Clint was always smart enough to duck out of sight or he'd have a ton of problems with his now-defunct job.

Tony lightly scraped his thumb along Gryf's jaw before he pulled back, maybe just a little too proud of himself for directing the flow of conversation away from him and back onto 'them.' He tried to be more gentle than he wanted to be, but ripping off their clothing in the kitchen--

Kissing her had been risky enough.

He still didn't want to think about Pepper. "I really missed you."