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There isn’t much in the Collier file. Nat had brought it to him last night, with Fury’s permission, but it didn’t take Clint long to read through it. It’s taken him longer to hit the internet and do some research. JARVIS is willing to help, at least, and he’s able to do everything while sitting up in bed, so Steve can’t give him the worried puppy dog eyes. He’s been out of the hospital for about five days now, but Steve is still acting like he’s fragile. Sure, the first couple of days were rough, and he’d tested his boundaries a lot, but he’s mellowing out now and mostly obeying Cane’s orders.

His ribs feel better, and the ankle can handle his weight some of the time, so there’s been definite improvement. He’s still having trouble keeping food down, and he’s tired more often than not, but Cane says that’s normal. The poison blah blah medical shit blah blah. All he cares about is that he’s doing okay and nothing weird is fucking up his body. He’s got even more to live for now than ever before, so he doesn’t want some alien poison to ruin that for him. Besides, he’s actually managed to keep his food down the last day or so, even if there have been other stomach issues, which means it must be working through his system.

If he’s going to get stuck lying around like a lump, the Collier mission at least gives him something to work on that makes him feel reasonably productive. Steve’s actually gone to the gym, and Clint’s making sure he stays in bed. He doesn’t want to violate his trust by doing too much when he doesn’t have supervision. There are times when he likes breaking rules or pushing people, but he knows the last couple of weeks have been hard on Steve. He’s trying to do what he can to make life easier on them both.

JARVIS is good at getting into stuff he probably shouldn’t, so Clint’s soon flying through the internet and compiling lists and investigating leads that seem suspicious. The more he researches, the more he feels like he’s right about there being something shady to the whole thing. It’s definitely a set-up intended to kill them, but he can’t find anything to give him motivation for Collier’s participation. Since the guy’s dead, they’ll never find out if it was just monetary related, some alien vendetta, or something else. When he finally tracks down a lead that doesn’t fizzle halfway through his investigation, he’s excited.

He might not be right, but the puzzle in his head isn’t missing any pieces now. That gives him a pretty good indication that he is right, but he doesn’t want to get too cocky considering his suspicion involves a senator’s brother and business deals that would land both of them in jail. The connection between the brother and Collier is clear as day once he knows what to look for, and he can even hypothesize why the Avengers landed on the man’s target. Still, he’ll send it to Fury and let him follow it through since he’s in no condition to threaten a senator. Fury’s good at that shit and enjoys it.

Once he has JARVIS send the file off, he’s startled to find that he’s not alone. Steve’s sitting in a chair near his dresser with his sketchbook out. “When did you sneak in?”

“When you were engrossed in the researching bad guys thing. Did you find anything?” Steve lowers the sketchbook and smiles. “You’re looking pretty smug, so that’s probably a silly question.”

“I might have linked Collier to the brother of a senator that was partially responsible for involving the Avengers in the first place. It’s all about money, in the end. Power and money.” Clint shakes his head. “Greed definitely corrupts. I can’t understand wanting to kill people just to protect business interests.”

“Have I mentioned before how attractive I find intelligence?” Steve puts his sketchbook down and stands up. He’s still wearing his gym shorts and white tank top, and Clint realizes that he’s damp from sweat and not a shower like he first assumed.

“It’s not that smart to look at all the information and link stuff together. But it’s nice to know that my skills outside of shooting targets are appreciated.” Clint puts his laptop on the bedside table and almost drops it because he’s too busy staring at Steve to pay attention. “How was the gym?”

“Sweaty.” Steve prowls towards the bed, pulling his shirt over his head and dropping it on the floor on the way. “How are you feeling?”

“Horny.” Clint shrugs and laughs. “Well, it’s not like I could feel anything else right now with you looking like that. Besides, it’s been two weeks since we’ve had sex. I could go years without needing it before you. You’ve ruined me, babe.”

“We can’t do that yet. Your ribs are still mending, and we don’t want to risk reinjuring them.” Steve kneels on the end of the bed and leans back to rest his ass on his heels. “You were okay after breakfast?”

“Yes, no puking this morning.” He looks Steve over and feels his dick twitch slightly at the view. “And no anything else, either, so maybe my stomach’s finally starting to settle. I think I deserve a reward for staying in bed all day while you were gone.”

“I agree.” Steve surprises him with the acceptance, and Clint starts to get excited. “You’ve been a good boy today.”

“I really have. I might have even caught a couple more bad guys without leaving my bed. That means an even bigger bonus, right?”

“Now you’re the one being greedy, sweetheart.”

“Greed over sex isn’t bad since it’s not like I’d try killing someone over it.”

“I’d hope not, but there are people who do. We’ve watched the program on television about the crimes of passion, and sex can make people do crazy things.”

