So, I took the summer off of FanFiction, got hitched, went on a honeymoon, and all that stuff...

And I figured I'd finally come back and finish the story! For all of you readers who have waited so long to hear the song Clint wrote for Darcy...

Oh. Heads up. "IT'S SO FLUFFY, I'M GONNA DIE!" Sorry. I warned you that this had no serious plot...

"Legolas!" shouted Tony. "The song, boy! The son!"

Clint grinned and waved the paper at him. "Right here, man."

"Pay up." mumbled Bruce, his mouth full of waffles. "I told you he'd have something."

Tony grudgingly handed Bruce a 50 dollar bill. "If it's the melon song, I get that back."

"My friends, I must apologize for last night. The song is perfectly acceptable in Asgard..." Thor looked properly contrite.

"Clint!`" squealed Darcy, bouncing into the room wearing Snoopy pajama pants. "I wanna hear it!"

The smile on her face made his mouth go dry, but he managed a nod. He ran around the corner to get his guitar. When he'd returned, he realized that Tony had made sure that everyone knew to show up and listen to him sing. He sat at the counter with his song in front of him, trying to ignore Darcy's stare.

"Time's a ticking, Katniss." said Tony, becoming impatient.

"Tony, hush." said Pepper, who had been delayed from her meeting for the moment.

Clint took a deep breath, and began to strum gently.

When he sang, Tony's eyebrows pretty much hit the roof. Everyone except Natasha looked relatively shocked that he could even carry a tune.

"I was gonna keep it real like chill like only have a drink or two
But it turned into a party when I started talking to you
Now you're standing in the neon looking like a high I wanna be on
Baby it's your call, no pressure at all

You don't have to throw back your pretty pink lemonade shooter and lean a little closer
You don't have to keep on smiling that smile that's driving me wild and when the night is almost over
Meet me in the middle of a moonlit Chevy bench seat and do a little bit of country song, hanging on
You don't have to keep me fallin' like this
But it'd sure be cool if you did

He took a deep breath and was relieved to see that Darcy had a grin that as a mile wide on her face. And that Tony's mouth was unable to open any farther, which was saying something. He kept singing:

You can't shoot me down cause you've already knocked me dead
Got me falling apart with my heart talking out of my head
Let your mind take a little back road
Just as far as you wanna go
Baby I'll do whatever you wanna do
Wanna do

You don't have to throw back your pretty pink lemonade shooter and lean a little closer
You don't have to keep on smiling that smile that's driving me wild and when the night is almost over
Meet me in the middle of a moonlit Chevy bench seat and do a little bit of country song, hanging on
You don't have to keep me fallin' like this
But it'd sure be cool if you did

Have a night that you'll never forget
And now you're standing in the neon
Looking like a high I wanna be on

You don't have to throw back your pretty pink lemonade shooter and lean a little closer
You don't have to keep on smiling that smile that's driving me wild and when the night is almost over
Meet me in the middle of a moonlit Chevy bench seat and do a little bit of country song, hanging on
You don't have to keep me fallin' like this
But it'd sure be cool if you did
Yeah, it'd sure be cool if you did"

He strummed the last chord and exhaled deeply.

"Uh..." Tony said.

"The great mouth of Tony Stark silenced? Tis' a feat indeed." said Thor with a smile.

"Shut up Thor." muttered Tony, looking as close to pouting as a grown man could.

"What's wrong?" asked Pepper, nudging his side.

"I had a bet with Natasha." he mumbled.

Clint glanced over to the stool where Natasha was sitting. She smiled smugly. "I told you he'd come up with a song."

"Wait." said Steve. "What was the bet?"

Natasha's eyes gleamed. "Tony will be doing a little flash mob of his own. In Times Square."

"Dressed as a female version of himself?" Bruce guessed dryly as he took a swig of his tea.

Natasha shook her head. "Dressed as a female version of Fury."

Clint had no idea if tea washed out of Persian floor rugs, but figured they'd that find out soon enough.

He plopped down onto a chair beside Darcy. "So, about the iPod..."

She rolled her eyes and pouted, but did hand it over. He bit his lip.

"Wanna make a deal?"

She glanced up at him, her big eyes searching his face. "What kind of deal?"

"I'll only change one playlist."

She grinned, but then immediately grimaced. "What's the catch?"

"Come one a date with me." he smirked as she clutched her iPod possessively. "Tomorrow night."

"Did you just ask me out?"

Clint nodded. "I think so."

She squealed, and flung her arms around his waist. It felt nice.

Then she glared at him teasingly. "Wait, you're not taking me to a country bar, are you?"

Clint laughed. "In your dreams Lewis. That's second date material.

"You don't even know if you're going to get a second date." she teased.

He leaned in until he was close enough to smell her hair, and was instantly reminded of a pina colada. "I'll take my chances."

The piece of brilliant music that Clint played to Darcy is something I can not take credit for. Total credit goes to Blake Shelton for his song, "Sure Be Cool if You Did." Not that I wouldn't love to claim that I wrote it.

Hope you enjoyed!