Here they are.

[sexandoutrage]

Who?: Clint Barton, Tony Stark, and YOU?
When?: Saturday. Late evening.
Where?: Outside. Of sorts. Pretend you all got invitations.
Rating: PG-13, folks. No more than that. This is a somewhat kid friendly event, okay.
Summary: Tony craves attention, Clint craves recognition. When you get down to it they are the same thing and with one billionaire-genius-playboy-philanthropist plus one ex-carnie get together it equals Cirque Du Avengers

Okay no, they don’t really have a name, but Clint has a costume and Tony has a suit. Get your second-hand embarrassment facepalms ready.
The Story:
At some point Clint made a network post, wearing a Jumpsuit. He wanted his old uniform but the closet compromised. Far gone enough that he doesn’t even realize what he looks like. Standing in an improvised spotlight, he’s got a bright purple bow and sparkling arrows.

“Ladies and Gentlemen! Boys and Girls, children of all ages! Tonight! A night of magic, mystery, death-defying events and dare devil behavior! I am Hawkeye, the world's greatest marksman and tonight with the help of my partner in crime I intend to prove that to wonderland at large with the help of my lovely assistant… pardon me partner in crime Mr. Tony Stark- who should be flying in at any moment...”

Settling back - he waits for the previously agreed upon music on an...extremely terrible sound system.

Oh God, Barton, this was supposed to be Tony's show, not Clint's. They might have agreed on music but Tony thought surely Barton could have dragged something out of the closets better than that, despite the fact that the closets like to play practical jokes. Whatever. This was for shits and giggles, right? The name of the game was that people were definitely going to be paying more attention to the guy in the badass flying suit than the weirdo with the purple bow and sparkly arrows.

He dropped from the sky then, landing in a crouch, before he straightened, faceplate of the helmet popping open so he could heave a huff at Clint.

"Dude, why didn't you let me set up the sound system." Tony spread his arms, pulling a face at Barton and shaking his head, giving it all in a stage whisper that could still be clearly heard. "You have to tell me these thing ahead of time, I coud have had JARVIS work up something, come on." If they were going to do this, they shoud have gone bigger.

“Tonight! we will demonstrate spectacular feats of skill, showmanship, and marksmanship above all! The show goes until all the arrows are gone, folks.”

By way of demonstration he reached into a bag at his feet, pulling out a white ball and tossing it into the air. Faster than you’d think, Clint draws and shoots - arrow soaring through the air and spearing the ball to land at his feet.

“Ready Iron Man?”

Another flat-mouthed look at Clint, and the faceplate snapped shut. "JARVIS, see if you can override that sound system, we can do better than that. Alright, Hawkeye, toss 'em up. You scratch the armor, you're repainting it by hand." And with that he was gone, leaving a dust cloud in his wake.

Comments

[alifetime]

That wasn't at all the reaction Jack had thought would come from the archer. At best he had expected a laugh and for the one to playfully take a shot at the other. At worst, maybe being used as a target.

There were times that Jack Harkness hated himself. This was one of them. The human thing to do would have been to back off and give the archer some other little thing to do. Shoot a fly or a thrown apple. A few small words from him could have taken away that pale pallor and restored the lost smile.

There are too many strangers here with information he wants.

"Not permanently. Temporarily. That thing looks a little too advanced for just an arrow to do it."

[impalementarts]

"Hey stark!" Clint raises a hand, "...Wanna play a little chicken?" Arrows into the armor, arrows into the chinks, "Every armor has it's chink man."

[sexandoutrage]

"I can actually hear you both, in case you were wondering." Really, it's like no one realizes he's there, and that...That's really annoying.

"Barton couldn't bring me down with those things if he tried. Bring it, Legolas."

[alifetime]

"Then show me it. I'd put my money on the flying tin can up there," Jack said with a laugh.

To anyone looking at him, Jack Harkness was the picture of relaxation, a guy out for nothing but a good time. In truth, he was taking the occasional look at his vortex manipulator and assessing the two men. The teasing spoke of closeness which did mean knowledge of each other.

Trusting technology in someone else's hands never had been Jack's strong point. If someone had to break for him to find out, he'd deal with it.

"Come on, Sparkly Elvis. Try and make me lose money." A laugh in his voice, but his blue eyes were coolly assessing when they moved up to Iron Man and that mysterious radioactivity signature.