“Steve, I want your dick, but not enough to kill for it. You can stop laughing now. It’s ruining the mood.”

“Sorry. I didn’t mean that you would. It’s just earlier you mentioned people killing for power and money and I thought I’d mention that people kill for sex, too.”

Clint has to smile. “You’re babbling, babe. What were you sketching?”

“You. Naked. The way you were concentrating on your research, it reminded me of how you focus on me when we make love. I forgot about taking a shower and had to sketch.” Steve ducks his head and smiles. “I, uh, got hard.”

“Are you still hard?” Clint licks his lips, turned on by the fact that he can get that sort of reaction from Steve without even trying. “What’s my reward?”

“You mentioned a show the other day.” Steve looks at him, a lock of blond hair falling across his forehead and getting in his eye. He reaches up to shove his hair out of the way. “Would that be safe for you? I don’t want to do anything to hurt you.”

“I’ll be careful. Let me see you, Steve. Please, let me watch you.” Clint knows he’ll have to go slow and not make any major movements because Steve will probably stop the first time he thinks Clint’s in pain.

“God, how can I refuse you?” Steve groans and reaches down to shove his shorts out of the way. When Clint realizes he’d been to the gym without wearing underwear, he whines deep in his throat. Steve seems to know what got to him because he smiles. “I don’t think I’ll do that again, since it made the treadmill pretty awkward, but I thought you might like knowing I’d been so daring.”

“You’re so hard already.” Clint pushes his pajama bottoms and underwear out of the way, but he can’t shove them down because he’s not sure he’d be able to do that without pulling at his ribs. Anyway, there’s a pretty ugly wound on his upper thigh that’s going to scar, and he doesn’t want that to remind Steve of the whole nearly dying thing.

“You do this to me. It’s all your fault,” Steve murmurs. His body is flushed, and his scent is more evident now that he’s sitting on the bed. Clint loves how he smells, especially when he’s sweaty and turned on. “This is your show, sweetheart. What should I do?”

Clint bites his lip because, fuck, how he’s supposed to talk after hearing that? He finally raises his hand and crooks his finger. “Come closer. I’m being careful, as promised, but that doesn’t mean you can’t be over here instead of down there.”

Steve arches a brow and considers him before he crawls up the bed, his erection bouncing along with his movements. The head of his dick is glistening, and Clint wonders how long he’d been sitting there watching because he’s extremely aroused. When he gets even with Clint’s hip, he stops. “I like the view from here.” He looks at Clint’s dick then his face. “I’m closer. What now?”

“Touch your dick for me. I want to watch you jerk yourself off,” he says. He reaches down to stroke himself.

“That’s all you want? To watch me touch myself?” Steve is flushed, and Clint’s not entirely sure that it isn’t arousal mixed with some blushing. “Tell me what to do, sweetheart. I want to give you this.”

Clint shakes his head again. “You…fuck, Steve. I want you to touch your dick. Use your fingers to stroke the shaft. Is this what you want? Want me to give you orders so you can be a good little soldier?”

“I’m not little,” Steve murmurs, reaching down to stroke his dick with his fingers. He’s watching Clint’s face. “I’ve missed this, Clint. Missed being intimate with you.”

“I’ve missed it, too.” Clint watches Steve’s hand. “And you’re definitely not little. Use your thumb to spread your pre-come over the head of your dick.” He loves Steve’s dick, and he’s looking forward to feeling it inside him one day. Just like he’s looking forward to feeling Steve’s tight ass clenched around him. He’s never been a huge fan of penetration, really, but he’s going to enjoy experiencing it with Steve. Maybe it’ll be more pleasurable being with someone he loves who won’t take more than he offers.

“Focus on me, not what’s going on in your head.” Steve pouts at him and reaches out with his free hand to drag his thumb over the head of Clint’s dick. When he licks his wet thumb, Clint moans. “What do you want now, sweetheart?”

“Pinch your nipples. I know how much that turns you on,” Clint says, watching Steve’s face as he obeys. He whimpers softly as he pinches, which makes Clint even harder. “Move your right hand down to your dick again. Wrap your fingers around it and start to stroke it for me.”

“I want to suck you,” Steve admits, smiling shyly. “I know I can’t, but I really want to. I love how you taste.”

“Fuck, stop talking like that. I won’t last at all.” Clint hasn’t felt like getting off since the mission, and the few times he’s wanted to get sexy over the last couple of days, being sick ruined the mood. “If I hadn’t promised to be careful, I’d pounce on you and shove you down onto the bed so I could rut against you until I come.”

“No pouncing. Not until Dr. Cane clears it.” Steve smiles. “And I thought you liked it when I told you what I wanted.”

