Hot Showers

       Tony was one of the smartest-if not the smartest-men in the world, and he was an innovative genius. But he was still a big enough dumbass to put only one shower in Stark Tower.
       "Clint, hurry up in there!"
       "Sorry, Tony." Clint didn't sound sorry at all, and Tony could still hear the shower running.  
       Tony waited patiently for two minutes before he slammed his fist against the door. "Barton, if you don't get the hell out of my shower, I will use anything and everything I can to destroy you!"
       The shower stopped, and Tony allowed himself a moment to revel in his victory.
       "Why don't you go find Steve and tell him to join you? I'm sure he'd love it."
       "Why don't you fuck yourself?"
       Clint laughed, a hearty, pleasant laugh, and Tony's anger faded. Clint wasn't an asshole, and Tony wasn't an old hermit. He did want his shower back, though.
        "Clint, hurry up!"  
       "Calm down, Tony." Tony loved Steve, and they were in a wonderful, loving relationship, and Tony couldn't see himself spending the rest of his life with anyone else, but when Clint opened the door Tony felt a faint spark of jealousy for Bruce. Clint was covered only by a towel and thousands of tiny water droplets that slid down his muscular torso as he moved. His hair had been flattened by the shower, and was falling into his eyes, though that didn't stop him from being able to see Tony's expression. "My eyes are up here," Clint smirked, gesturing to his face.
       Tony reddened, dragging his eyes up to Clint's. Somewhere on their journey, Tony's eyes noticed that Clint's shoulders and neck were covered in red marks. "Hot shower?" His shoulders would look like that if he turned the water to the hottest setting.
       Clint laughed his pleasant laugh. "Yeah, I guess you could say that." Tony's confusion only lasted two seconds.  As much as he would like to claim that his sudden understanding of Clint's laughter came from his unnaturally high IQ and his wonderful ability to deduce like a modern day Sherlock Holmes, he couldn't.
       "Clint?" Bruce stuck his equally soaked head of Tony's walk in shower. "What the hell-oh."
       Bruce met Tony's eyes, both their cheeks reddening as each figured out what the other was thinking. Bruce's flush only brightened when Clint brought him a towel, kissing him as he did so. "Steve!" Tony called over his shoulder, trying to ignore the two half-naked men standing near his shower.
       "Yeah?!" Steve's disinterested voice called back from the living room.
       "I need you in here!"
       "What for?!" a small trickle of interest was in Steve's voice.
       Tony smirked, turning his gaze back to Clint and Bruce. "I want my shower to be as hot as Clint's was."