#I'll ask him if he'll be willing to drive me to the airport this evening (I want to leave their place by 5:15pm)

[ckameley]

I know I made a Lyft account sometime in college but I never used it so I deleted the app. I tried to reinstall the app and login (assuming that I'll need to change my password), but for some reason the app didn't recognize my email. I tried to create a new account with my email, but the app won't let me do that either

So basically Lyft lost a potential user cause their app is trash. Once I get to my layover resting point (my sister's place) I'll try on my laptop via the web browser to see if Lyft's issue is app only or just in general

In any case, when I last looked at rideshare costs, Uber was a cheaper value anyway

[mr-tony-stark]

Tony can hear that Clint is trying to use these words like a weapon. That Clint's mentally loosing them on him one at a time like arrows from his quiver. But they don't hurt. Not in the way Clint wants them to. It feels good, because finally he's not holding on to them. Finally his broken the seal and the toxicity is pouring out. Well - maybe not pouring. More shooting up in little spurts like a volcano erupting.

He has an urge to point out that he's seen Clint fall off a building and land in a dumpster and then get up and keep running, so he knows for a fact he could jump out of this car driving slowly through New York traffic. He keeps it to himself, because pointing it out might prod him into leaving for real.

Before he addresses the feelings he'll address the random practical interlude.

"This?" he asks gesturing to the Brownstone. "New. Trying to tone things down a bit. It's been brought to my attention that I'm a little extra. I'll give you a tour when we get back. I mean - assuming you haven't stabbed me yet."

He pulls back out into traffic and starts driving to the airport and without even thinking about it he reaches over and starts massaging Clint's scalp again. He's not really even aware he's doing it. He just wants to touch him, because Tony knows how when he's feeling the way Clint is the only thing that works is to have hands on him. Plus he'd discovered that golden retriever part of him. "Is that why you've been off doing whatever? I thought you were just avoiding us all after what happened. Avoiding the city too? Look I get it. I have homes in -" he pauses and counts them off in his head - "seven different cities. And that's not counting the Avengers HQ. You're not saying anything new or shocking. Come on. You're trying to hurt me. You can do better than that. Oh no, my mommy might hate me and my friends gonna avoid his problems by coming along so she doesn't. Poor wittle Tony Stark. Imagine being in that position that he's got a friend that's willing to be there for him. What else have you got?"

Tony wants him to talk, than he'll fucking talk and he hopes that it feels like a giant slap in the face. Clint hopes he buries him with all his current thoughts. It's not everything, it's a lot more and lot darker than that.

Before the man has another chance to speak, and because he is angry and riled up, and what better place to shout than in a car on a busy street of New York. Clint's shaking, and he really wants that drink. The bar, the one who torture himself with, is not that far of a walk away. He's always liked running, thinking of his feet.

❝ If I didn't fucking know how to roll and jump out of a moving car, you know instinct like Greer would call it, cause I really don't care if I got hurt, really don't and jump. ❞ He knew how to jump out of a moving car, he know how to do a lot. Most of it to survive and he really didn't care for that Clint would jump out, get scrapes and bruises, and than walk to get several bars at the bar.

Drinking was the only thing on his brain and he hadn't said anything because he knew Tony's problems. Clint tried to be sensitive he did, tried to not use that secret to be vindictive. The only night he hadn't have a few beer at the bar was the night that Tony slept over.

❝ We're going to London, Stark, to fucking London because I'd rather be anywhere than here, it's fucking better to deal with someone else's problem. You're gonna meet your fucking mom and it's not gonna kill you. ❞ His tone was still aggressive towards Tony and he hadn't let his brain to mouth filter activate. It was broken, so something very meaningful and honest slipped out. ❝ I won't let it you fucking asshole! ❞

He can't look at Tony, because he wanted to punch him again. Really, he wanted to be alone in the bar, in the booth he sat with Bruce and drink until he numb and tired.

❝ Is that enough for you?! ❞ He growls, his eyes are looking out of the window, avoiding Tony's gaze and he can't look him in the eye now. He can't look him in the face.

Tony wanted floodgates. He got them and he hopes it made Tony feel like shit. It wasn't this big confession for Clint, it was honest truth he was trying to weaponize against Tony.

Yet Stark does the whole thing where he identifies with Clint. He knows that he did, know that Tony would be the one to talk to, but Clint didn't want to look in the mirror and see drinking as his problem. It didn't bleed over into the rest of his life, he doesn't think. He wasn't going to tell the guy who was sober that he'd rather be drinking than talking in a room with the sober guy.

❝ New digs or secret digs? ❞ He says, not having it in him to comment on what Tony said to him. It hurt so much, it burnt like a hot knife in his stomach which the feeling was known. It's happened before. Please don't be mad him for commenting on the brownstone and not the emotional tornado. He's tired and rather be drunk.