Warnings: always shitty accents and swearing. implied future sex.
Notes: uh. Shoutout to the three of you sticking through to the end with this. I really intended for this to just be a few parts, but I’m having fun with it and keep coming up with ideas. Also don’t be mad at me. There’s gonna be a happy ending, I swear. Oh! And The Dungeon was a favorite of mine. They played Rob Zombie, and anyone who knows me, knows I’m high key in love with both Zombies. I don’t remember the name of the drink I had there because, well. I was already wasted when we got there. But it was sweet and fruity and good.
Notes/Warnings: shitty written accents and French, swearing here and there. Places I’ve mentioned here are places I’ve actually been and they’re actually AMAZING 10/10 go if you ever get a chance. NOLA is literally my favorite city on earth and I had to force myself to stop writing about it. But any who, I hope you all enjoy this chapter. It’s a decently long one.
I forgot to add warnings, which, just swearing, really.
Shitty accents and French. I should be writing this on my writing blog @jax-writes but I started it here, and here shall I finish it. But follow me over there. Eventually I’ll add this to my works on AO3 as well.
I’m actually fairly happy with how this chapter turned out.
Reminder that this won’t follow the movie P.S., I Love You exactly, for a variety of reasons, and that there’s gonna be a mix of MCU and comics in this. I did in fact, ignore that Pietro ever died because his death was pointless to me. Also, don’t worry, there’s no Endgame spoilers coming in this fic. Well, kiddos, hope you enjoy!
Side note: I’m gonna try to update this once or twice a week. I don’t know how many chapters this will have for certain. Not many, as it’s based on the movie and there were only so many letters. But if you all enjoy this enough and do want a tag list, I will make one, just sent me an ask and I’ll add you!
I’m actually fairly happy with how this chapter turned out.
Reminder that this won’t follow the movie P.S., I Love You exactly, for a variety of reasons, and that there’s gonna be a mix of MCU and comics in this. I did in fact, ignore that Pietro ever died because his death was pointless to me. Also, don’t worry, there’s no Endgame spoilers coming in this fic. Well, kiddos, hope you enjoy!
Side note: I’m gonna try to update this once or twice a week. I don’t know how many chapters this will have for certain. Not many, as it’s based on the movie and there were only so many letters. But if you all enjoy this enough and do want a tag list, I will make one, just sent me an ask and I’ll add you!
Chapter 1
There wasn’t a single dry eye in the room as the minister spoke, least of all, Y/N. Her hand was held gently by Natasha, while Wanda sat on her other side, rubbing her back. She was still in a daze, refusing to believe that her husband was gone. Yet there he laid in front of her, eyes closed as if he were merely sleeping. She knew better though. He never looked that angelic asleep. Mouth usually open, letting out a snore. She almost laughed at the image now, before choking on more tears. Before she realized, Bucky was getting up to speak.
“The world just knew him as Captain America. Yeah, they know he’s-know he was a hero. But they didn’t see him as that scrappy little thing back in Brooklyn fighting with guys he had no business fighting with,” he smiled gently. “See, he’s always been a hero. He stuck up for the little guy even when he was the little guy himself. I saw him get into it once with this kid on our block because the kid just pushed a girl. We were twelve.” Bucky chuckled. “Steve was a brother to me. He was always there when I needed him, and,” he swallowed, meeting Y/N’s eyes. “Frankly, I don’t know what I’m gonna do without the punk here to kick my ass when I need it. I went through hell and back and Steve was waiting for me every time. But I experienced a world without him once, and I don’t like the idea of having to do it again. I know none of you do, either. The world’s a little darker today, but you know, Steve would want us all to keep doing what’s right. So I’m gonna fight and take care of as many bad guys as I can, stick up for the little guy. Steve’s waiting for me, and I gotta bring him a good story when I get there.” He looked at his friend in the casket. “To the end of the line, Pal.” The brunet walked over and kissed his friend’s widow on the forehead. “We have your back, Doll.”
She nodded, not quite meeting his eyes as Sam walked up to the podium to speak. “Okay, obviously I haven’t known the Cap as long as grandpa has.” Chuckles rang through the room as Sam paused. “But Steve was my friend. He was an ear when I needed to talk. He had advice when I needed it. When I needed the nerve to ask Wanda out, he encouraged me. He held our team together. Yeah, he led us. But he also held us together. He stitched us back together after the Accords fell through and was the first to help plan a better way. Like Barnes said, I don’t like the idea of a world without Captain America. But he wouldn’t want us moping,” he shook his head. “Nah. Bucky’s right. He’d want us to shake the dust off and get back up. Keep fightin’ because they sure as hell aren’t gonna stop. So we keep on going. If not for ourselves, let’s do it for him. Honor his memory by making the world safer.” As Bucky did, Sam also came over to her, kissing her cheek and muttering soft words of encouragement before moving to stand next to Wanda. Y/N watched through watery eyes as Tony now stood to speak, a deep sigh escaping him as he shook his head. “I don’t know about you all, but I could use a drink.” He paced across the platform, eyes on Steve’s body before he turned to sit on a step, microphone in hand. “This is team is a family, you see. And we just lost who is arguably the most important member of the family. But you know, my heart isn’t just breaking for me or for the world. No, the world will bounce back. It’ll take time. But we’ll all be okay. A darker world, certainly, but we will heal.” Tony stood now and began a slow pace around the platform. “Because Steve may have left us behind, but he did leave us behind with his own special superglue. Y/N, I’m so sorry for your loss. You’re gonna hear that a lot, and you’re gonna be so sick of it you’ll want to scream. There are no words to convey properly our sympathy. We all mourn for you and with you and when you’re ready to yell, we’ll be here for you. If you just need to blow off some steam, I’m sure we can find some bad guys for you to beat up. We love you, kid. I wish more than anything I could bring him back and take away this pain you’re feeling. If you need anything at all, you know where to find me. Until then, Terminator and Birdman said it all best. We fight in his memory and live because he wouldn’t want wallowing. So when we think of Steve Rogers, we should smile. Because he smiled even when hope seemed gone, because he knew there is always good in the world.”
