46Bruce began to protest but Clint put his hands up to hush him.
"Bruce, I trust you. You can control it." Clint walked over to him. "Stand up."
When Bruce stood up, Clint hugged him tightly. "You can do it." he whispered into his neck.
Clint pulled away and looked at Bruce. He rolled his eyes and reluctantly agreed. Clint literally jumped with joy.
When he calmed down, he reached into his pocket and pulled out the black watch-like device.
"Okay, you'll need to put this on." he said, taking Bruce's hand and attaching it around his wrist.
"What is it?"
"It's a Cloak. It basically makes you invisible to any sensors which try to determine your identity. Obviously you don't have clearance so if the sensors picked you up, there'd be agents on us within 10 seconds."
"Ah." replied Bruce. "What about you, though?"
"Well I, as a matter of fact, am a high-ranking S.H.I.E.L.D agent so I have clearance to go out the front door, you know." said Clint with a pompous look on his face.
Bruce chuckled and punched him on the shoulder.
"Right, grab your case and let's go."
-o-
"Just keep moving, just keep moving." whispered Clint, barely moving his lips.
This was it.
The front entrance was right at the end of the corridor, but there were agents and different members of personnel everywhere. They had to keep their cool. If one of the agents noticed them and asked Clint for proof that Bruce had clearance, they would be done for.
They had already passed all of the digital security, with help from the Cloak.
But this was where the danger was.
"Keep a steady pace. Act as though you're allowed to come through here." Clint added.
Clint nodded at various people in greeting.
His heart skipped a beat as one of the agents he frequently worked with came up to him.
We're fucked he thought.
"Hey Clint." said the Agent.
"Hey there Tom, I'm sorry about this, but I need to go." replied Clint, not stopping.
"Ahh, I see Banner finally got clearance. You have Fury under the thumb! Oh well, see you later!" Tom walked away and disappeared in the crowd.
Clint wiped the sweat off his brow.
Close one.
Nearly there...
They were a few feet from the entrance when they heard a shout.
"Hey, where are you going? Banner doesn't have clearance!" said a voice in the crowd.
Clint looked around for a second, nothing was happening.
"RUN!" he shouted.
He grabbed Bruce's hand and they both ran out of the double doors as nearly a dozen S.H.I.E.L.D. agents began to chase them.
The car was already waiting for them with the door open.
When they reached it, Clint pushed Bruce in, case and all, and then jump in himself, his own case landing on Bruce.
"DRIVE DRIVE DRIVE!" he screamed at the driver.
Off they went, speeding away from various agents just watching them as they went, obviously not being able to run fast enough.
Clint moved and closed the car door so they wouldn't fall out.
They both sat there panting, their cases on the floor.
As the building went out of view, Bruce started to chuckle.
Clint looked over, with a puzzled expression on his face.
Bruce's giggling turned into full blown hysterical laughter.
"That's the most fun I've had in years." he wheezed between laughs.
Clint smiled and started to laugh with him.
They were like this until they arrived at the airport.
-o-
They got out next to a small private jet.
Bruce just stared at it as Clint walked over to the man standing next to the stairs.
He shook hands with the man.
"I appreciate this, Stark," he said smiling. "And I think he does too." he added, nodding towards Bruce.
"It's nothing, really." said Tony, brushing away the appreciation with his hand.
He handed Clint a brief case. "Everything should be in there."
Clint nodded and went back to Bruce.
"C'mon, let's go."
Bruce walked with Clint as he spotted Tony.
He stopped and looked at the man.
"So you're the one doing this for us?" he asked, his tone a little resentful.
Tony nodded.
"I really am sorry for what I said."
Bruce studied him for a few seconds before putting his hand out. Tony took it and they shook hands.
"Thank you." finished Bruce.
"You better hurry up or they'll be here soon."
He let go of his hand and went over to Clint.
"This is it." said Clint.
They both climbed the stairs into the plane. They turned back to wave to Tony before going in.
The interior reminded Clint of the interior of Tony's apartment in his tower. All glass and leather.
There were only two seats in the whole compartment so they packed away their suitcases and sat down.
"We're moving to England." Clint said suddenly.
Bruce just stared at him.
"What?"
"London." Clint replied excitedly.
"Moving?" Bruce asked.
"Yup!"
Clint pulled the briefcase that Tony gave him onto the table and opened it.
The plane started to move and take off while Clint was doing this.
He pulled out what looked like a passport and handed it to Bruce.
He flicked through it until he saw that it was a passport with his picture in it.
"It's your new identity." Clint added.
Bruce looked at it.
"Bruce... Farrow? My name is now Bruce Farrow?"
"Yes it is," Clint said, smiling. "And in this case is all of the legal documents we need and the address of our new house." Clint added.
"... Our?" Bruce asked.
"Well, uh, ours, if you want..." Clint trailed off.
Bruce looked at him.
"Of course."
He moved and kissed Clint.
"So what's your new name?" he asked.
Clint blushed a little.
"Umm, Clint." he whispered.
"Yes?"
"Clint Farrow." he finished.
Oh.
Bruce stared at him for a while and then started smiling.
Clint smiled back at him.
Bruce laughed and put his arm around Clint's shoulders.
"So, how does it feel to be living with a freak like me?" he asked smirking.
"You're not a freak," Clint replied. "You're just unusual. Very very unusual."
A/N
Well, that's it!
I hope you enjoyed this story!
If I get enough reviews, I might write a sequel.
Thanks for reading!