"HONEY, WE'RE HOM-HOLY SHIT!"

Natasha rolled her eyes as she slid past Terran into the apartment, walking towards the coffee machine while the taller man simply stood there, gawking at Clint who was currently being pinned down by a smaller man straddling his hips, the two looking like deer caught in headlights, eyes wide and cheeks pink, too shocked to move.

"Terran, meet Tensley, Clint's boyfriend," Natasha said, her tone flat as she motioned towards the man who gave a small wave, shifting as Clint sat up, rubbing the back of his neck.

"I can explain," he began carefully, but the younger man was already standing, scoffing as he moved to stand right in front of Terran who was trying very hard not to look at either of them, his face as red as Natasha's hair.

"You look exactly like him," Tensley said, craning his neck to look up, "Like, actually, same height and everything. Man, Clinton, remember when you looked like this? Tell me about yourself, Terran."

"Don't you dare!" Clint shouted, jumping to his feet and grabbing Tensley around his stomach, lifting him over his shoulder and making his way down the hall, "We'll be out in a few, don't wait up, and don't worry about the screams, everything is okay."

"I really didn't need to know about that," Terran coughed, rubbing his eyes as he made his way to Natasha, "What happened to the common courtesy rule?"

"You wrecked it after you forgot to lock the door when you brought that Norwegian prince to our room," Clint called out, the door slamming shut behind him, muffling the sound of Tensley's laughing, a choking kind of sound that would be endearing under any other circumstances.

Natasha smirked over to Terran who continued to stand by the hallway, just staring, like a wormhole would open up and take him far away from the current situation he had just found himself in and out of, hands on his hips and mouth slightly open.

"He's cute," Natasha commented idly, and Terran immediately snapped back to life.

"Oh, he's really cute," he agreed, nodding as he made his way to the kitchen as well, keeping his distance to allow her space, "He is honestly very cute. But he also had his tongue in Clint's mouth, so..."

"They haven't seen each other in three months, and Clint is insatiable," Natasha explained, sighing as she rolled her eyes, "He's been starved for affection and you not showering him with hugs didn't help his mood. They're not usually like this."

"I don't care either way, it's just jarring," Terran admitted, rubbing the back of his neck, "Have you ever been caught like that by him? You know, in a position like that?"

She shook her head stiffly. "Not unless it was part of the plan."

Terran opened and closed his mouth, unsure of how to respond to that, let alone process it. He just leaned against the kitchen counter, crossing his arms and watching her as she idly moved about the kitchen, clearly focused more on him and his movements, despite not looking at him.

"Do you want to say something?" she asked shortly, pulling out a bottle of juice before putting it back inside, nodding at the expiration date.

"N-no, I-I just..." he sighed, shaking his head, feeling his skin prickle at his thoughts, "You know, let's just not talk about it, 'cause I really don't want to talk about it."

"Good, neither do I," she said, grabbing a bag of chips from the pantry and making her way to the couch, turning on the TV and sprawling out across it, leaving no room for Terran to even think of joining her.

Ever the stubborn man, Terran did join her, moving to sit on the floor in front of the middle cushion, leaning back as he shifted, trying to get comfortable, pushing his feet underneath the coffee table and spreading out towards the TV, Natasha looking at him with a raised eyebrow and unamused expression.

"What are we watching?" he asked, reaching out and taking a handful of chips from the bag, laughing when she pulled them out of his reach with a sharp twist of her wrist.

"Trash TV," she said simply, and he could hear her smile as they watched two girls wearing tank tops and over the top makeup screaming at each other and pulling at their extensions as they got into a tussle.

"Should we support the media pitting women against each other?" Terran asked as they continued to watch the fight, other women getting involved, fake nails breaking and faces being scratched, loud shrieks filling the small room.

"Sweets," Natasha sighed, holding out the bag of chips towards him, "This is trash TV. We don't need to worry about morality, it numbs your brain and let's you relax. So, please, be quiet and let me relax."

