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Yanno, sunbathing is just about the worst thing you can do for your skin. Don't wanna end up with skin cancer or something do you? [Pot? Kettle calling you black. Admittedly, Clint's farmers tan comes more from all the time he's spent outdoors rather than lounging around soaking up a tan.]

[ Have a very naked Pietro since he hardly likes tanlines. He opens his eyes and peers up at Clint with a arch of an eyebrow.]

Your blocking the sun, for one Hawkeye.

[ He shifted a little, his hands behind his head. His sliver hair falling in front of his eyes.]

And I'm fine. I'm oiled up. Unless you help me with my hard to reach places.

[Why did he even bother sometimes? Clint was very careful to keep his gaze centered on the speedster's face and didn't let them wander the sleek lines of his body despite it being presented to him in on a shameless silver platter.]

I thought the Rom were all about modesty and shit. God, man. Anyone could come wandering by. What about passing helicopters? Pretty sure this counts as indecent exposure.

[The blond archer sighed audibly when Pietro once more made that scandalous offer.] I've seen how bendy you are, somehow I think you've got it all under control.

[ Clearly he just preferred Rogers sleek lines. Pietro just sighed and sat up from from his towel to lean up on his elbows to stare at his team mate for a moment.]

Please, as soon as I hear one coming, I can move faster then there camera. Remember? And I'd rather have a even tan then care about modesty. Besides, you seem to enjoy the show.

[ He said with a wink, even if the other wasn't looking at him. Couldn't keep the flirt in Pietro down. And that smirk did'nt leave his face at his next words.]

Oh? I'm more then to be all kinds of bendy for you Clint.

[ He settled down on the roof again before peering over at him]

You should join me.

[Oh Pietro, teasing them poor man when he'd so recently suffered a blow to his confidence in his sexual identity?]

Uh huh, and if your sister were to come lookin' for you? Pretty sure she doesn't want to get an eyeful of your whole...package. [Still gamely not letting his gaze drift down below shoulder level. Something that was a little bit harder thanks to the speedster sitting up.]

Yeah right, I come up here looking for some peace and quite and find your nudist ass tryin' to catch skin cancer. If that's a show, I want my money back.

[Really, Clint. You should have expected that when you practically handed him that on a plate. Hawkeye did his best to look bland and disinterested.] I'm sure you are, Pietro but I think I'll have to pass on that and the offer to join you. Unlike you, I can't just run away at the first sound of a helicopter or Stark coming home to roost.

[ Hey, he's more then happy to blow to help Clint get back his sexual identity. Or to form a new one.]

It's Wanda. [ He said, casually before he explained a few moments later.] There's nothing of hers I haven't seen and she's seen all of me. It's not a big deal where we're from. Nudity, I mean.

[ He tilted his head at his words before arching an eyebrow.]

Sorry for using the empty roof? Jeez. Ive I need you wanted to come sulk up here I would have used the pool downstairs.

[ Pietro just sighed that and laied back down. Clearly he was never going to get the other one. Not when "Steve Rogers as Captain America" had gotten there first." And that thought put him in a bitter mood.]

Fine. Whatever. Your still blocking the sun Romeo.

See, there's such a thing as sharing too much, by the way. [Rolls his eyes heavenward.]

I'm sure none of the others hoping to use the pool would have objected to that at all. [Sighing, yet conscious of the fact that Pietro kept bitching about him being in his sunlight, Clint finally settled down on the ground and laid back on the sun warmed concrete.]

[No doubt he would have been astounded by the speedster's train of thought. Both because he was still coming to terms with the fact that Pietro had been somewhat serious all those times he'd hit on him and because he'd never exactly viewed himself as something anyone needed 'first crack' out. The blond archer had lost just about every ounce of his innocence long before he'd joined up with the Avengers.]

Out of your sun now, Twinkletoes, so relax. [Cushioning an arm underneath his head, Clint started upwards at the achingly blue sky. Slowly, the tension that had been surrounding him all week started to melt away both because the concrete was soothingly warm against his back and because this was definitely one of the last places anyone would come to look for him. His nude, sunbathing friend aside.]

Maybe to you.

Please? People would love to gaze at my naked body. Just because your so hung up on Rogers to actually even glance at me.

[ Because, it made him feel better that way. That Clint never looked at him like that because of Steve not because he didn't want him.]

Good.

[ He said, as he flopped down on the roof again and gazed up at the sky, his hand behind his head as he fell into silence with the other. Not really wanting to ask him why he was up here in the first place.]

Of course not because you're lacking so much as a shred of shame.

[When Pietro needled him once again about Steve, Clint actually groaned.] For fucks sake, Pietro! Would you let it go? If I'd known you were going to ride me about this I never would have told you. God, I swear, if I didn't know any better I'd say you were fuckin' jealous!

[Irritated now, the archer sighed and felt all the tension he'd managed to lose come back in a rush of agitation.]