#tony's hitting the depleted clint who is more agreeable

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The internal fuss he had was over the process of airport security, of passing papers back and forward. He's never been good with paperwork of any kind. The only thing close to that was making investigation, conspiracy, and other wise a messy board of notes, clippings, and print outs. That best work he has ever done with paper ever and even than it looks like chaos with not all the ends connecting.

Once it's over, he can breath in again and they can move on. If he screwed this up, he would never live it down. Which was something that was already happening. Screwing this up, maybe he should have bolted out the window back in his apartment. Run away. He was awfully good at that lately.

Clint smiles to the flight attendants, tries to find the Barton luck within him to come off at charming even if he knows he looks like he's had a very long and stressful day. He has. It's been a long week. He hadn't even told Tony about Lucky throwing up and the pain of going to the vet

The dog was fine but it had been a frustrating day. Shit, should he try to act normal for five minutes? This was about Tony, this was about paying Tony back for his kindness and because he was his friend. It was not about the preferable desire to be drunk, alone, and beaten down by his life.

Normal went out the window when he slept with Tony. He's slept with a lot of people lately. Most of them exs and than the exs didn't want to talk about it, and made it clear it was cheap thrills. ❝ Fuck. ❞ He grits his teeth, trying to be softer. It's not meant for Tony to hear, it's meant to complain about his thoughts and the fact he really had to complicate his life with doing that. And than sleeping with Tony.

Which could there be a repeat on the table? Or had he royally screwed that up with spewing the doom and gloom?

There is a mild annoyance as he sees how Tony smiles at the women, they smile back, and he thinks that the Barton Curse is definitely following him to London. It's going to be incredibly dickish but he will cockblock this if he has to.

Tony's gotta suffer with him, at least until they get to London. Than he'll try to pull himself together enough to be a supportive friend.

His hearing aids were on, the energy to talk was just drained out of Clint. A rarity, a feat in fact, for that to happen.According to most people at least. When Tony signs, it comes as a surprise.

He raises his hands, signing slower than he would with Natasha and Kate.

< You learn A-S-L? > Clint understands that Tony's probably barely started, but this is going onto a list of things that is contributing to the anger in weird ways. Tony's still being nice to him. He's not really angry at Tony, it's an internal personal thing that's comes out directed at other people. < M-O-C-K-T-A-I-L. Mock alcohol > He gives the sign for what he had been spelling, it wasn't it's own sign simply the sign for mock paired with sign for alcohol.

He was not going to have a mocktail. He can wait for a beet in Britain. < Coffee > He signs, and he needs that coffee in his veins now. ❝ My aids are on, I could hear the customs guy's nasally voice and scoff. ❞ He was pretty sure the scoff about him. Bastard. He didn't even know the guy and he didn't like him? Clearly it was a that guy problem, but still.

< A-S-L better > He signs, it takes less energy even if he's moving more. It's become preferred in a way he didn't get to share. That's another thing that as he's gotten older has depressed him. It's a hearing world made for the hearing.

When he sees the panic in Clint's eyes at the wave of the passport, Tony starts to worry that Clint forgot his passport. That would be the end of it. They'd get in the car. He'd drive Clint home and then end. Tony would see it as a sign not to follow up on Amanda Armstrong and he would leave Clint to it, because clearly that's what's supposed to happen or they'd be getting on the plane right now. Tony claps him on the shoulder. "Yeah. I know," he says, though he doesn't know if Clint can hear him or not.

But whatever Clint shows the border security guy is good enough and the next thing they know, he's getting onto the plane. The flight attendants greet them both and ushering them through, making sure to touch them both on the arm and then just between the shoulder blades. Tony's fairly certain they'd sleep with him if he wanted them too. It's been a long time since he's slept with anyone that's technically staff, but the way things are going he might just do it today to get out of Clint's way.

He takes a seat and he buckles himself in. The main cabin has the seats for taking off and landing, what was the bar, the lounge with the movie screen and stripper poles. There's a door half way down. On the other side is a bedroom with a full bathroom that includes a shower. But Tony won't tell Clint about that unless he has to. He's going to force them to interact for a little longer.

The flight attends come down to check on them, leaning in close as they offer them both drinks. Tony's not sure if Clint turned his hearing aids back on or not so he signs to him. 'Drink? No alcohol. They can do a m-o-c-k-t-a-i-l. Coffee?' Tony signs. He had to spell mocktail out. He didn't get that far yet. but the others he's fine with.