“I do.” Clint knows Steve isn’t comfortable talking as filthy as he does, but he actually prefers hearing Steve just say what he wants and how he feels without the extra dirty talk being necessary. Steve likes it all, even if he’d probably blush and deny that he gets harder whenever Clint says something particularly wicked. “Fuck your hand for me.”

“Can I move my left hand?” Steve starts stroking himself harder, his grip obviously tightening around his dick as he rocks his hips forward to meet his hand.

“Touch your balls. Is that what you want, babe?” Clint is jerking his own dick, but it’s not that easy when he’s trying not to move too much. Steve’s breathing hard, and he wastes no time reaching down to knead his balls while stroking his cock.

“Want you. Just want you,” Steve whispers, the muscles in his arms flexing as he keeps fucking his hand. “Let me come, Clint.”

“Fuck yes. Come for me. Let me watch you.” Clint tightens his grip and moves his hand faster, knowing it’s not going to take him long. He lasts longer than Steve, though, who seems to have been waiting for permission, which is pretty hot. Steve comes with a low keen, spilling onto the sheet and his hand as he rides out his orgasm. Watching his face pushes Clint over the edge, and he shudders as he comes.

When they both calm down, Steve lies beside him. “I almost lost you. I didn’t know if you’d ever wake up, and it scared me so much,” he says, words muffled against Clint’s neck. “I didn’t know if I’d ever be able to watch your face during orgasm again. I didn’t know if we’d ever be able to do this together again.” Steve kisses him, and it’s desperate and a little rough and also gentle in a way Clint can’t understand even as he returns the kiss.

“I’m here, Steve. I’m not going anywhere. You’re not going to lose me.” Clint wipes his hand against the sheet, but it’s still a little sticky and damp as he reaches up to brush his fingers through Steve’s hair. “It’s going to take a lot more than some crazy alien poison to get rid of me.”

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to fall apart. It’s just…it all hit me, I guess.” Steve traces his fingers along the curve of Clint’s lips. “I’ve tried to be strong since it happened, tried to be there for you.”

“You have been. Even when it’s annoying with all the doctor’s orders and stuff, you’ve taken care of me.” Clint flicks his tongue out to lick Steve’s fingers, enjoying the taste of his release. “Don’t apologize for falling apart, babe. It’s time for me to be here for you, now that I’m feeling better.”

“Speaking of, are you okay? You didn’t hurt yourself?” Steve kisses his jaw. “We didn’t go too fast, too soon?”

“I’m fine. Stop worrying so much. I promise that I’ll tell you if I’m overdoing it,” Clint says. “Besides, I was the impatient one this time.”

“Yes, you were. I’m pretty proud of not giving in sooner.” Steve smiles before he looks at Clint seriously. “I just wanted to make sure you weren’t still sick from dealing with the toxin’s side-effects. I know there are still some issues, but you seem much more yourself since last night.”

“I feel more like myself.” Clint leans up for a kiss. “We need to shower. You’re stinky.”

“Oh, is that why you’re sniffing me?” Steve bats his eyelashes when Clint looks at him, which makes him stick his tongue out. Steve just laughs. “I want to tell everyone how I feel about you.”

“Uh okay.” Clint blinks up at him and arches a brow. “What brought that on?”

“I just…you make me so happy, and I don’t want to ignore all those questions or let them assume it’s not true because it’s like what we have doesn’t matter. I’m not ashamed of us.”

“I know you’re not, but it’s a huge thing, to go public and tell everyone our personal business when it’s really not anyone’s concern but our own. I don’t care because I’ve never cared much about what people think, but I want you to be sure because there’s no turning back once we do it, Steve.”

Steve smiles. “There’s been no going back since the first time I looked at you and saw someone I could love instead of another teammate. This whole coming out thing is a formality that we have to deal with because of circumstances beyond our control, but I’m not scared of facing opinion because it doesn’t mean anything to me or how I feel about you. I want to tell everyone how gorgeous you are, how smart you are, how you make me laugh and feel safe and loved with just one look. I’m ready for this, sweetheart.”

Clint returns his smile. “Then we’ll do it. I’ll have Jane get in touch with her friend so we can do an interview, and then we’ll consider that whole issue closed. People can react however they want, and we’ll keep living like we want to live. If anyone gets too out of line, we’ll let the others handle them.”

“That’s a good plan.” Steve drops his head down for another kiss. When he pulls back, he says, “Let’s take a bath together then maybe have a nap before dinner? We can’t forget that the family’s bringing Chinese up here for movie night, either.” He stands up and shoves his shorts completely off before he picks Clint up. “Stop smacking me. I’m carrying you to the bathroom, then I’m going to bathe you, so just deal with it, sweetheart. It’s my turn to tell you what to do now.”