Bruce's eyes fluttered open.

That was the best sleep he'd had in a long time.

He was looking at the ceiling, it looked a little different from usual but he didn't care, he was still half asleep.

Wait a moment, Bruce thought. This is oddly familiar... as is that ceiling.

He was about to turn his head when he realised someone was nuzzling into his neck.

Clint.

Both of them were lying on Clint's bed, fully clothed, with Clint holding onto Bruce like a cuddly toy.

He stayed there, feeling Clint's breath tickle his neck.

They had spent hours talking and kissing. Bruce can't actually remember when they fell asleep.

Clint talked about his childhood mostly, and how he ended up working for S.H.I.E.L.D.

Bruce just talked about his scientific research, which bored Clint a little but he didn't show it.

He asked what Bruce liked to do in his free time, in which Bruce replied with "work".

They laughed and kissed some more, and then they must have fallen asleep.

Bruce chuckled under his breath at the thought; they were like teenagers.

The slight movement caused Clint to shift a little. He hugged Bruce tighter and kissed Bruce's neck tenderly. Bruce sighed.

"Mornin'." whispered Bruce.

"'Sup, sexy?" Clint replied, muffled by Bruce's neck.

Bruce snorted and went slightly red at the noise he just made.

Clint smiled and moved so that he was in the same position as Bruce.

They both stared at the ceiling.

"Do you think they untangled themselves?" asked Clint.

Bruce's brows furrowed.

"What?"

"Yesterday, with Fury, do you think they untangled their arms?"

"Oh." said Bruce. "Probably not."

Clint giggled. A manly giggle, obviously.

Bruce turned his head and just stared at Clint.

Clint turned his head and just stared at Bruce.

"Can we kiss again?" asked Clint.

Bruce grinned.

He slid closer to Clint.

"Of course."

Their lips met again. It was a tender kiss. Slow and sensual.

Vrrrrrrrm. The door slid open.

"Hey Clint, I brought you some-"

Steve stood at the door, carrying a tray with a couple of cups on it and wearing a shocked expression on his face.

Bruce and Clint pulled away from each other as they heard Steve.

Steve just stared at them for a while, his cheeks a fiery red. Bruce wasn't sure if it was from anger or embarrassment.

He turned swiftly and walked away. The door closed automatically.

Bruce sighed.

"You should go and talk to him."

Clint looked confused.

"Why me? You go." he replied smirking, going in for another kiss.

"Trust me, you should talk to him." said Bruce.

Clint looked at him a little longer then sighed.

"Oh, alright."

Clint jumped up out of the bed and winked at Bruce.

"I'll be right back."

-o-

Knock, knock, knock.

Clint stood at Steve's door.

He pressed the button and the door slid open.

The first thing Clint registered was the pain in his jaw.

Where did that come from?

That was when he realised he'd just been punched in the face.

"Oh my god, Clint!" Steve shouted, leaning down.

"God damn, why did you punch me?" replied Clint, hissing at the pain all over his lower face.

"I-I thought you were someone else..." stammered Steve, helping Clint to his feet.

"Damn, you must hate whoever you thought it was." Clint rubbed his chin slowly, wincing.

"Please, take a seat on the sofa and I'll get you some ice."

Steve ran to the kitchen area of his quarters whilst Clint sat down.

He came rushing back with an ice pack.

Clint took it gratefully and placed it softly to his face, but hissed at the contact.

"Here." said Steve, who took the pack from Clint and applied it to Clint's face a little softer.

"Thanks..." said Clint, feeling a little awkward.

Steve put the ice pack down and moved his head closer to Clint's to examine the bruises on his chin more clearly.

He could feel Clint's breath on his face.

Clint closed his eyes from the pain. He felt breath on his lips.

Just before he opened his eyes, Steve's lips were on his own.

Clint's reaction was instantaneous.

His fist came up, half-punching and half-pushing Steve's face away. He stood up and ran away from the sofa. Steve stayed on the sofa, looking at the floor, his hand rubbing where Clint had struck him.

"WHAT THE HELL, STEVE?" Clint shouted.

Steve stayed silent, still staring at the floor.

Clint just stared at him for a while, his chest heaving with anger.

His eyes widened when something clicked in his mind.

"You thought I was Bruce when you punched me!"

Silence.

Clint walked away slowly, and then ran out of the room.