3Tony watched Clint sleep, reaching up and brushing the hair out of his face. Clint mumbled something in his sleep and turned into his husband's hands, nuzzling the warmth from the palm of Tony's hand. Tony smiled and lent forward to press a gentle kiss to his forehead before rolling out of bed and padding out of their bedroom and down the hall way to the living room. Tony moved over to the massive tree in the corner of the room and plugged the lights in, grinning at how brightly the lights shined around the purple, red, gold, and black ornaments. Clint had wanted to match their decorations to their gear and insisted that he decorate the tree.
When Clint had told Tony he'd never had a Christmas before, his parents never really caring enough to give his brother or him anything, Tony had decided he was going to give his husband the best Christmas ever. Clint had insisted that wasn't necessary but Tony shushed him and said he didn't have a choice in this. Clint had just rolled his eyes and turned over to go to sleep but Tony hadn't missed the grin that lit up Clint's face at the mention of them celebrating Christmas together.
So here Tony was, standing near a large tree and a giant pile of gifts just for his husband. He bought Clint every toy that he thought a child should have gotten when Clint was a child, something he knew the archer missed out on as a kid. He made, himself, a brand new high tech bow for his husband. Along with a new set of trick arrows. He made sure to buy his husband Legos, just because he loved when Clint got so excited over a toy meant for little boys.
Tony had persisted to JARVIS that the entire penthouse floor be decorated just for Clint, making sure to make some of the décor to Clint's suit just because he could. There wasn't an angle you could turn where a Christmas decoration wasn't light of hung. Tony looked around the room and smiled at how festive it looked.
As a kid, Tony's family always had somewhat sophisticated Christmases; the white lights and the elegant ornaments. Tony always hated that. He didn't feel at home when those decorations were brought out. But now, with the way everything looked, he felt so at home. He was hoping Clint would too.
Tony meandered over to the kitchen to make Clint, as he coined them, his ugly pancakes. They tasted great but were god awful to look at. Tony usually hated cooking but for Clint, he was more than happy to do it.
As Tony moved around the kitchen to gather ingredients and such, he heard movement from their bedroom and beamed, pouring the pancake mixture onto the pan. He heard Clint's graceful feet walking down the hallway followed by a large yawn. Tony chuckled and turned, looking around the corner to spot Clint smiling at the tree.
"Pssst. Barton." He whispered, hoping to gain Clint's attention. Clint looked up and over to the voice he heard, his smiling turning into a large grin.
"You're up early, Stark." He teased and ambled over to his husband, wrapping his arms around Tony and placing soft kisses over his neck. Tony sighed softly and enveloped Clint into a hug, tilting his head back somewhat to allow Clint more access to his throat.
"Merry Christmas, baby." Tony said tenderly and tangled his hands into Clint's hair. Clint pulled back to smile at Tony, bringing a hand up to the genius's face and caressing his cheek. Tony nuzzled into the gentle touch and kissed his palm delicately.
"Merry Christmas, Anthony." Clint repeated and moved away to head into the rest of the kitchen. Tony followed him and headed over to the stove to finish on the pancakes. Clint watched him for a moment before turning to pull plates out from the cabinet and syrup from the fridge. He set them on the counter and he then jumped up on the surface, swinging his legs as he waited for his food.
Tony glanced over his shoulder and winked at his husband, reaching for a plate to serve up the finished pancakes. Tony twisted and placed the plate in his hands, kissing him gently. Clint grinned and jumped down to prepare his breakfast, covering his pancakes completely in syrup.
The engineer then served himself his own pancakes, towing Clint with him to the kitchen table. He sat down and kicked his feet up into Clint's lap after the archer sat down. Clint glared at him and pushed his feet off his legs.
"What? Are you saying you're not my footrest?"
Clint rolled his eyes, "Shut it, Stark."
Tony just smirked and put his feet back up on his lap. Clint threw a piece of pancake at his husband and chuckled when it hit square in the chest. Tony mock gasped and glared at the archer.
"So we're playing dirty?" Tony tore a piece of his pancake and threw back at Clint, snickering when it hit him in the forehead. Clint growled and chucked a piece back. Tony just smirked and started a food fight with Clint until they were both covered in syrup and laughing hysterically on the floor. Clint rolled onto his side and propped himself up on his elbow to look down at Tony. "Is that how Christmas starts?"
Tony sniggered and nodded, "It is now!"
Clint just shook his head and rolled to sit up on his elbows. He wiped syrup from his face, "We should probably shower. "
Tony smirked and ran a hand down Clint's thigh, "You think so?" Clint looked over at him and shook his head, a small smirk rising to his lips.
"No, you clean up this mess. I shower." Tony pouted and whined when Clint stood up, trying to cling himself to Clint's leg. Clint kicked Tony off gently and turned on his heel to walk back to the bathroom.
Tony groaned and stood up, determined to follow his husband. He ran down the hallway and tackled Clint to the floor. Clint yelped as he fell to the floor with a Tony on his back. He looked over his shoulder while he giggled, "Damn. You're needy."
Well, it's finally starting. I'm publishing works of fanfiction! I know this one seems a little late but whatever, it was a present for a friend that I finally got around to starting.
Um. Merry late Christmas?
Sidenote: In this story, Clint and Tony are married. This is based entirely off an RP between myself and give-me-a-scotch (tumblr url).
Disclaimer: I don't own Tony Stark, Clint Barton, or Christmas. Marvel owns the first two and Santa owns the last one. I am not doing this for any sort of amount of money. This is a complete work of fiction.