My apologies to Coco Chanel. The bunnies made me do it.
“Where’s all your adornment, Barton?” Clint loves his man jewelry, and Tony loves to tease him about it. In truth, the guy does have decent taste, even if he doesn’t seem to follow that rule about taking one thing off before leaving the house. Pepper loves that rule, lives by that rule. Tony has caught her literally following that rule, leaving one accessory on a table or counter, or even in the car.
But Barton loves his silver rings, his leather wrist wraps, his punk watches. He has necklaces and charms he wears in pairs and groups of three, he has beads and baubles and chains, he even has some handmade woven bracelets from fans. Anytime he thinks he can get away with it, whenever he’s fairly certain they won’t be called to action and he’s required to dress up a little, he wears at least six pieces of jewelry. At least. It’s usually at an event, like the annual Stark Industries gala, or Tony’s personal New Year’s party. That one time Coulson made him attend the super secret spy fundraiser. (Tony still isn’t sure how funds are raised when no one is supposed to know why they’re there or who’s hosting. But apparently it’s a yearly thing, so it must work somehow.) At Hill’s wedding, and when they’d managed to attend Coulson’s reunion thing. (Clint actually had been called to work then, but it wasn’t as if he could have planned for Coulson’s old sergeant to have some kind of mental implant, and for that implant to have made him go on a rampage when it short-circuited.) So to see Clint now, all dressed up in a suit (no tie, shirt casually unbuttoned at the top) but sans silver is just fucking weird.
“Seriously. No bracelets or necklaces, even?”
But Barton just shakes his head, slaps Natasha’s hand away as she tugs on the hem of his jacket, and takes a breath. “Text Pepper,” he says. “Ask her if it’s time.”
Tony obeys, though he bitches about it as he does so. “See, this is why you should at least be wearing a watch. I am not your message service, Katniss. I am not Western Union. I have better things to do than— Oh. Pepper says to come on down.”
Clint laughs, a little high and manic. “Clint Barton, come on down!”
“Yeah,” Tony adds. “I’m not Bob Barker either.”
“You ready?” Natasha asks, ignoring the both of them in favor of the mission objective.
Clint nods and squares his shoulders before moving to the door. Tony would think that the man was marching to his doom but for the smile he gets as they board the elevator. He’s not meeting his fate (or maybe he is, to the romantically inclined. Tony is not one of those people), he’s just meeting Coulson. Coulson and their friends and teammates.
And a justice of the peace. Can’t forget that.
Tony looks at Barton’s left hand, at the bare fingers, and absolutely does not smile.