my years of suppressants, my internal organs have shut down entirely.” Bruce frowned, and Tony continued. “My organs that…make me an Omega. They are…non functioning. Entirely useless. I spent all those years trying to avoid being an Omega, and now when i’m actually happy to be one…my body betrays me. And I asked, I ASKED her if it was because of the palladium poisoning, or because of the arc reactor, and she said no. Said from the looks of the scans, everything shut down years ago. I’ve been… broken for years.”

Bruce waited for Tony to continue, dreading where this was going, but needing to actually hear it to be sure.

“I’m never going to be able to get pregnant and have kids, Bruce.” When Tony finally whispered the words, his whole body seemed to fold in on itself, and he sank to the floor.

“Tony, Tony, Tony.” Bruce slipped down right next to him, wrapping his arms around him and holding him close.

“I can’t give my mate children!” this came as a wail, and Bruce squeezed tighter as the omega crumpled against him, tears pouring down his face. “I’m just broken. Broken, broken, broken.”

Bruces tears fell unchecked and unnoticed into Tony’s hair. ———- Chapter two in the morning! Like/reblog to be tagged!

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IronHawk Part 2 (Chapter 1 Part 1)

This fic picks up right after IronHawk left off, with Tony and Clint coming home from their bonding. I break our boys hearts before things turn around so consider yourself warned!!

————- Tony was… deliriously happy. Was happy even a big enough word for how he felt? Was delirious even the right adjective? He- brilliant super genius that he was- had no better words for this. This…bond.

When Clint had reached out and took his hand as they bought groceries at the mom and pop store at the edge of the national forest. When a little girl had asked her mommy if those two men were in love and Clint bent Tony backwards and kissed him without even hesitating. At night, when Tony sat in front of the fire on the floor of the cabin, and glanced up to see his mate staring, chest heaving, wings trembling, eyes shading red as the Alpha took over and he moved forward to claim Tony again. And again and again and again.

Their bonding heat had only lasted six or seven hours, but then Clint had spent an extra week showing Tony exactly how much he loved him. Not so much with words, no, because neither man was very good at that. But with actions. Feeding Tony in bites when they ate. Washing the omega every time they showered. Making Tony come again and again before Clint even thought about his own pleasure. Wrapping them in arms and wings and sleeping together until the sun rose again and they got to do it all over. When they had returned to the tower, Tony had dragged Clint past everyone, ignoring all the hellos and well wishing, up to his suite to “properly christen the place” as a newly bonded couple. When they had come back down two hours later, the team had whooped and laughed and hugged, and exchanged money because they had been taking bets on how long the two would be upstairs.

And now, two weeks later, things were still wonderful. Sure They were busy and spent more nights apart than together, but that was to be expected with Clint having his own missions outside of the Avengers, and Tony still having to run Stark Industries. Clint still sought him out when he was home, and they had tried and nearly succeeded to have sex everywhere in the common area, cleaning it frantically afterwards, laughing at how the team would react if they knew. Tony was pretty sure the team knew. But as long as the room smelled like bleach afterwards nobody said a thing.

Tony was… deliriously happy.

So much so that he has worn a fitted t shirt to his doctors appointment instead of his usual suit and tie, which of course was his own private coat of armor. Nothing could penetrate the Tony Stark businessman image. But in a t shirt and jeans he was just another happily bonded omega showing off his mark proudly.

He didn’t even mind waiting today. Normally Dr Leitzl saw him right away but today she was late. Normally this would have provoked emotionally unstable omega Tony Stark into a shouting fury but today he just pulled out his phone and sent a text to his mate.

–heading into the doctors

—- I wish you would have let me come with you tony

–so you could go all Alpha when the doctor examined me? I feel like that’s counterproductive to this whole thing. Sometimes other people are going to have to be inside me Hawk

—–

–you’re growling aren’t you? That’s so hot

—- I could have waited to leave. You basically shoved me out a window this morning and now I won’t be back for a week

–well you have a mate now, and rumour has it I’m fairly high maintenance. So you’ve got to be working to pay for all my expensive hair gel right?

—-Tony

– ….. yes alpha? – oh now you’re REALLY growling aren’t you

“Mr. Stark! So sorry about that!” Tony snapped his phone shut and smiled at the doctor, reaching forward to shake her hand.

“It’s no problem. Good to see you.”

“It’s nice to see you well.” She sent a cursory glance over him once they were seated in her office. “So… you found an Alpha.” She motioned to the prominent bonding mark and Tony grinned, tilting his head a little more to show it off.

