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After the invasion Tony began designing the tops floors of Stark Tower (soon to be Avengers Tower) for his new teammates. Some would call him self-centered but really he's just tired of people hurting him. Once he saw how worried the other Avengers were when he got rid of the nuke he decided to give them a chance, and if Tony ever does anything it's always done over the top. He gave each member an entire floor for themselves and decorated them to match their personalities.
For Steve's floor Tony gave it a retro theme with an art studio filled to the brim with everything an artist could ever need. Thor basically got one big Asguardian castle for a floor, Bruce got a zen themed room with an indoor garden, Natasha got a bad-ass room with dark colors and reds, but Tony's favorite floor he designed (besides his own) was Clint's.
After seeing how relaxed the young archer was up high Tony graciously gave up his penthouse, realizing Barton might need to unwind after facing angry SHIELD agents all day. He took out the ceiling tiles to expose the rafters and vents, which he reinforced so Clint could "nest" (it's kinda become a thing between the Avengers) without worrying everything would give out, which gave the room an industrial vibe. The walls were painted a light shade or gray and there was a huge bay window with a darker shade gray window seat covered in dark purple pillows. It wasn't Tony's choice of colors but it suited Clint.
Tony asked Natasha if Barton still had some of his old bows and a week later the redhead gave him a pile of -carefully wrapped in bubbled wrap- bows, which now hung in a custom built bow case with a black frame. The living room was stocked with every movie that Clint likes, a huge flat-screen TV, every game console ever made, and a bookshelf full of video games.
The one thing that Tony knew Clint would love 100% was the hide-y holes Tony installed all over the tower, complete with mini fridges and small beds to relax on. He made them so the small archer could hear everything going on outside but no one could hear inside. When it was time for the Avengers to move in all Tony was excited about was seeing the look on his youngest teammates face when he saw his floor.
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"Well it's about damn time you guys show up! Do you know how hard it was to wait for you all?! I was starting to think you didn't love me." Tony snarked as his new teammates strolled into Avengers Tower.
"Please, you just want to show off the floors you worked on for six months." Pepper said dryly.
"Exactly! Now come on slow pokes I have a certain floor that I think needs to be shown first." And with that Tony drug Steve, Thor, Bruce, Natasha, and Clint up to the penthouse while practically shaking in excitement. While in the elevator Tony noticed something he couldn't not mention.
"Hey Katniss, anyone ever tell you how short you are?"
Everyone looked from Tony to Clint, the latter suddenly finding the floor extremely interesting, and realized that Tony was right. (Tony: When am I never?) Clint turned out to bee at least a head shorter than everyone else, even Natasha and Bruce.
"HEH! THE MAN OF IRON IS CORRECT YOUNG HAWK! YOU ARE VERY TINY!" Thor boomed happily which in turn made Natasha snort a laugh and smirk at her "short" partner.
"Yeah, well at least I don't have to bend down to fit through doorways." Clint grumbled. So he was short? So what?! From what Ph- Coulson said that was normal with malnutrition in kids. At least it helped him with his job. He could fit in small spaces better and as lighter on his feet. He'd like to see Thor or Steve crawl though vents without making a sound. Or even fit in one.
The elevator dinging broke Clint out of his sulking. As he walked out with the rest of the team Tony started casting glances at him every couple seconds. What the hell was that about?