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TONY’S P.O.V.
Tony Stark was busy working in his lab, blasting Black Sabbath and AC/DC as he welded and created. He was almost finished updating JARVIS and all of his workings when he realized he needed another important piece of the puzzle. Wires in a large box had to be rearranged to give himself more power to use; and if he didn’t do that, all of the electricity in Stark Towers would be gone. And these wires happened to be about a dozen floors above where Tony was working. He was feeling too lazy to go all the way up there, so he thought of his options.
Most of them were not available:
- Steve and Natasha were on a mission for S.H.I.E.L.D. in a top secret place
- Thor was with Jane Foster, since S.H.I.E.L.D. let him have a week off
- Bruce went to a meeting with the world’s top scientists (and he would be representing the Gamma field)
- Pepper was taking Tony’s place in another meeting he neglected to take part in
Tony’s mind went blank until… AHA! The Hawk, of course! The one problem with that was that Tony couldn’t summon him using JARVIS because he was being repaired and upgraded at the moment. He reached for his cell phone and dialed for Clint. Hawkeye picked up.
“Hello?”
“Hey, birdbrains. I need you to go up to the fifteenth floor and do something for me.”
“And why should I?”
“Because… Because you owe me, remember?”
“No.”
“Yeah. I got you out of that tough spot with Nat. Remember when she was freaking out over what you did to her—”
“Okay, okay!”
Tony smirked.
“What exactly am I looking for?"
"Can’t miss it. It’s a big box filled with all cables and wires–”
“What exactly do you need wires for? Isn’t your building running on clean energy?”
“Can it, Legolas. I need you to switch out the red, blue and white wires on the top slot.”
“What?”
“You’ll see what I mean when you see it. And the red needs to go in the white, the blue needs to go in the red, and the white needs to go into the blue. Got it?”
“Yeah, I think so. You suck so much.”
“I know. Thanks, Barton.”
CLINT’S P.O.V.
Clint hung up, clambered out of bed (since it was quite early in the morning) and headed to the fifteenth floor of Stark Towers. He took the elevator down almost twenty floors because he liked having his room higher in the air. When he reached his designated floor, there was only one turn possible to make, and that was right. He walked down a hallway built for one person. He followed the single path until he reached a large chromium door. He opened it and inside was not a wall of wires like Clint had expected, but a whole other room. He sighed, figuring it was just like Tony to have an entire room dedicated to plugs, cables, and wires.
It was pretty dark in the room, but Clint walked in a bit more and a blue light met his eyes. It was coming from one area of the room only. He guessed that that was what he was looking for. Hawkeye approached the bright blue light. He wasn’t exactly paying attention to his surroundings as well as he should have been. For when he came within a yard of the wall with the glowing wires, his foot caught on a large tube on the ground. He tripped on this and was sent headfirst into the shelf of wires.
Clint screamed as he felt himself plummeting downward, until he was caught by the many wires now entangled around him. He coughed from having one wire wrapped around his stomach, which was one of the ones that broke his fall. When he finally got the strength to open his eyes, he saw nothing but darkness. The wires that were once shining blue were not distinguishable from any of the other ones. Hawkeye had no idea where he was.
Now, about the position he was in… Clint was at a vertical angle, and his arms were wrapped in wires above his head. His legs were trapped in even more cords below him, feet sticking out at the end. And due to the fall, his light-fabric sleeping shirt had ridden up just below his pectorals. There was the one cord mentioned before that held his waist in place, as well. Overall, it was a pretty embarrassing position to be found in.
Clint tried to get himself untangled from the wires, but to no avail. When that decision was in vain, Clint remembered his cell phone he brought with him. A small light came from below him just then and he craned his head to look down. It was his cell phone, which had probably fallen from his fall. It was lighting up and buzzing. Clint bet that was Tony asking what was taking him so long. Still, even if he did have the phone on him, he wouldn’t be able to reach it because of his immoveable arms.
The phone stopped buzzing and darkness fell upon the room once again. Hawkeye sighed. Had all of his years training come to this? Not even able to free himself from a bunch of wires.
After a few minutes of him just hanging there, his midsection beginning to get cold, a light burst out of nowhere to the left of Clint. He squinted his eyes from the new flood of light entering the room.
“Thought I’d find you in here, Hawk.”
Clint was almost happy to hear the quick remarks of Tony.
“How’d you know I’d be in this place?”
“Well, when all the power in the building went out I figured you screwed up. But when I couldn’t find you upstairs, and I saw my entire wall of wires missing, I came down here. And how exactly did you manage to get yourself in a position like this?” Tony held back a laugh.
“I don’t know…” Clint was afraid of confiding in Tony that the reason he ended up like this was because he tripped.
“Can you just get me down from here?”
“Umm… not yet, Barton. I think I need to punish you for turning off my power when I was almost finished giving JARVIS a major upgrade,” Tony walked closer to Clint’s immobile body, paying close attention to his naked midsection.
“Stark, get me down now.”
“Calm down, I’m not gonna hurt you…. But I was wondering,” Tony raised his hand up to Clint’s stomach, “If maybe the Hawk had a bit of a… weakness.”
“What weakness?”
“You know, the usual… water, fire, weapons… Kryptonite… tickling.”
Clint’s eyes widened at the last suggestion.
“Get me down, Tony.”
“Not yet.”
Tony wiggled his fingers against Clint’s toned belly, getting the reaction he hoped for. Clint flinched and bit his lip so he wouldn’t laugh.
“Oh, I think my little birdie here is ticklish."
"No, I’m not. Just untangle me from thehehese– hey!” Clint tried yelling at Tony when he lightly tickled his stomach again.
Tony smirked and attacked Clint’s sides as well. Clint bucked in his bonds, trying his hardest not to let any noises escape his lips.
“Stohop…”
“Oh, I’ll stop when I feel like you’ve been punished enough, Legolas."
Tony used both of his hands to work on Hawkeye’s stomach and sides to try and get a reaction out of him. Clint was no longer able to hold in his laughter at this point, and let it out starting with a scream.
"AH! Tonihihihihy! Stahahahahap ihit! NohoHAHAHA!”
Clint laughed and struggled in the wires holding him in the air. Tony enjoyed this new discovery of his very much. He tickled the sides more vigorously and that made Clint’s laughter raise in volume.
“IHIHI’M GONNA KIHIHIHILL YOHOHOU, TONIHIHIHIHIHY! STAHAHAHAP! HAHAHAHAHA!”
Iron Man continued his exploration, experimenting with Clint’s thighs and knees. He even got to work on Hawkeye’s feet for a time, which brought on a whole new wave of thrashing from his captive.
By the time Tony decided to give Hawkeye a break, the archer was red in the face and quite sweaty. His breathing was heavy, and he was still trying to get rid of the giggles that randomly bubbled up in his throat.
“T-Tony… no mohore…” Clint begged.
“I’m not done yet, Witherwings. I still have more canvas to paint on.”
Clint groaned, too weak to get himself untangled from the cords. Tony walked around the man hung in wires before him, taking in every inch of his body, trying to decide which portion of it he would attack next. The billionaire made his way back to the front of Clint’s body and moved in. He traced his fingers lightly along Clint’s stomach, ribs, and sides. Hawkeye shuddered and giggled.
Tony moved his hands upward until he was caressing Clint’s underarms still covered by his night shirt. Clint’s body bucked again, and his arms pulled against their restraints. Tony grinned.
“I think I found my favorite spot, Big Bird.”
Tony teased Hawkeye’s pits a bit more before getting to work. He yanked Clint’s shirt all the way behind his head so it restrained his arms even more.
“Tony, don’t. I’ve been in enough torture and I don’t need to-tohoohoo–AH! DOHOHAHAHAHAHAHAN’T!”
Tony had wiggled his fingers, harder than before, in one of Clint’s now bare armpits. This gave him a strong reaction so he went with it. He dug his fingers into both of them and Clint squealed. His laughter also rose about three octaves, as well. The wires holding his arms captive were put under the most strain yet.
“TONIHIHIHIHIHY! DOHOHON’T… STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!”
“Don’t stop? Okay.”
“NOHOHOHOHAHAHA! YOUHUHU KNOW WHAT IHIHI SAHAHAHAHAID!
Clint felt close to death at this point.
TONY’S P.O.V.
Tony chuckled himself now, hearing Clint laugh like this. His head was level with Clint’s chest, and he watched as Hawkeye’s stomach rose and fell rapidly with his laughter. His toned belly was also glistening with sweat. It made his abs even more noticeable… WAIT, WHAT?! Nonononono, Tony wasn’t thinking things like this about his partner… was he? No. He’s Tony freaking Stark. And Tony Stark does not like boys. He likes girls… hot girls. Yeah, that settles it.
Tony tickled Clint even harder in his pits, relishing the reaction he was getting. Then he got an evil idea. He would cap off his torture with this.
Tony slowed down his tickling on Hawkeye’s underarms until Clint wasn’t laughing as hard as before. Iron Man leaned his head in until his lips rested on Clint’s stomach. Tony chuckled into Clint’s skin when he heard an audible gasp come from the archer.
"Tonihihihihy! Pleehehehehease, don’t!” Clint pleaded with the billionaire. Tony hadn’t even started on him yet, and Clint thought the goatee was tickling him enough. It was that unpleasant, itchy type of tickle.