“About three weeks ago.”

“Congratulations.” Her smile seemed a bit forced and Tony raised an eyebrow. “That was… quick.”

“Now Doc I know you mentioned something about a date between the two of us last time but believe me when I say I am the worst person to date ever. You should be glad I’m off the market and no longer a scourge to women.”

“So it’s a female alpha then?” Dr Leitz reached for some paperwork, eyebrow arching as she asked the question.

“Ah, um no. Male Alpha.” Tony scratched his neck sheepishly. “I bet you didn’t see that coming, did you?”

“Dealing as I do with male omegas, I can assure you I have seen plenty of things.” She smiled again, that forced edge to it. “I warned you about how high your emotions will run these first six or so months, Tony, are you sure being bonded is the best course of action?”

Tony stiffened. “What the hell are you saying?”

“All I’m saying is, I specifically warned you about your emotional level because I was afraid you would rush into a bonding just to have some stability in your life. Are you happy with your bondmate? Did you know him for very long, or was he just a convenient Alpha? It just… would have been in your best interest to wait, to give your omega time to grow and figure out exactly what you need.”

“I need my Alpha.” Tony’s voice had dropped into a dangerous tone, as close to a growl as he could get it. Dr Leitz raised her hands placatingly.

“Fine. That’s fine, Tony. I’m not trying to-” she blew out a breath. “Just worried is all. Let’s move on.”

“Yeah that might be a good idea.” Feeling completely disgruntled, Tony crossed his arms and leaned away from the Doctor, wanting to be as far away as possible from someone who didn’t approve of his alpha.

“So you have had three heats?”

“Four, if you count the bonding heat.” Tony corrected, entirely unable to keep the flush from his cheeks.

“I don’t.” The doctor replied, making notes in her file. “A bonding heat isn’t natural. How were they by the way? Your heats with an Alpha?”

“Much easier.” He smiled. “Much better than dealing with them alone.”

“And the mood swings you complained about last time?”

Tony shrugged. “I don’t think they have gotten any worse or any better. I have an Alpha/omega couple close to me who helps quite a bit and now that I have my own Alpha… things are just easier.”

“I’m glad to hear that, Tony.” She took her glasses off, folding her hands on top of the stack of paperwork. “However, I have some bad news. And it’s going to directly affect your Alpha as well.” —————– Thanks for reading! Reblog to be tagged in updates, I’ll be updating at least once but usually twice a day!

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Ironhawk (Part 4- Love Scene)

///// NSFW!!!!!!/////////

——- At his soft agreement, Tony purred happily, scrambling to his hands and knees and turning around to present himself. “I’m ready. So ready so ready god just hurry up.” “Jesus.” Clint breathed out, unable to tear his eyes away from Tonys lean body, even as he started shedding his clothes and climbing onto the huge bed. He didn’t think he had ever been so hard, his Alpha cock lengthening and thickening to it’s full 10.5 inches. Outside of a heat, his partners had a hard time taking his still larger than average 9 inches. But heat added an extra inch and a half of knot, And Tony, this wonderful perfect omega, was in heat, and made to take every inch of him. Wanted to take every inch of him. “You are beautiful.” he murmured, finally finally putting his hands on Tonys strong back, stroking down to his shoulder blades, then back up to the sweet curve of his ass. His wings followed his hands, the feathers tickling over sensitive skin, making Tony shiver and whimper. Dropping lower, Clint slid his fingers right there where Tony was so wet. The omega hummed a soft sound in pleasure when Clint stroked again. “More.” Tony chanted, arching his back. “More more more.” “Turn over for me. I want to see you.” Clint rolled the omega over, then slid up Tonys body until they were face to face. “Hi.” he whispered, lacing their fingers together and pinning Tonys wrists to the bed. His wings fell over them in a thick curtain and for a long moment they just stared at each other. The cold metal of the arc reactor in Tonys chest felt like ice against Clints heated skin, and this close, he could hear the soft hum it gave off. He wanted to press his lips to it, to thank the machine for giving Tony strength every day. But that would have to wait. For next time. “Tony.” he whispered, releasing their hands to run strong fingers down Tonys ribs, settling at his waist.

