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“It is not that I do not think he should be here,” Thor is telling Tony, for the thousandth time, as they walk down one of the Triskelion’s many corridors, “but in Asgard, warriors who attack from a distance are not thought to be among the most…”
Thor jerks back suddenly against the wall as an arrow sprouts from his cape. Before he can even attempt to pull it out, a further six arrows draw his outline on the wall, and, as he stares in horror, a further six after that, ending in one that plants itself directly between his legs, a hairsbreadth away from disaster. Clint’s face appears, upside-down, hovering just in front of Thor where the archer dangles from a ceiling beam.
“Care to finish that sentence?” asks Clint, sweetly. “Something like ‘intelligent foes to fuck with’ would do just nicely.”
“Your point is made, Archer,” says Thor, slightly nervously. “You may stop pointing that arrow in my face.”
“You’ve been badmouthing me for months, blondie,” says Clint. “And that’s cool. You’re hardly the only one who thinks I don’t belong on this team. Frankly, I don’t give a shit. I know why I’m here even if you don’t. But I think you deserve a little humiliation of your own. You want me to let you go? Give us a kiss.”
“Us?” Thor asks, genuinely confused.
Clint rolls his eyes. “Me.”
“Man of Iron,” says Thor, “will you let him do this to me?”
Tony leans against the wall and crosses his arms. “I know better than to go up against that baddass,” says Tony, inclining his head in Clint’s direction. “I think I’ll just stand here and enjoy the view.”
Thor sighs and looks back to Clint, whose eyebrows are upraised in expectation. Leaning around the arrow pointed at his nose, Thor leans in and kisses Clint directly on the mouth. Rather than going for the quickest possible peck, Thor throws himself into the kiss without doubt or hesitation, and lingers…and lingers…and keeps lingering until the moment Clint’s arrow buries itself in the floor just beside Thor’s foot.
“Right,” says Tony, cheerfully. “Well, boys, thanks for the best show I’ve had all week. I’ll just be heading along this way, you keep up the good work.”
Thor tugs his cloak free of his shoulders, leaving it pinned to the wall and himself free to walk away. “I will underestimate you no longer, archer,” says Thor.
Clint swings himself back up into the rafters with a grin. “Don’t forget it,” says Clint. He leaps from his rafter to the next, to the next, to the next, and drops down to the floor just in front of the door at the hall’s end. “And Norse boy?” he says, as he’s passing through the door, “just in case you’re wondering, there’s a whole lot more where that comes from.”