Terran didn't say anything, simply nodding and taking another handful of chips, chuckling softly as he watched a man in a tank top with large muscles try to break up the fight, only to be scratched, falling to the ground in a heap, his expletives beeped out through editing. He heard Natasha breathe through her nose at a particularly entertaining part, and he wondered if the only reason she was so quiet was because he was there.

When the episode ended-on a cliffhanger where a girl was pushed off the side of a railing-Clint's door opened, Tensley walking out with a bright smile and ruffled hair, yawning as he waved, Clint following close behind.

"We didn't hear any screaming, so I don't know if that meant things weren't fine," Terran called out, shifting from where he was lying on the ground, the coffee table moved so he could still see.

"We took a nap," Tensley explained, laughing as he made his way to the kitchen, Clint standing just behind him and dropping his head onto his shoulder, "Clint feels threatened by your presence, Terran."

Terran gasped loudly, throwing a hand over his heart. "Clinton! How could you feel threatened by me?"

"Because you're him, but youthful," Tensley explained, moving to sit on the other side of the couch, letting Natasha prop her feet in his lap.

"Aw, Clint..." Terran cooed, the other man scoffing and pushing his head aside, "So are you gonna be staying with us, Tensley?"

"Kind of," he hummed, moving to massage Natasha's feet, "I'm still pretty trusted in the con circuit still, so I'm here for reinforcement just outside of S.H.I.E.L.D. protocol."

"I'm not so sure about us working so outside of regulations," Terran admitted, "Ten, have you ever seen this symbol before?"

He stood and grabbed a napkin and pen from the kitchen, smirking as heard Tensley whisper an excited, "He called me Ten," to an unamused Clint.

Finishing up his crude sketch of the flag he found, he handed it over to Tensley, Clint leaning over his shoulder as they both looked it over. Tensley frowned deeper than Clint did, handing the flag back and grabbing his bottled water.

"Did they see you?" he asked lowly, all traces of mirth gone.

"We don't think so," Natasha said, looking around with calculating eyes, "Why?"

"I've seen these guys around," he said carefully, "Nothing major, just talk around, didn't think they'd actually get anywhere."

"Should we be worried?" Terran asked and Tensley shrugged.

"I would be, but considering what Clint told me about your mission, I don't need to scare you any more than you already are," the man explained, shifting towards Clint and handing him the paper, "They've got these communist ideologies with Hydra-level extremities, if that makes sense."

"It does, though I wouldn't know how to explain it," Terran said, looking over to Natasha who seemed to be thinking, a hand over her mouth, "Natasha?"

"They've been around for a while?" she asked, and the man nodded solemnly.

"Since before I met Clint, and that was before he met you," he explained, shaking his head, "You can find these guys anywhere, but they never stuck in America, they were always flushed out. But with your guy with them, I think they're planning something big."

"It is a huge risk to smuggle a criminal," Clint pointed out and Terran sighed, rubbing his eyes.

"Do they have a name, any way we can trace them?" Terran asked, and Tensley paused before replying.

"Shouldn't we be going over this with Eye-Patch Man?" he inquired, moving to lie against Clint's chest, playing with his hands.

Terran and Natasha shared a look, both thinking back to how Fury had blatantly dismissed them despite the information he was withholding. With Tensley, they had a leg up that the man might not be aware of, and Terran was nothing if not spiteful.

"He won't talk to us, there's no harm in hiding his from him," Terran replied, shifting so he was looking at the man, "What do you know?"

Tensley sighed, hunching over, closing himself off from Clint. "Babe, you can't get mad."

"Why would I get mad?" Clint cooed, pressing kisses to the back of his neck.

Tensley cleared his throat, rubbing his arms. "Because I know where we can meet them."

º º º

"Do we trust him?"