“Hey.” Tony licked his lips, and Clint bent to chase the same path, their lips meeting in their first kiss.Clint pulled away after just a moment, not wanting to make things awkward. Most couples didn’t even kiss through their heat, needing more primal needs met. Kissing was…intimate. Tony whined a little when he pulled away, leaning up to continue the embrace, his arms wrapping around Clints neck, and Clint gave in. This kiss was longer, lips meeting and parting, tongues sweeping into taste, teeth biting, until a continuous rumble came from Clint as his arousal grew even more. When he finally tore his lips away, needing to breath, Tony’s eyes were blown wide, nearly black in his desire, and he shifted anxiously, his hips seeking friction against Clints.

Hes ready. My omega. The thought slammed through Clints mind, and taking a deep breath, he started moving. Gliding once more through that -god when can i taste it- trail of slick from Tony’s entrance, Clint coated his own straining cock, breathing a laugh as after even a few strokes he was too close to the edge to continue. His knot was already swelling at his base, and he hissed as his own fingers pulled over it. He couldn’t come yet, still had to be inside Tony. Still had to knot this gorgeous omega. Tonys cock was hard and red, laying flat against his stomach and leaking precome all over in a milky white pool. Clint wanted to taste, wanted to have his mouth on it, but that would have to wait. Next time. He told himself with a grim smile, and took it in his hands, a couple rough strokes, and Tony was instantly crying out, fingers scrambling for purchase on the slick sheets, tossing his head against the sensation. It would be so easy for Clint to make him come like this, but not yet. Not yet. Not yet. Next time. “Look at me.” he said softly, but Tony was too far gone, eyes closed, mouth open, panting. Such a pretty picture. Such a pretty omega. Clints usually iron self control was stretched too thin, and he growled low in his throat. “Tony!” Clint captured his jaw in one hand, forcing their eyes to meet. “Tell me you want me.” “I want–” Tony couldn’t even complete the sentence, hips thrusting upwards, mewling sadly when he couldn’t feel Clint. He was burning up, so empty he wanted to scream. “Tell me you want me.” Clint repeated. “Tell me you want this to happen. Want me to knot you.” “Thats what i need. Why won’t you just-!” the omega nearly sobbed, arms coming up around Clints neck to try to pull him closer. “Focus Tony!” Clints voice rose sharp, an Alpha command. “Ask me. Tell me.” “P-please Clint.” Tony was wrecked, having an Alpha so close, so close and not inside. Why wasn’t clint Inside yet?? “Please fu-fuck me. I c-cant t-take it. P-please please i-i-i w-want you Clint Please i-PLEASE!” A scream tore from his throat as Clint breached him, the thick, heavy cock so much bigger than his toys, so much better, and yesyesyesyesyes what took so long? So good, so good, so good. Alpha alpha please yesyesyes

“Shh Tony Ive got you.” Clint had to grin at the torrent of words pouring from the omegas mouth. He knew Tony didn’t even know he’d been speaking out loud, and even in this lust charged moment, Clint loved the tiny bit of vulnerability. He slid all the way in,not stopping until their hips met and Tony screamed again. He had been so wet, so open from trying with so many toys that the Alpha cock filled him completely, easily, the still swelling knot pushing against the tight rim of muscles. Clint brushed a kiss against Tonys lips, wiping a tear from his cheek. “Okay?” “Please…..Alpha.” for just a second, Tonys nearly black eyes met his own light blue ones, and the fire there made the last bit of his self control disappear. Clint pulled out, and when Tony cried out, furious, slammed his hips back in. Tony arched off the bed, nails digging into Clints back. Clint moved again, setting a grueling pace, chasing their pleasure. Tony was blissed out, hoarse cries punctuating every time Clints hips ground against his own. Clint sealed their lips together, swallowing every one of Tonys cries, licking into his mouth hungrily, eager so eager for a taste of this forbidden omega.

A slight change in the angle of his thrusts, and Tony jerked his lips from Clint. “Fuck yes, right there right there Alpha please please please don’t stop right there don’t stop!” Clint just growled, driving in harder, every inch of his cock disappearing into Tonys tight wet hole, pushing over that magic spot inside Tony every time.

