Steve watched Tony’s eyes go wide, the iris’s widening and tail ramrod straight up in the air.

He had a matter of seconds to act.

Like a shot, Tony ran for the door, but Steve was there first.  He grabbed the smaller man and tossed him over his shoulder earning an ear splintering hiss.  Had Tony had claws Steve might have worried when hands landed on his ass.  Tony’s short, human nails dug painfully into the jeans but didn’t break through.  He did, however, try to use his grip as a fulcrum to lurch off Steve’s shoulder.

Steve clamped one arm over Tony’s waist and the other around his thighs only to get a face full of fluffy tail in his face.  Tony let out another hiss followed by a long high pitched yowl when he realized Steve had him pinned.

“Stop struggling, we are just going to talk.”  Steve turned his head to avoid getting hit again with Tony’s tail.  When the appendage thumped hard against Steve’s cheek he almost bit down on it – gently – but decided he didn’t need any more fur in his mouth.

“No, no, don’t need to talk. Let me GOOOOOO, STEVEN!”

Steve ignored him and headed out of the kitchen, passing by Bruce as he came in for breakfast.  

“What happened?” Bruce asked Clint, who was sitting at the table eating cereal.

“Sleep deprived Tony told Steve he loved him.”  

 So, I’m having trouble deciding what to make Clint.  I’m stuck between a Ferruginous hawk or a Red-tailed hawk.  So I’ll make him whichever you guys decide.