Terran looked up from where he was bent over the kitchen island, eating from the takeout with Natasha standing next to him, both watching Clint and Tensley eating on the couch, whispering softly.

It was a few hours later, the two much more prepared to understand what they were up against, but tense because of it.

"I don't know him well, but you seem comfortable with him," Terran whispered back, his voice a low rumble.

"I trust him because Clint trusts him," she replied shortly, "And what I'm worried about is the legitimacy of this source."

"We'll play it by ear, I hear you're good at that," Terran said, giving her a small smile, and she breathed through her nose, the ghost of a smile present on her lips.

"Speaking of hearing..." she drawled, motioning with her head over towards the pair on the couch, the two listening in on their quiet conversation.

"-everyone knows it, I look like your sugar daddy, it's not right," Clint sighed, his head in Tensley's lap.

"Aw, but I've always wanted to be financially stable," Tensley teased, running his hands through his hair.

"That's another thing," Clint hissed, "I have the farm, but we have that with Laura and the kids, I want to-you won't be happy there-"

"Don't speak for my interests," Tensley scoffed, with just enough bite to be serious, "I would love to live on your farm."

"But you could have better," Clint argued, "You could find someone who can financially support you and looks young and-"

"Are you still hung up on Terran?" Tensley scoffed, glancing over towards the blond who was conveniently whispering to Natasha, oblivious to their conversation, "Clinton Francis Barton, you better be joking."

"He's me but youthful, and he's single, and he likes men, just go to him," Clint grumbled, but Terran could hear the lilt of fear in his voice, and Natasha could hear the same.

"Clint," Tensley said sharply, "You know I love you, but damn it, if I have to remind you every single hour I will, because we've been through way too much for you to think I'd just ditch you for the old model. I don't want you from before I want you now."

Terran and Natasha looked away as Clint groaned, pulling Tensley into a bruising hug before falling to his knees in front of the couch.

"Oh God," Terran choked, immediately turning away, but turned back around at the sound of Clint's voice.

"Tensley Willem Ellis," Clint declared, holding onto a scoffing and spluttering Tensley's hand, "I love you more than I love my dog and that's really saying something," he took a moment, swallowing as he started to cry, "I love you so damn much and I just-will you marry me?"

Tensley sniffed and spluttered, swatting lightly at Clint who pulled him into a bruising kiss, the younger man whispering a soft, "Of course I will, you dumbass."

Terran stared at the scene with watery eyes, a hand over his heart and his mouth open, his entire body flooded with warmth. Glancing over at Natasha he found her sipping her drink with a bemused expression, watching with only vague interest.

"What?" he hissed, appalled at her apathy, and she let out a snort, shocking him.

"They do this every time they see each other," she drawled, rolling her eyes, "It's still meaningful, of course, but this is just a random Wednesday proposal."

Terran pouted, glancing away, the warm feeling in his chest disappearing. "Oh."

"We still love each other, it's okay," Tensley called, looking over at them, "But sorry, Terran, I'm sure you thought you witnessed something major."

"Yeah, I did," he choked out, clearing his throat, "Damn it, I'm so alone."

"Aw I remember that," Clint drawled, laughing when Terran threw his shoe at him, "Jeez, someone's cranky! Tasha, help!"

"I'm going to bed, have fun, congrats again, you two. Sweets, we need to go over the plan tomorrow," she said, making her way towards the hall, giving Terran a pointed look.

"You two sure you wanna hide stuff in your already off-the-grid mission?" Clint called, raising an eyebrow at Terran who shrugged.

"Yeah, why not? It'll be fun."

AUTHOR'S NOTE

( 07.12.18 )

It took me so long to figure out where this chapter was supposed to go, but I'm really proud of where I'm taking it not gonna lie. We're gettin somewhere kids!

Meet Tensley Ellis hes Clint's love interest in my upcoming Clint fic and we see him a lot in various other fics such as Sugar Rush and Missing Pieces. Love him he's soft.

Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed!