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Steve watched him go order then took the drink when his lover came back to him. “Yeah, I can drive home. You didn’t tell me they gave you pain meds, Clint.” He frowned softly, looking at him worriedly. “Are you going to be able to eat when we get home?”

Clint rolled his eyes. “A graze needs to be stitched, Steve. The meds for SHIELD are just stronger than normal because the team has a higher tolerance for them.” he replied. “I’ll be able to eat, I just don’t trust myself behind the wheel right now. Food and cuddles and I’ll be fine.” he promised, kissing Steve’s cheek. “Don’t worry so much, you’ll give yourself a heart attack.”

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“I’m thinking I want one with pepperoni, bacon, ham, and mushrooms,” he said as he looked at the menu. “And the hot wing chicken pizza with the ranch dressing drizzle on it.”

Clint smiled and nodded, resting his head on Steve’s shoulder. “Sounds like a plan. But don’t expect me to put mushrooms on my half.” he teased, pulling away to go order and get them a couple of drinks. He walked back over and sat down, offering Steve one. “The pain meds are starting to kick in full force. Would you be okay to drive the rest of the way home?” he asked, leaning into Steve.

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Steve slowly shook his head. “I’m good. I can’t think of anything else we might need.” He put the car in gear and headed out to the pizza place they both liked. Once htere, he parked and headed inside, grabbing a menu and sitting next to Clint in one of the chairs so they could decide what to get. “I figure, we get a couple of extras for left overs for tomorrow. That work for you?”

Clint hummed as they drove, getting out and sitting next to Steve as they looked. He gave a grin at Steve’s words. “We always get more anyway. It’s my job as your fiance to make sure you get your calorie intake.” he teased. “One little bullet graze doesn’t keep me from that. And i’m pretty hungry myself.” he replied, leaning to kiss Steve’s cheek. “What do you want on yours?”

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“Couch,” Steve clarified. “I’m not getting pizza on the bed.” He kissed him again and walked downstairs with him. They got to the garage and Steve pulled out the keys to his Camero, sliding inside and waiting for Clint to do the same. “Do we need to stop for anything else while we’re getting food?” he asked, pulling out of the garage and away from SHIELD.

Clint laughed a little and nodded, getting into the car. “I don’t think we need anything right now? Unless you wanted to get something?” he asked as he buckled in and reached to lay a hand on Steve’s knee.

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Steve listened to Clint, checked his arm over, and nodded slowly. “Fury tends to over-worry about all of us, Clint, but you most especially because of everything that happened with Phil. He knew how much Phil meant to everyone in SHIELD and he knows how much you mean to all of us. We didn’t want to lose Phil. We sure as hell don’t want to lose you, either.” He kissed the other softly.

“Let’s go to Dom’s,” he suggested. “They have that deal with the two large pizzas and the garlic knots. It’ll be plenty of food for tonight and tomorrow.”

Clint rolled his eyes – although it was loving – as Steve checked his arm over. “I;m not going down without a much harder fight. I have a fiance who needs me.” He said, kissing back as he ran a hand through blonde hair. “I love you,” he said softly, leaning to touch his forehead to Steve’s. “I’m not going anywhere.” He waited a moment before pulling away so they could head downstairs. “Sounds good. We can pick it up on the way home and then snuggle on the couch or in bed for the rest of the night.”

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Steve groaned softly into that kiss, hands sliding along Clint’s back and sides. “Yeah, well, he’s done now so can we please get the hell out of here and go home? Maybe pick up some pizzas to take back with us?”

Clint smiled as he pulled away, lacing his fingers with Steve’s as they headed to his car. “Pizza sounds great.” He agreed. “And despite what Fury thinks, I’m fine from that hit I took. It was a graze.” He rolled his eyes as he took his jacket off and laid it in the backseat, a bandage wrapped around his upper right arm. “I’m not the fragile maiden in need of rescuing he likes to portray me as.” He hated when he got hit worse than that, because it always took a while to recover good, and Fury would preach at the team to keep an eye on him for weeks. He shook his head to dispel that thought in favor of smiling at Steve. “Where do you wanna get the pizza?”

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Steve swallowed hard as he felt Clint’s hand sliding between his legs beneath the conference room table. They were in a debrief meeting and he couldn’t believe the other was doing this now of all times…

Clint couldn’t help the urge to touch and tease his fiance. He was subtle for now, but made sure to give a pointed stare at Fury, who began winding down the meeting at last. As soon as the others had filed out, he moved to pull Steve into a kiss. “I thought he’d never stop talking.” he murmured against Steve’s lips.

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