#thearrowfell

[Well, it looks like someone beat him to his usual spot. He could wait this guy out, or he could confront.]

SEND ME “5 MORE MINUTES” TO SEE HOW MY CHARACTER WOULD WAKE YOURS UP

"S’a nice watch Stark." 

"Yeah."

~

"Yep, I miss you too." 

It’s a little scary just how much security he feels, how there’s warmth in the voice of the artificial intelligence as the lights turn on when he walks to his living area. It’s safety - it’s knowing that he’s not there any more. But the warmth he feels? That skewed idea of home? — He simply puts it on the slowly working fire of his fireplace.

After a small sigh he sits down on the couch and notices a black box that looks like it’s not supposed to be there. Curious, Tony opens it.

Tony. Thank god it wasn’t your time - Obadiah.

As he lifts the box in his hand, wonders if he should laugh. A watch and a really bad pun? Go figure, he thinks as he looks up, a few strange thoughts in his mind as he feels the cold metal face against his skin and the leather that presses against his wrist. He slides  the band through the metal loop and stands.

He’s pretty glad too, really, with what happened. His head’s a mess though, filled with doubts, a sick swirl in his stomach that makes him rather uncomfortable as his thoughts linger to the man that saved his life. 

I’m going to buy you more time.

He notices his fingers trembling slightly and decides he needs a distraction of sorts. Tony gets up, moves to throw his jacket onto the couch and walks to the window panes, noticing the slightly eerie silence apart from the indoor water feature. 

Jarvis’ voice is somewhat distant as he looks out, something about having over a thousand messages. The screen appears on the pane and after he presses on it, slides his fingers against a few lights, he speaks.

"Delete them all." 

~

Tony looks at the watch on his wrist, his fingers tapping on the face. He looks up at Clint. “It’s a little scuffed admittedly, but it’s good for reminding me that I should probably go eat.” 

My muse’s reaction to seeing yours on their doorstep, soaking wet from the rain.

Tony yawned as he opened his door, blinking a few times to clear the sleep from his eyes, before they landed on Clint’s form. 

"Clint—?" He frowned, hooking his hand under the man’s bicep to drag him inside and push the door closed.

"What the hell are you doing out there in the rain?" He guided him further inside, retrieving some towels from the bathroom before pushing Clint toward the bedroom.