#flewintotheice

Clint wasn’t typically fond of being fawned and worried over. Since the whole issue in New York, he’d been fairly calm and collect around the others, but at night when everyone was sleeping, Clint would stray from his room and go to the training area Stark had set up for him and just train until fatigue was too strong to handle. Clint liked the archery room. The billionaire had even set up various levels for Clint to adjust depending on what he wanted to work on. Or if someone wanted to train with him. Usually Clint had no one to train with, since everyone was asleep to prevent people from asking too many questions about how he was or how he was feeling or holding up. In reality he was a jumble of things, mostly angry at himself for letting Loki control him for so long. But he ignored it as she strung his ow and found a perch as the simulator began, and started firing his arrows. Just plain ones, since his specialty arrowheads were for missions and combat only. He drew and fired repeatedly as he focused on seeing the faces of the enemies rather than the faces of those he’d hurt while under Loki’s tesseract-fueled mind control. 

Phil’s good in stressful situations but he about has a heart attack before his brain snaps into mission mode. So when he arrives in the kitchen he already has dry clothes for Steve and an armload of towels.

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[text] I would have checked for a tent, but you were lying on your stomach.

Tony toes off his shoes and carefully climbs onto the bed, lying down so that Sarah is in between him and Steve.  “You two are beautiful,” he whispers, knowing that Steve has probably already heard him coming into the bedroom.