Clint couldn’t stop staring, couldn’t stop trying to memorize every expression that crossed Tony’s face. By the time his knot was fully swollen, Tony couldn’t even form words anymore, just moaned into every push, his limbs trembling from over stimulation. “Are you ready?” Clint asked roughly, holding Tonys slim hips tight, opening him farther. “Alpha…” the barely whispered word was all he needed, and with one particularly hard thrust, Clint shoved his knot past the fluttering muscles and deep inside. Tonys eyes opened wide, his whole body shuddered, and he came in a rush, his untouched cock spurting hot and white between their stomachs. His tight channel contracted around Clints knot, and with a roar from deep in his chest, Clint came hard, over and over, his wings snapping back to present at their fullest as the alpha claimed his omega. “Such a beautiful omega, so pretty, so good, so lovely and perfect. I’ve got you, i’ve got you. So perfect. So wonderful like this. Sweet omega, my omega…” Clint praised the beautiful man,hips still moving in short thrusts, his words trailing off as he finally came down from the high, hands protectively running all over the trembling omega, brushing hair off his forehead, and tears from his cheeks. Tony moaned as he tried to move away and Clint hushed him. “No, no, love, let me. I got it. We will be connected for a while.” Careuflly, carefully, moved to the bed, rolling Tony until he sat above him. Drawing the still shaking man down to his chest, he wrapped his arms and wings around Tony, cocooning him in warmth, waiting for his breathing and heart to slow down. “Clint?” his name, spoken in such soft, sated, wrecked, tones, wrung a second orgasm from him, and Clint groaned, his knot pulsing, and making the other man hiss from the sensitivity. “Tony.” he rumbled when he could talk again, fingers sliding into short dark spiky hair to keep him close to his chest. “Shh. Just sleep. Sleep omega. Beautiful sweet omega. I’m right here.” “Clint.” Tony sighed, and dropped his head close to Clint’s heartbeat, whatever he had wanted to say lost in the grip of exhaustion.

Clint breathed a sigh, and pressed a kiss to Tony’s head. He was unsure how long it would take for his knot to go down, but he was content to lie here and wait.

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Ironhawk Part 3

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Just biology.” Clint choked out a soft laugh and shook his head, standing and backing towards the door. “Obviously i missed the memo about you being in heat, so i’m just going to-” he motioned towards the door. Panic shot through Tony, and with a harsh cry, he scrambled to a kneeling position on the bed. “Don’t go. Hawk-Clint- i cant handle this anymore alone. It’s been two days! Two days.” a whimper that would be staunchly denied later came from his lips, and he fisted the covers desperately. “Please help me.” Tony didn’t know what he would do if Clint left. Short of throwing himself completely at the other man, he was in no shape to force Hawkeye to do anything. Especially if the “anything” was to hold Tony down and fill him with that giant Alpha-

“You don’t know what you are asking Tony. You are in a heat daze, and not in your right mind.” Clint was facing away from him completely now, those damn feathers shuddering in time to his nearly gasping breaths.

Tonys mouth dropped, the need replaced by a jolt of anger. “Don’t know what I’m- which one of us is the omega here?! Which one of us has been locked in this room for two whole days trying to find some goddamn relief! And then i ask you to do me a favor, what, like i haven’t done anything for you lately, Birdboy?” he was babbling, his eyes closed, knuckles white from his grip on the bed.. “What is it, the wings? You’re more into an avian variety? Can you even get it up for-”

“SHUT UP TONY!” Clints frustrated roar silenced his mindless chatter, sending the omega scrambling for the other side of the bed.

“I’m sorry, i’m sorry, i’m sorry.” he whimpered, pressing his forehead to the mattress and tilting his head to bare his neck. The instinct to apologize, to please the alpha over rode any concern about how ridiculous he looked, or how submissive wasn’t even in his vocabulary. “I’m sorry, i’m sorry. It hurts. It hurts.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Clint turned from the door, both the man and the alpha in him unable to ignore Tony in pain. He had heard how badly an unassisted Heat could hurt an Omega, and if this was Tonys first heat in years than it was bound to be even worse. But he couldn’t just take. Couldn’t just join Tony on the bed. He couldn’t. To share a heat was an intensely intimate thing to do, and as much as he cared for the man, he knew the omega didn’t hold him in the same regard. At least not outside the confines of heat. And even though everyone knew Tony’s sexuality was more like a sliding scale depending on the day, it was a big step from flirting with men, to being fucked by one, Omega biology or not. “It hurts, hurts, hurts, so sorry Alpha. So sorry.” the pained whispers continued on the bed, tears actually leaking from Tonys eyes, and Clints heart broke.

“Tony.” he moved back towards the shaking, kneeling man, and touched his shoulder gently.

