tony & clint, shopping for their significant others (tony/pepper, clint/coulson)
Clint's phone buzzed in his pocket, and he very nearly missed the bullseye. "Damn it," he muttered to himself as he set his bow down and fished it out of his pants. "Barton," he snapped.
"Are you decent?" Stark asked instead of saying 'hello' like a normal fucking person.
"Never," Clint retorted.
"Be in the lobby in five minutes or I'm coming to get you," he said, then hung up with a decisive 'snick.'
Four minutes later, Clint was in the lobby of Stark Tower, eyeing Tony warily. "First of all, how do you get your phone to do that click thing when you hang up? I know for a fact you have a touch screen StarkPhone. And secondly, what the hell, Stark?"
Tony grinned. "I programmed my phone to make that sound so it felt better to hang up on the members of my board. I had to take it off Pepper's line, though; she got pissy. Now get in, loser, we're going shopping."
"You just quoted 'Mean Girls,' yet I'm the one with the boyfriend," Clint said as he followed Tony down to the garage. "How does that make sense?"
"And my fashion sense is about a thousand times better than yours," Tony agreed. "You're the worst gay guy in the history of ever."
"Shut it Stark. Why are we going shopping again?"
He shrugged as he revved the engine and backed out of the spot without looking. "I have it on good authority that you haven't gotten Agent Boyfriend a Christmas present yet," he said, using the nickname he'd given Coulson once he found out about his and Clint's relationship and used gleefully ever since. "And," he continued, pulling into NYC traffic with a level of recklessness that gave even Clint heart palpitations, "after last year's quote-unquote debacle, I am contractually prohibited from shopping for Pepper's Christmas present. I'm required to buy something off a pre-approved list."
Clint blinked as Tony swerved around a bus, narrowly missing a taxicab as he slid the two-seater sportscar back into the lane. "Let me guess," he said slowly, "she didn't contractually prohibit you from buying her something not on the list, but since you can't go shopping for her, you're taking me as an alibi."
"See, I knew Agent Boyfriend wasn't just dating you for your biceps," Tony said. "You get a gold star!"
Clint grinned. This was going to be fun.