#Ah yes nothing like flirting in a dingy bathroom while one of you guys is tying up a drug dealer.

[hawkbucks]

Thank you for breaking my heart :))) Can I ask for another one? Because misc no. 6 literally screams IronHawk rights I'd say ;) Thank you~ 🍩🍩🍩

6. “Did you seriously just get your foot stuck in a toilet?” “Maybe.”

“Tony? Yeah, uh, d’you think you can trace my location? I’m kind of... stuck.” Clint looks at the unconscious man sitting propped up against the wall across from him as he talks into his communicator. It was supposed to be routine drug bust; these guys were selling to kids, and he didn’t appreciate that at all. Except that the fight ended up moving into the bathroom, and, desperate for a foothold, he ended up putting his boot into a... yeah. He can only be glad that it was dry. 

“What do you mean stuck? Are you okay?” Tony asks. Clint can hear the whirring of gears and metal being slotted into place. “It says you’re in Hell’s Kitchen. Couldn’t you leave that stuff to Daredevil?”

“I was in the neighborhood,” Clint defends, shrugging his shoulders although he knows Tony can’t see. “And I’m fine, it’s just that I’m, uh... in a bathroom.” 

Tony sighs. Clint knows that Tony’s pinching the bridge of his nose. It’s what he does when he’s frustrated-slash-worried. “I know you, Clint, I know you and your shenanigans. You’re in a bathroom, you’re stuck--did you seriously get your foot stuck in a toilet?” 

“Maybe? No?” Clint pauses for a couple of seconds. “Yeah. I did. Please hurry. My ankle is tingling.” 

“I should be there...” Tony trails off. Then, the door opens and their connection cuts. “Now.” The faceplate of his helmet slides back, mouth turning into a grimace. “Oh my god, you really weren’t kidding when you said you got your foot stuck in a toilet.” 

Clint shoots Tony an offended look. “I wouldn’t joke about something like this. Get me out. I’m tired and I want to cuddle.” 

“Did you knock that guy out?” Tony gestures at the man up against the wall. 

“I did. Get me out.” 

Tony walks over, the right hand of his armor turning into something not unlike a hammer. “You’re lucky that thing is dry.” 

“Oh god, I know.” Clint cringes at the idea of liquid seeping into his boot. He quickly chases those thoughts away. There’s a time and place for him to lose his lunch, and this is neither of those. 

Tony sets to breaking the porcelain away. It’s really rather easy considering how strong his armor is. Once all the porcelain is gone, he allows Clint to lean on him as he tries to gain back feeling in his foot. “Do you want to go get a burger before we head back home?” 

“Please. With extra onions.”

“I’m not kissing you if you get extra onions.” 

“You’d kiss me regardless. Also, we should call Daredevil or something to clean up the mess I made.” Clint tilts his head towards the still unconscious man. 

Tony lifts an eyebrow. “Do you have his number?” 

“Of course I do... no, I don’t. I was just going to tie him up and leave him out on the street with a post-it that says ‘clean up for Daredevil’.” 

“You still have rope arrows?” 

“Yeah.”

“I’ll do it. You lean against the sink.”

Clint just does that. He equips a tipless arrow shaft with one of his rope tips and hands it over to Tony. “You look good with an arrow in your hand. You ever consider archery lessons?” 

Tony snorts. His gauntlets retract, leaving his bare hands as he moves the man around to get the rope around him. “Once, back when I was 14. I wanted to be like Robin Hood.” 

“That’s so cute,” Clint responds gleefully. Now he can’t get the image of little Tony with a green hat and a red arrow sticking out of it out of his head. 

“I’ll find another toilet and stick your foot back into it,” Tony threatens. 

“You wouldn’t do that. You like me too much.” 

“Maybe I do.” Tony finishes tying the man up and uses one of his lasers to cut off the excess rope. “Maybe.” 

“You do.” 

“I do.” 

