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"Are you kidding me?" said Clint throwing the magazines onto the Avengers common room table. "You seriously graced both covers as the sexiest person alive? " Clint slide onto the couch, as Tony grinned ear to ear. "Both of them too! It's ridiculous."
Natasha shrugged, sliding onto the couch beside him as he opened a soda, "I'm not that surprised," she said cooly. "I can see it."
Clint scowled, and faked a gagging noise.
"Oh come on Clint, admit it. Even you've been slightly attracted to me," said Tony sliding down into the lazy boy across from him. Clint raised an eyebrow.
"Shut it Stark," he said folding his arm, a slight blush crossing his face and he did not deny the statement.
"Heh, see?" said Tony cockily grinning at Natasha who smiled back.
"I'm in the top 50 for women at least," he mumbled.
"So what? You were beat out by Thor, Rhodes, Sam, Natasha and Cap"
Natasha grinned, and sipped a ginger ale through a straw with a mischievous grin. Clint could only scowl.
"What about me?" said Cap who had just exited a door from the common room that lead to the gym. Small beads of sweat gleamed off his skin, and towel hung around his neck. He must have just finished working out. Tony looked at him and his Adonis figure with slight admiration, and jealously.
Natasha grinned throwing the magazines haphazardly to Cap. "You're in the top 10 sexiest men alive for men and women. We were all beaten by Tony though." Natasha sipped the soda before continuing, "He's being very humble on the matter".
Steve looked flustered flipping through the magazine before pausing on a particular page. "I'm number 9," he mumbled his face turned astonishing red. Tony could't help but wonder how deep the blush went.
Tony snatched the magazine out of his hands much to Caps displeasure. He began to read the description with much vigor, "Ooh let's see. Captain America aka Steve Rogers. Could probably be number one if he tried. The ultimate representation of the American dream," Tony winked "-with to die for abs. He loses points for being too saintly, and perfect. Any women or man who landed this dream boat would have to live in fear of corrupting our fearless hero."
Steve frowned at Tony snatching the magazines back looking at them for a moment. "I'm not saintly,"he muttered. "Also why men and women?" he questioned.
"Well, you made both lists. A few of us did," grinned Natasha. "You know except Clint."
Steve seemed to have been startled by this turn of events into silence.
"Hey, hey" said Clint irritably. "It's not my fault guys don't get me."
"Sure, it isn't" laughed Natasha.
"I'm sure I'm number 51 on the guys list!" said Clint defensively.
"Whatever, helps you sleep better at night," winked Natasha rising from the couch. He grabbed the magazines from Steve putting them back on the couch. Clint eyes seemed to carefully trace her movements.
"You alright?" she asked rubbing circles on Steve's back. Steve looked a little pale.
"Uh yea, I think I just overdid the workout," he said with a small smile.
"See, saintly!" laughed Tony.
Natasha frowned, at him "I'm going to take Steve to his room. You two play nice till I get back."
Clint was flipping through the magazine furiously as if hoping his name had suddenly risen on the list. "Sure," he grumbled.
"Sure thing Tash" Tony said laying back extending the lazy boy.
Natasha rolled her eyes and began talking to Steve in a low hush escorting him away. Tony watched as Clint's eyes followed them to the elevator. He wasn't blind to have noticed his rather large crush on her. Anyone could have seen it a mile away, and it was pretty evident that his ranking on the list had hurt his pride a little bit.
"You know these are just an arbitrary list right?" said Tony in an attempt to comfort him.
"Easy to say when your number one," grumbled Clint who seemed to have bore a hole in his description page. His eyes not meeting Tony'.
"Well, I can't help that anyone and everyone falls for me eventually."
He watched as Clint stopped dead in his tracks, suddenly looking up from the page. "Anyone huh?"
"Well, yea except maybe Drumpf. Though he wishes he could have my wealth-"
"Anyone?" Clint questioned again.
Tony stopped in his tracks. "Well, yeah"
Clint grinned, his mood seemingly doing a 180. "Wanna make a bet?"
Tony wasn't one to say no to a bet. He was a gambling guy. "Sure, why not?" said Tony. "What are the stakes?"
"Well, if I win you run around Avengers tower on the street naked, and if I lose I do the same."
Tony grinned, "Deal. What's the bet? And it better be a real challenge"
"Make Steve Rogers fall in love with you. You've got a year from today. And it has to be real love. "
"What?" said Tony startled.
"I thought you wanted a challenge" said Clint grinning ear to ear.
"Yea, but-"
"I thought you said you could make anyone fall for you"
"Yea it's just-"
"Well hop to it Stark. You've only got a year." said Clint who walked away.
Dammit, he had been tricked. He flipped over the magazine to the page where Cap appeared with a ripped shirt rescuing a kitten from rubble in the midst of a destroyed Manhattan. Saint, indeed. Well, at least Clint had picked someone attractive, and not you know Drumpf. Small blessings he guessed. How did you get a guy who hated your guts to fall in love with you? Maybe he should consult google? Or some rom coms? Maybe some 1950's movies or some shoujo manga?
"Suggestions Jarvis?" he asked in desperation to the ceiling.
"Not, really Sir. Just that your going to need a lot of luck."
"Thanks a lot," he grumbled to the ceiling.
"Not a problem Sir," JARVIS replied wittily.