IronHawk (Part Twelve)
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This is a long chapter, but an important one because it sets off the rest of the fic, and YIKES I’m sorry about the angst you guys. This one is rough.
If you need to catch up, Chapters 1-11 are HERE.
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Tony had wanted space so that’s what Clint gave him.
After a week of Clint not even approaching the lab, Tony finally started coming upstairs again to eat. The rest of the team knew something was up with the mated pair, but the one time Wilson had tried to comment on it, Natasha had sent him such a fierce glare that he had picked up his plate and fled.
Clint always ate at the couch, with Natasha close by, and Tony and Bruce always ate at the kitchen table with Steve and Pepper and the rest of the team.
Tony had started having panic attacks any time he thought about the situation, anytime anything got him too worked up, so Bruce was never far off to keep him level or bring him back down.
If Clint or anyone else noticed Bruce so close to the omega all the time, they never said a word.
After a time of just that, just the bare minimum of interaction, Tony began participating in the movie nights with the team again. He started attending the nights out, when the whole team went to a concert or to dinner. He even started allowing people back into the lab, started designing gear again and things slowly moved back to a semblance of normal.
Clint never went along on the team activities. Didn’t join them in the living room for movie nights. Never set foot in the lab at all. He was determined to give Tony as much space as he needed until the Omega was ready to talk. And sometimes Tony would notice him and smile the tiniest bit, but most of the time he ignored him, choosing to spend all his time close to Banner. Clint tried to deal with it, tried not to let everything about the situation upset him.
But after several weeks of it, several weeks of pitying looks from the team members and apologetic glances from Bruce, Clint started withdrawing even more, to the point of almost always being gone on solo missions, not even eating with the team, and rarely sleeping in the tower if he could avoid it.
And it worked for a while, until Tony went into heat.
He locked himself in his penthouse, and sealed the elevator up to it, with strict instructions to JARVIS that no one be allowed in.
Clint flew to Tony’s balcony, and sat outside his room, banging his head against the locked glass door and pleading with his Omega to let him in.
Tony sobbed from the other side, and told JARVIS to black out the windows.