Tony didn’t listen to Clint’s begging. He just hesitated with the attack to enjoy Clint’s suspense. His stomach was sucked in and taut, awaiting the worst. Tony brought one of his hands down from Barton’s armpit and tickled his stomach instead. Clint jumped in his bonds again, and his belly wasn’t sucked in anymore. Tony took this moment to strike. He took a big breath and blew a raspberry on Hawkeye’s stomach.
Clint squealed loudly and giggled like a child when Tony did that. Every time Tony went back for more, Clint squealed like a girl. Tony was now laughing himself and couldn’t find the strength to blow more raspberries through his laughter.
With one last scrape of his fingers along Clint’s stomach, Tony backed away from the panting and sweating figure. It took five minutes for Hawkeye to return to semi-normal.
“Tony…”
“I know, I’m letting you down.”
“… I-I hate you.”
ANYONE’S P.O.V.
Tony wasn’t expecting that and he laughed. He released one of Clint’s arms, which now dangled freely at his side. Tony tickled Clint’s side, which nearly got him slapped from that hand. Tony wanted to toy with Clint before he let him down completely. He released one leg, tickling that foot as he did so. Then he untangled the other leg, tickling under Clint’s knee. Hawkeye was too exhausted to retort to what Tony was doing and just jumped and laughed when he tickled him.
Now Clint was suspended in the air with one arm. Tony pulled down the archer’s shirt, stalling his total release. He figured he should relieve the guy of some of his humiliation. Tony chuckled when he fully took in Clint’s position.
Clint was still suspended in the air, surprisingly. His feet didn’t reach the floor yet. And the one limp arm was at Clint’s side. The other arm, however, was now stretched to its fullest extent, due to the weight now added to it.
Tony took advantage of this, and tickled Clint’s armpit more. The reaction to this was the most hilarious yet. Clint screamed, the one free arm shooting to his armpit being assaulted to block out Tony’s fingers, and his knees shot up until they touch Clint’s chest.
Tony nearly collapsed to the floor due to his laughter. Clint was now struggling with the wires holding his one arm up while Tony was distracted. It was very hard to do, since he only had the one free arm, and since he was dangling in the air.
Clint was too distracted with the wires to notice that Tony had stopped cracking up and was now crawling his way toward Clint’s prone body. He scribbled his fingers on Clint’s foot, still a foot above the ground. The foot kicked out as Clint yelled, "Tony!“
Tony giggled and continued to play with Clint’s helpless feet.
"Tonihihy! No, stohohop!” Clint basically gave up. He tried bringing his feet out of Tony’s reach, but that didn’t work. And his feet didn’t reach far enough to kick Tony in the face.
“This is too funny, Barton.”
“Shut uhuhup!” Clint practically whined.
“Alright, I’ll let you down,” Tony stood up and stood on his tiptoes to reach the wires bound around Clint’s arm and wrist.
Clint got an idea as he saw Tony’s shirt expose some skin because of he stretching. He knew he wasn’t in the best position in case Tony retaliated, but he had to try. Using his free hand, Clint snuck it under Tony’s shirt and tickled his side with it. Tony yelped and shot his arms down, simultaneously jumping back from Clint. It was Clint’s turn to chuckle at his partner’s reaction.
“Looks like I’m not the only one with this weakness.”
Tony advanced on Hawkeye so fast that Clint shot his body backward and tried curling into a ball mid-air.
“Nonono! Tony, I’m sorry! Please don’t!” Clint held out a hand protectively. Tony halted just before Clint. Finally, he smiled at him.
“Okay,” Tony held up his hands, “I won’t tickle you.”
Clint looked into Tony’s eyes before unfurling himself. With one final yank, All of Hawkeye’s limbs were freed. Now all was left was the one cord around his middle.
“Almost there, buddy.”
Tony moved his hands closer to the cords, but Clint stopped him with his hands. Tony looked at him and smiled slightly.
“I won’t tickle. I promise.”
Clint nodded. He let Tony yank at the wires until he felt himself falling. Tony caught him before he landed on the ground. All of Clint’s limbs were sore, and he had a mark that extended around his waist like a snake. He stretched out his shoulders and glared at Tony as he did so. Tony went behind Clint to try and clean up the wires.
When he decided that it was no use, and that he would get Dummy to clean it for him, he turned around. Clint was now doing a Chicken Wing. Tony wiggled his fingers in Clint’s exposed armpit. Clint let out a laugh and turned to face Tony.
They walked out of the dark room together.
“You know, I read once that birds are very sensitive under their wings,” Tony said to Clint as they walked down a wider hallway than the one Clint walked through on the fifteenth floor. Hawkeye just looked ahead of him, wanting so badly to punch Tony… or shoot an arrow at his head. Instead of doing that, he calmly said.
“When have you ever read anything?”