“Clint.” Tonys eyes were glazed over, fully in the grip of a wave of heat now. “Please alpha please.” he was lost to the hormones, to his biology, and even as Clint felt sorry for the usually so put together man, the Alpha in him roared in triumph. “Okay.” he closed his eyes and nodded firmly. “Okay.” ——-

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Tony in Heat (Ironhawk Part 2)

Tony froze for a full minute, eyes wide, breath coming hard, staring at Clint as the Alpha fell to his knees. Those damn wings were high over his back, straining towards where Tony lay on his bed. The man had gone from pure warrior mode, to full on speechless, blue eyes wide, mouth open. It was…flattering. Clint bent his head, and a low groan came from somewhere deep in his chest. The sound knocked Tony from his stupor and he scrambled up against the headboard.

“Dammit Bird brain! Everyone is supposed to be gone right now!” Tony shouted, and yanked the heavy duvet up and over his naked body. “What the hell are you doing here?!” Even though his words were angry, his lean body writhed under the covers. So hot, too hot, and even though he hated Clint for being here, if the Alpha in front of him didn’t do something Tony felt like he just might combust. Or possible cry.

It had been so stupid of him to miss a pill. But somewhere between destroying a renegade patch of terrorists in Syria and rescuing people from a downed helicopter it had slipped his mind. One fucking pill missed and he was in the throes of the worst heat he could remember.

Natasha had been the one to realize what was happening, even though Tony had been quietly sitting on the couch in the common area, desperately trying to hide the nausea and cramps. One quick sniff and she had grabbed him, propelling him up the stairs and into the elevator, screaming for the other members to get the fuck out. She and her omega Pepper had then stripped and cleaned the entire area, commanding JARVIS to shut down the tower and gates as soon as they were done. Pepper had slipped up to the penthouse to deposit a large pack of bottled water, a Costco sized amount of protein bars, snacks, and microwaveable food, and a black bag full of items that nearly killed him with humiliation, before she too had left, sealing the tower so Tony could wait out his heat.

Waiting it out wasn’t even a correct term. For the past two days Tony had been desperate, furious, and aching, the various toys in the black bag just barely taking the edge off. Slick was nearly pouring from him, soaking the sheets and bed. He was humiliated by his bodys complete lack of control, and his own inadequate measures to deal with is. But, suppressants or not, Tony had been an omega all his life and he knew what he needed.

He needed an Alpha, needed an Alphas-

“Tony.”

His focus returned, laser sharp, as Clint finally spoke, never having moved from his spot by the door, still staring at the floor, fists clenched.

“Tony.” this one sounded much more agonized, as if the Alpha was in pain.

“Hey Hawkboy. Sorry about yelling at you. It’s not every day a giant bird destroys my door.” Only by holding on to every ounce of his self control did Tony manage his usual flippant tone. “Say, you’re Alpha arent you? I feel like you would know what to do in this sort of situation.”

Clints head jerked up, and If possible, his blue eyes widened even further. “Easy.” he murmured, shifting restlessly. “I am-” he swallowed hard. “-not really- Tony you need-” his voice trailed off as he took a deep breath, the sweet scent of omega heat rendering him speechless again.

Something inside Tonys chest seemed to loosen and shift, instinctively knowing how much the Alpha was affected by his scent. He preened a little, smug, even without wanting to be. But his subconscious, instinct, was taking over. This could be good. Clint could help him. He was a big Alpha, a strong Alpha and Tony would be such a good omega for him. Clint wouldnt say no. An alpha wouldnt say no to an omega. Jesus my brain has left the building.

“So what do you say?” he raised an eyebrow as regally as he could while lying naked and soaking under his covers, trying not to imagine how much better Clint could make this for him. “Want to help me out? I mean, it’s just biology and all that. And i’m kind of in between heat waves or whatever so this is as coherent as i’m going to get. Speak now or forever hold your peace.” he tried to joke, but couldn’t even manage a chuckle.

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Ironhawk Part 1

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********** Clint landed on the railing lightly, his wings folding behind his back and melting against his skin until they disappeared entirely. Rolling his shoulders, he frowned at the slight ache. Even months after the frankly outrageous battle for Asgard, the blow that had nearly severed his left arm from his body still caused him pain. Maybe Thor had some magic laced potion to completely heal his arm. Really it was the least he could do, considering Clint had been dragging his demi- godly ass to safety when a rampaging Titan had tried-and thankfully failed- to end his life. And In thanks for saving the Asgardian Prince, the All-father had gifted Clint with actual wings, so he could hunt and fly as well as the fierce birds he was named for.

He had to smile at the memory. He had been terrified to stand in front of Odin. Whether he had particularly believed in gods before then was strictly relative now. No one could argue with the man occupying the giant throne, and the booming voice that made Thor sound as if he was still going through puberty.

