He begins with a simple waltz, glad that it’s not anything else as dancing is not one of his finer talents.
The archer can feel nervousness in the air. A few songs later he hopes to set you at peace and to make his own thoughts quiet down by mentioning, “I’m sure we will hear if there’s trouble. Just say a word anytime if you want me to check and come back though.”
“I’m keeping tabs on him,” she says quietly. Tony’s all bright excitement and and curiosity right now, edged with a little wariness. Her concern is that when things go pearshaped, she won’t be able to get there in time.
“There is no trouble, Mr Barton, Miss Summer,” Jarvis assures them. “Sir’s vitals are steady and he is currently in no danger.”
She’d still feel better if she knew what it was Tony was talking to. She tries to put it out of her mind and keeps dancing with Clint, head on his shoulder. It’s moments like these that she realises she doesn’t give him enough attention.
“Thanks Jarvis.” The archer tells the AI, glad for the info but he still can’t squish all his worry.
Clint keeps dancing with you and twirls you occasionally. He concentrates on you again and hopes that he manages to ease up your worries. “How is this my lady?” He asks while dropping a kiss on top of your head.
“It’s perfect,” she assures him, and then spoils it by batting at him when he kisses the top of her head. “Hey! My mouth is down /here/. Dork.”