AvengersxReader Inserts *Requests Open*

*[Clint x Reader x Tony (ft. Steve)] Flights of Flirty

Rolling his eyes, Clint returned to glancing at the kitchen's entrance, aware of the fact you could potentially walk in at any point. "Yeah well, we'll see who she'd rather have. I'm not too worried."

Ever the one up for a good challenge, Tony perked up at where things were going. "Alright, Barton. Let's let the lady decide. We both turn on the charm and see where her interests lie, and the other'll back off. Fair and square."

Clint glared as Tony held a hand out towards him. "I'm not going to shake your hand like this is some kind of deal. I'm just going to ask her, and if she says no, that's that."

Shaking his head at the man's acceptance of such a fate, Tony crossed his arms over his chest confidently. "If you've already half-given up, then I guess there's no hope for you - not that there was any to begin with."

With his elbows on the counter and head in his hands, Clint did his best to block out the ego of the billionaire beside him. He should have kept his mouth shut.

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You finished sealing the last of your valentines with its heart shaped sticker, happily reveling in the small bit of childhood nostalgia. Perhaps you were a bit too far past the three year age minimum, at least according to the look the cashier had given you when you came bounding up to the counter with your find, but when you saw the box of the "Avengers and Friends" valentines, you knew you hardly had a choice in the matter by that point. The universe wanted you to have them.

So there you were, signing the delightfully bad puns with little kissy faces and crap chocolates, trying not to laugh at your own hilarious joke. At the sound of someone coming, you quickly slid the pile of surprises off the coffee table and into a sack, pretending to preoccupy yourself with a book that had previously sat beside you.

You glanced up to see Clint and Tony wandering in, grinning at the two un-early birds. "Hey, sleeping beauties. Coffee not quite strong enough?"

Not wasting any time, Tony vaulted over the back of the couch, landing next to you and leaning in a bit too close, even for him. "I'm afraid the only thing that can wake me up now would be your kiss." A, rather loud and unflattering, laugh sprung from your throat. This wasn't all too unusual. Tony liked to flirt, and you would be lying if you said you didn't find it amusing on a good day. "What do you say, princess?" he asked, placing his hand on the back of your head and leaning in even more. "Make my dreams come true?"

You were still smiling, but you pushed back on his chest just enough to keep him from sealing the deal. "What?"

"Come with me to the ball," he requested - or commanded, you weren't quite sure which - nipping gently at your jawline.

"Tony!" you sqeaked, face growing hot and no longer smiling as you tried to squirm out from underneath him, but seeing as he had come to be practically laying on top of you due to your attempts to lean away, you were stuck.

"Get off her!" came a gruff voice as Tony was pulled back by his shirt. You glanced up at Clint as he dumped the billionaire unceremoniously on the other end of the couch.

"Thanks," you muttered, face still red as you leveled a disbelieving glare at Tony, but he wasn't about to leave Clint off the hook.

"Don't be thanking him just yet. He's here for the same reason I am."

Clint sighed as you turned questioningly towards him. "He found out I wanted to ask you to the party, and is now here just to make things difficult. At your widening eyes his face turned away, hand rubbing subconsciously at the back of his neck. "Not exactly how I wanted to ask you."

"Not true!" Tony piped up, not ready to be forgotten about so easily. "I'm here to get what I want," he started to move back towards you, but your feet quickly came up against his chest to halt his advances, although that did nothing to stop the sultry look he was giving you, "and what I want, is you."