#Ah yes nothing like flirting in a dingy bathroom while one of you guys is tying up a drug dealer. #cw drugs #Just to be safe! #ironhawk #filled #justsomeoneunordinary

[ohfortheloveofnaruto]

I'm a dingdong and can't find the proper prompt place (unless this is it?!) but I am SUPER interested in the drug use and violence starter. 👌 And angst. I thrive off that. ❤❤ Thanks!

cutie you got the right place and I’ am a sucker for this trope so this will be a  longer one, enjoy babe! (admin @wiccankonan)

He wasn’t sure what it was that made these nights occur, where he would find himself in the dark, rusted streets, the neon lights of the city casting off the puddles of water, making the reflection the one beautiful thing in a place birthed from cement and tears. 

Yet here he was, again. What trigger had found him in this known scene? Out of habit he felt his pocket to find the bottle that contained his perfect poison, popping open the cap with slim, pale fingers he counted them again. 

Five? he thought in dismay. Did the piece of shit he let fuck him last night raid his stash? He was sure he had ten xans left and that was suppose to get him through the next three days…. Not ideal, but enough to function. 

He shrugged, whatever, one dick suck and a pity fuck and he’d get anything he wanted. He wasn’t particularly egocentric of his looks, he just took full advantage of the privilege it was to be as beautiful and striking as he. Raven black hair that in perfect lighting carried hues of bluebird blue, that with his smoldering eyes, he basically could get anything he wanted without much of a fuss. 

La Vie En Rosewas a tiny little club and wasn’t much to write home about. It was dingy but the music was always loud, and there was always what he was looking for in times like this - because dissociation was better than numbness in his mind. 

It was just the beginning of Fall so the weather was becoming chilly and a gust of wind reached past him as he opened the front door and took his usual cornered seat and waited. 

The bartender here knew him well enough, she was a beautiful redhead, who sometimes snuck off to bathroom to do coke and invited him once or twice. He could imagine himself with a person like that, someone broken. You could see it on her very skin. He of course never asked why, but one day, crying, she told him what they had done to her and forced him to promise to never speak of it again and like a prayer it sealed his lips. He knew what it meant to carry wounds that he did not want bared to the world, the very world which made them. 

“It’s a busy night.” The soothing familiar voice whispered from behind him.

 “It’s sprite and gin…well mostly gin” she winked as she scurried past to attend to the other rowdy men and women on the hunt for the same desperate and raging fix.

Sasuke smiled graciously and took his sip… She wasn’t fucking kidding, and honestly he expected nothing less from the infamous Karin Uzumaki. 

Not feeling very inspired, Sasuke took out his sketchbook anyway. Hoping that maybe a draft of smoke, a sudden passing smell, a particular glance would stir some feeling in him to make something again. It had been so long now. Long enough that it physically ached.

Lighting a cigg, he eyed the atmosphere about him - the rustling room filled with girls in short skirts, laughing with one another, looking like they were enjoying themselves, Sasuke didn’t feel a thing though. 

Maybe he took too much xan….or maybe not quite enough… before he could think another thought - a crashing noise caught his attention, his lynx like eyes narrowing in on the sound. 

Immediately a commotion ensued, some running to and away from the the drama unfolding. 

“Sasuke!” his body registered the voice before his mind could and he was already at his feet, elbowing his way to the barkeep.

What he first took in was Karin - wide eyed, with her cell in hand, and a bloodied lip - next to her was the tanned, defined figure of a blonde man, who currently was holding another mans face to the counter.

“Say it again.” the blonde grunted, grabbing his prey by the hair and smashing his face into the mahogany table…once….twice…

“Say it again and I will let you go.” The voice was laced with an odd earnesty and the other man coughed out, blood pouring from his head and his mouth

“I’m sorry.” he gurgled. 

“Mm…. I don’t think that’s what you said before…Karin is that what he said? Maybe I’m just crazy.” the blonde laughed, something in his guffaw was more disturbing than the psychical power this man showed.