Clint had been awed, and humbled, when Frigga had approached, wrapped her slender arms around him, and whispered soft magic into his ear.

Almost instantly, wings had sprouted from his shoulder blades, and opened wide in the Great Hall. Feathers of dark brown and burnt gold caught a slight breeze and ruffled, sending shivers down his suddenly over-sensitive back. The whole team had stared in disbelief, Nat with her hand over her mouth, Thor grinning proudly. The Captain shaking his head, still struggling with the whole idea of other realms and deities, much less one of his friends sprouting giant wings. Even Tony had had a hard time looking away, the ever present smirk on his face giving way to a look of respect.

Clint frowned, pulling himself from his thoughts, specifically the thoughts about Tony. It never did him any good to think about the omega. For all the iron man blustered and bitched and postured, the alpha in Clint wanted nothing more than to wrap his arms (and wings!) around the genius and give him a safe place to relax. A safe place to be Tony. A safe place to just be whoever the omega was in his quietest moments.

Tony despised his omega biology though, and actually kept it a secret from all but the Avengers and a few select others. He had been on suppressants longer than Clint had known him, longer than even Pepper had known him. He simply refused to be anything other than Tony Stark, Iron Man, billionaire genius and player of hearts. His secondary gender was of no use and therefore of no concern. He would throw Clint out a window if the alpha so much as looked at him in interest, so Clint kept his alpha pheromones, arms, wings, and looks to himself.

Stepping through the balcony doors that led to his room, he started shedding weapons, realizing belatedly that something was wrong. The tower was quiet. Much much too quiet. He slid his gun back into it’s holster carefully, eyes darting around. Even from his position on his balcony he should have at least been able to hear the miscellaneous sounds of tower inhabitants. More so now that he was Inside. The growl of machinery as Bruce and To-dammit- worked in the lab. Perhaps the television as Cap caught up on yet another movie he had missed in the seventy years under ice. Music as Pepper and Nat made dinner. He checked the time, his frown deepening. The tower should have been filled, all the various Avengers doing whatever it was that they did in their downtime between missions. Thinking back over the last few weeks, Clint couldn’t remember any big missions coming up. He had been out of contact for the last week dealing with a death in his family, a father who had barely deserved the respect a funeral much less one with as much pomp as had been given. But family was family so the team had insisted he go, and leave his communicator here in the tower so he wouldn’t find an excuse to leave early.

Clint made his way to the common room, letting his Alpha senses stretch, listening closely and picking up the various scents in the room. It smelled… clean. His nose twitched. Overly clean. In fact, even with his accelerated senses he couldn’t pick out anything beyond bleach. With several Alphas and a few Omegas on the team, several of whom were bonded to each other, usually the common room was a cacophony of scents, all of them familiar, all twisting into home. But this was odd. Taking a deep breath and widening his stance, he called his wings forward, smiling a little at the rush of satisfaction from having them free. The magic wings weren’t just for flying, in fact They were perfectly attuned to his body, sensitive when he was, snapping furiously when he was angry, and in this case, used to further the reach of his already impressive Alpha senses. With his wings outspread, he closed his eyes and concentrated, finding a scent under all the bleach and cleaning product. There it was. A soft scent with a tinge of something bitter.His brow wrinkled trying to place it, and his wings extended further, feathers trembling just the slightest bit.

Sweet. Iron. Warm. Panic? TONY.

He was airborne before he even realized, wings sending him careening through the room and up the stairs to the elevator that only went to the penthouse. Tony’s rooms.

Smashing the button that would take him up to the top floor, Clint realized that the tower was so silent because not even J.A.R.V.i.S was running. What could possibly be wrong that even the AI is shut down. He was almost considering breaking the glass elevator and flying up to the top floor when it finally glided to a smooth stop.

“Tony!” He called, hand resting easily next to his gun. No reason to panic yet. Not quite yet. “Tony! It’s Hawkeye!”

A muffled moan, almost too quiet to be heard, came from behind the door to the master suite. In fact, if his wings hadn’t been out to amplify, he probably wouldn’t have heard it at all. Pulling the gun from the holster, he approached slowly, cautiously, wings testing the air. “Tony I’m going to come in now.”

Another sound, this one distressed, and Clint didn’t hesitate again.

Kicking the-why is it locked?- door in with a surge of alpha strength, Clint tucked and rolled into the room, springing up with gun cocked and ready.

And was instantly knocked to his knees by the scent of the room. It was pure, sweet omega. Unfiltered Tony. Sticky, sweet, heat.

Tony was in heat.

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