((Sort of based off of this thread.))
When people call him, it usually only means one thing: a job that they can’t trust regular hired hands to do.
Clint’s been hired by Kenjiro Fujikawa to kidnap the illustrious Tony Stark to keep him from being able to bid on an upcoming weapons project. Little does he know that he’s got more in store for him than to keep a billionaire out of the spotlight for the next couple of days.
"Let me guess," the genius drawled, "you’re sent to kidnap me, rough me up a bit, and try to get me away from the bidding, right?"
"Somethin’ like that." Clint shrugged, gun still pointing at the man’s chest, right above his heart. "I’ve also been told t’ make sure you’re little body guard can’t come an’ rescue ya."
Tony merely grinned at the idea of Iron Man being nothing more than his body guard. Of course the public didn’t know about his identity, purposefully keeping that secret to himself.
"Right." Giving a nod, he eyed the gun. "Well, you can put that away," he indicated to the weapon before meeting the blonde’s eyes again. "It’s not like I can really do anything since I’m currently tied to this chair, now can I?"
Clint let out a derisive snort. “‘M not a fool, Stark. I know that you’ve always got somethin’ up your sleeves. No, I think I’ll keep m’ gun out for a little while longer.”
"Suit yourself. I just figured, you know, it might be more comfortable not having to constantly aim that thing. I mean, you’re arm’s gotta be tired, right? How long’s it been since you’ve had the gun pointed at me? Two hours?"
"I’m touched by your concern, but I can manage."