“Try again?” he spoke almost with politeness, giving him another smash against the table.

“You’re gonna fucking kill him, Naruto please!” Karin screamed, the rawness in her voice was palpable. 

“I called you a fucking faggot. I’m sorry. I called you a faggot that’s what I said please fuck..please…. please I’m sorry.”

As promised, the man was released and he staggered, supported only by the one friend he had flanking him. They took off to the back, not bothering to look behind them. Possibly knowing best not to.

“That wasn’t so hard was it?” the blonde grinned and eyed the table before he found what he was apparently looking for.

Ah whiskey, he downed it in one gulp and Sasuke’s cock twitched involuntarily, honestly - he had a basic idea of what had happened and it was enough to know he wanted to figure out more about this Naruto character and more importantly, why the fuck Karin had kept him hidden this long. 

“You’re lucky their not calling the fucking cops, Naruto. What the fuck?” The red head scorned as she wrapped ice in paper clothes and handed it to the blonde to apply to his blood stained knuckles.

“I had it under control.” 

Sasuke’s eyes widened for a fraction of a moment at the rapid change of demeanor in this kid, he almost sounded like a child being scorned by his mother. 

“Whose this one?” Naruto jutted his chin towards Sasuke, who frowned at him, looking indignant. 

“A friend of Karin’s and you?” Maybe he shouldn’t have sounded so harsh to a guy who nearly smashed someones brains in, but Sasuke had a temper of his own. 

“Feisty, just like I like them.”

“Shut up Naurto, this is Sasuke - Sasuke this is my cousin, Naurto.”

The blonde extended his hand, and Sasuke met him half way and the moment they touched a delicious sensation crawled through their veins.

I’m fucking him tonight Naruto thought as he eyed him, taking in his thin, yet undeniably compact and sturdy figure, skin like porcelain and eyes that spoke of defiance. 

“Can I get you a drink, looks like you’re running close to dry.” 

Sasuke peeked down, he must have spilled on his way to see the commotion. While he wanted to take him on his offer, the patch about the others hand had him weary… Which was peculiar since he usually couldn’t really give a shit. 

“Do you need like….a ride to the hospital? Your hand looks pretty wrecked.”

“Fucking hate hospitals and had worse.” Motioning with his head, he directed Sasuke to sit by him. 

“Let me get you that drink, Karin’s told me some about you, though you’re a lot better looking than she lead on and she went off pretty hard on that part.”

A distant “Fuck you.” was heard from the back of house and Naruto giggled. Yes, the same man who just nearly killed someone - was fucking giggling like some sort of school boy. Intrigued, Sasuke could not help himself and found no compulsion to either.

“You’re not too bad yourself.” and it wasn’t a lie, sun-kissed skin stretched perfectly over his taut muscular frame, his hair like a halo around his sparkling and lively ocean eyes.

“Are you flirting with me?” Seeing Sasuke’s pout, Naurto chortled softly, nodding his thanks to Karin as he slid Sasuke’s drink to him while Naruto downed his own with gusto. 

“Karin’s never mentioned you before.” Sasuke blurted this out before truly taking in what repercussions this might take.

“Ah…well.” Naruto scratched the back of his head, eyeing him sheepishly. “I’ve kinda been like…on an extended vacation of sorts.” 

“He means jail.” 

“Karin fuck off, honestly.” 

For probably the first time in months Sasuke found himself laughing, a real honest, true laugh that radiated warmth through his core. If only he could have seen the way Naruto looked at him as he did.

“Anger issues?” It wasn’t a hard conclusion to come to but it made Naruto pivot and eye him, curiously. 

Cocking his head slightly, he snapped his fingers as if he’d just deciphered some abstract work of art. “Let me guess…Drug issues because its the only way you can stand to be around half these people.”

“How very perceptive of you and to say half is being generous.”

Naruto smiled at that and the raven smiled back,

….

(to be continued)