One month later

-o-

Clint was concentrating.

Time was of the essence.

His brain was trying to make an important decision.

This was it, now or never.

"Can I have a cappuccino and a chocolate frappuccino please?"

"Of course, sir."

Life had been pretty relaxed for Clint in the past month. It wasn't something he was used to.

He had settled into his new home relatively quickly due to Stark having already gotten the house furbished in a way Clint liked it.

As he waited at the counter, he turned to look around the coffee shop. There were various people sitting around chatting.

When he saw Bruce, he smiled.

The man sat awkwardly, not sure whether to cross his legs or not. He fidgeted around, looking nervous and eventually settling down and looking at one of the posters on the wall.

Clint snorted and looked around, embarrassed.

"Your drinks, sir." said the girl who was serving him, smirking a little.

"Uh, thanks." replied a slightly red-faced Clint. He paid and started to walk back to the table with the drinks.

They were both pretty comfortable in terms of money.

All the money Clint could ever need was in his bank account. Being a highly trained assassin had its perks.

Tony had a job opportunity for Bruce at the U.K. branch of Stark Industries, which he gladly accepted. He had access to the latest gadgets and gizmos and could do whatever he wanted, plus he got paid for it.

As he approached the table, Bruce's head turned and spotted him. His body instantly relaxed.

"You wanted a cappuccino, didn't you?" asked Clint, passing the cup to Bruce.

"Of course," said Bruce, smiling. "What did you get this time?"

"Chocolate frappuccino." replied Clint, grinning.

Bruce sighed.

"I don't know how you can drink something as sugary as that." said Bruce with a look of mock disgust on his face.

"Like this!" Clint proceeded to take a large slurp of his cold drink. "AHH, BRAIN-FREEZE!"

He put down his drink and rubbed his head with both his hands.

Bruce laughed loudly, not caring that others were staring at them.

-o-

It was a warm summer's evening and they were both walking through Hyde Park holding hands.

They didn't care about the odd stare that they got here and there.

As they came to a park bench, they both sat down and watched the people go by.

"Y'know," Clint started. "it was a month ago today that we arrived here."

Bruce chuckled.

"Yeah, it was, wasn't it?" he replied, still watching the passersby. "Feels like forever."

They sat in silence for a while, just enjoying the evening air.

"Right come on, home-time." said Clint, patting Bruce's thigh and standing up.

Bruce didn't stand up, but just stared at Clint, mesmerised.

He was mesmerised by the way the light of the sunset was hitting Clint's face.

"You're stunning, do you know that?" whispered Bruce.

Clint's face flushed a little.

"Of course I know that. I'm fucking gorgeous." he replied with a smirk.

Bruce laughed and stood up. He wraps his arms around Clint's waist and Clint did the same to him. They then kissed.

"No, but you really are."

"And I'm all yours." growled Clint, who bit Bruce's earlobe.

"Ow, that hurt!"

Clint laughed evilly and let go of Bruce.

He started to run away.

"You'll never catch me!" he shouted back to Bruce and then started to laugh.

"Why, you little..." Bruce started before running after him and laughing too.

THE END