Tony Stark

|| 21+ writer || Descriptive MV SS AU #AURP

"You know who I am."

Keeping @BirdWithABow in his crosshairs.

[Tony Stark @_Caged_Heart]

Tony Stark

-MCU based
-MV but SS
-Open to most SLs so reach out if you want to plot
-Friendly writer
-21+ only please; MDNI

[Tony Stark @_Caged_Heart]

@BirdWithABow -on this whole farm thing, aren’t you?” A small grin appeared.

[Tony Stark @_Caged_Heart]

@BirdWithABow -sounds dangerously peaceful,” Tony said. “I’m not sure my nervous system knows what to do with that.” He paused. “But I’d like to find out.” He shifted closer, resting against Clint more comfortably. “Coffee, pastries, sunrise…” Tony mused. “You’re really trying to sell me-

[Tony Stark @_Caged_Heart]

@BirdWithABow -relax’ is the most suspicious operation name I’ve ever heard.”

[Tony Stark @_Caged_Heart]

@BirdWithABow -This way it’s clean” He leaned in closer. “You’ve got nothing to prove here,” Tony murmured. His hand slid up slightly, fingers curling lightly at the back of Clint’s neck. Then, because he couldn’t leave it too serious for too long, his lips twitched. “Even if ‘mission-

[Tony Stark @_Caged_Heart]

Ditto.

[Clint Barton @BirdWithABow]

True @_Caged_Heart

[Tony Stark @_Caged_Heart]

@BirdWithABow -Tony murmured, voice low and steady. “Professional. Responsible. Slightly terrifying.” His lips twitched. “I’m proud of you. Don’t let it go to your head.” He shifted just enough to press a slow, lingering kiss against Clint’s lips in return.

[Tony Stark @_Caged_Heart]

@BirdWithABow -returned, because he couldn’t let it stay too serious for too long. “Also, implying I’d build something that could level a city while on vacation?” he scoffed lightly. “Rude. Inaccurate.” A pause followed. “…Probably accurate,” he amended under his breath. “You did good,” -

[Tony Stark @_Caged_Heart]

@BirdWithABow -calmer. “Breakfast can wait another minute,” he murmured, settling back against him without hesitation. “This part’s still my favorite.”

[Tony Stark @_Caged_Heart]

@BirdWithABow -hand slid along Clint’s side like he was still waking up piece by piece. “Also,” he continued, a faint smirk returning, “did you just assign ‘mission relax’ to Fury? Because I need to hear how that email was phrased. Preferably verbatim.” Tony exhaled again, this time lighter,-