Mr Boombastic
Pietro had seen Clint’s warm up routine before heading into battle. If he’s honest, half the reason he had agreed to go out on a date with Clint was the way his ass looked in those tight trousers as he lunged and stretched indecently, all in the name of preperation.
What Pietro hadn’t realised, was that Clint also had a pre-date ritual, although this one was really best left behind closed doors.
In Clint’s defence, Pietro had arrived early. He probably thought he was safe from prying eyes (although how he could feel safe doing this at all in a Stark controlled building was beyond Pietro. He dreaded to think what Tony would do with footage of this.)
The elevators opened on Clint’s floor and Pietro curiously followed the sound of..was that reggae?..to find a shirtless Clint ‘dancing’ and singing, word perfect, horrible attempt at a Jamaican accent and all, to Shaggy.
Don’t you notice my foot bottom ha ha baby please
Don’t you play with my nose I might ha chum sneeze
Well you a the bun and me a the cheese
And if me a the rice well you a the peas
I’m Mr Boombastic, say me fantastic, touch me in my back he says I’m Mr Ro…mantic
Pietro lost it at the full body roll between 'Ro’ and 'mantic’, his bark of laughter causing Clint to whirl around in horror, staring open-mouthed and in shock as the music continued.
He looked absolutely mortified, like he wished the ground would open up and swallow him whole and Pietro couldn’t help but take pity on him. Part of him really, really wanted to use this. To hold this over Clint for eternity, keeping it like an ace up his sleeve, his assured ticket to getting his own way but, God help him, he must actually be falling for this sarcastic, grumpy, utterly ridiculous archer.
As the chorus started up again, Pietro grinned widely and started to sing along, exaggerating his dance moves until Clint’s face cracked into a smile and he joined in with abandon, the two of them trying to outdo each other, both dissolving into giggles before the end of the song.
Pietro’s heart was racing and as he caught sight of Clint’s flushed cheeks and smiling eyes he knew he was a goner. If he could still find Clint Barton attractive after that? Well, they had a pretty good chance of making it.