Iron-Hawk Short Stories

Date

Tony Stark tapped on the steering wheel as he continued to drive down the empty road. His music was turned up and he hummed to the tune every so often. Most would say he was having an amazing night so far.

He was on his way to his first date with Clint Barton, a man Stark had admired for months. He dressed nicely but not too expensive and managed to style his hair with no problems. He smiled like a giddy child as he turned a corner.

No words could explain how excited whilst anxious he was. He could only hope his date felt the same. The two had adored each other for months now but none of them made a move forward. Then one day Stark got incredibly drunk and asked, fortunately Barton laughed it off and said yes.

He parked at the restaurant the two agreed on and asked for the reserved table. He decided to order a drink first and waited. He decided to text his date after a short while.

'Hey, when are you getting here?' – TS.

Then he waited for five minutes with no response. He sighed and wondered if Barton was stuck in traffic. Five minutes turned into thirty and Stark thought that his date must have ditched him by now.

He stood up and picked his phone off the table.

'Did Clint really just stood me up?' Tony thought as his heart sank. He had been stood up in the past before but this one hurt more than the rest.

As he was about to leave the restaurant his phone rang. He looked at the caller ID and huffed.

It was Clint Barton.

He hesitantly picked up.

"Clint if you're just-"

"Tony!I'msosorrybuti'minhospital-"

"Clint slow down!" Stark stated as he opened the restaurant doors. "And did you just say hospital?" Now Tony was more worried than disappointed. He heard a deep breath come from the other end of the line.

"I was dealing with SHIELD matters earlier today but somehow I ended up in hospital." Barton explained slowly this time. "They didn't let me leave the hospital to go see you." Tony couldn't help but smile.

"Wait. Are you okay?" Stark asked and breathed in the fresh air.

"I'm okay. I'm really sorry." The blonde apologised once again.

"Just tell me where you are and I'll bring some food over." Stark smirked.

[1/2 HOUR LATER]

Tony Stark opened the doors to the hospital room with takeaway in his other hand. He made eye contact with the blonde who laid on the bed. Stark shut the door behind him and walked towards the edge of the bed to pick up the chart.

He skimmed through it before he placed it back. There weren't any severe injuries, just fractures and broken ribs at most.

"I really thought you left me today." Stark scoffed and sat on a chair beside the bed. He set the food down on the bedside table.

"I'm an asshole but not that big of an asshole." Barton muttered, "What did you bring?"

"Just Chinese takeaway. If you don't mind that."

"I'll eat just about anything." The blonde smiled reassuringly. Stark just nodded. "You look really good." Tony glanced down at his clothing and shrugged.

"Really?"

"Yeah. Really."

Tony smiled once again. "So how did you get yourself into this mess?"

"I got beat up."

"Really? The great Hawkeye got beat up by low level thugs?"

"Well in my defence, the broken ribs are from falling off a building."

"What kind of idiot falls off a building?"

"The idiot you asked out." Barton smirked and couldn't help but laugh. "I'm fine though. I've been through worse. I'm sorry our date didn't go as planned."

"Well. At least it'll be memorable." Tony smiled, "Want to eat and talk for the rest of the night?"

AN: Kept it short and sweet.