As Tony moved to hug Y/N, the minister walked back to the podium. “If you’ll all please take a moment to listen to Steve’s favorite song, thinking on your favorite memories of or with him, now. Remember the words of his friends. We are not left without hope. He and everyone who loved us are waiting for us. Celebrate their lives so that you may now begin to heal.”
The tune to I’ll Be Seeing You began playing through the speakers, and her tears fell in a steady stream now. She heard the sniffles around her, but her focus was only on her husband lying in the casket. I’ll be looking at the moon, but I’ll be seeing you. She remembered the day she first danced to the song with him. “It was worth the wait,” he’d said.
“What was?” she asked, looking up as him.
“Waiting for the right dance partner,” he smiled.
She’d laid her head on his shoulder as they swayed together, wishing to stay like that forever. She only wished she could go back and relive that now, instead of being here, having to say goodbye to the man who held her heart. She wiped away the tears as it was time to bury her husband. She let Nat and Wanda lead her to the car as Bucky, Sam, Tony, Clint, Bruce, and Peter walked the casket to the hearse. At the cemetery, the minister said more words, and she felt herself go numb as Bucky and Sam folded the American flag, and nearby soldiers began the three volley salute, and Taps played as they saluted when the shots were done, grief hanging in the air as Bucky handed her the now folded flag. The casket was lowered into the ground and her body shook with more grief.Condolences were given at the wake, but Y/N barely came out of her sorrow to speak, let alone blink. Someone had gotten her a plate of food and a drink, but it sat in front her, untouched.
(Three Weeks Later)
She was sitting on the bed, cross legged, wearing a pair of his boxers-the joke Captain America ones she’d bought him for his birthday last year-and one of his shirts, an old movie in front of her, hairbrush in hand as she got up and sang into it. Judy Garland had a better voice than she did, but she was giving her a run for her money with the dramatics. As the song came to a close, she finished with a dramatic pose by the couch and applause rang through the room.
“Encore!” the cheerful voice of Wanda shouted.
“W-what are you all doing here?” Y/N was a deer in the headlights, glancing at Wanda, Nat, Sam, and Bucky, who were standing just inside the doorway, gift bags and balloons in hand.
“Happy Birthday!” they cheered.
Bucky scrunched his nose and everyone began talking over each other at once. “What is that smell?”
“Have you gone outside?”
“What’d you do to your head?”
“I-it’s a pimple.” Y/N stuttered.
“You always pop it too hard,” Natasha tutted, glancing at the bandage.
“What is that smell?” Bucky muttered once more.
“It’s me, alright!” Y/N snapped, throwing her hands up in the air before tossing the hairbrush to the couch. “I didn’t expect company,” she sighed, sinking to the couch.
“Alright, we’ll leave if you want. But at some point, you have to stop wallowing and get back to living,” Wanda sighed, setting down her gift bag.
“I-okay, just give me a minute,” Y/N nodded and went to the bathroom to shower.
“Alright troops. Spread out,” Sam spoke, nodding at the garbage littering the quarters. The men took care of that while Wanda went to take care of dishes and Nat went to pick out an outfit for her friend for the night.
Soon, she was dressed in a little black dress and a pair of flats, hair and makeup done perfectly. No sign she’d be holed in her room for days at all. Her friends all gathered around her as she finished opening up the presents from them. A knock sounded at the door before it opened and Pietro held up a box. “Y/N, this just arrived for you. Happy Birthday!”
She tilted her head as Pietro came in a set it on the coffee table. When she opened the box, she saw a birthday cake, ‘Happy Birthday, Y/N! Love, Steve’ was written in blue icing on top of white. “Who-Bucky did you do this?”
Bucky shook his head. “No, I-look-” he pulled something from the lid of the box-a tape recorder, and handed it to her.
She glanced around at her friends, nervous before pressing ‘play’.
“Doll, I wish I could be there to see you celebrating your birthday. But it’s good to know you’re surrounded by our family. I figured I’d hold off on these til your birthday, not that I really knew when these would be delivered. I don’t even know if I’m doing this for a good reason. Our line of work is just so dangerous. And there’s no guarantees we’ll walk away from every mission. I don’t want to leave you alone and hurting. So I assume if you’re hearing this, something happened,” there was a pause in the recording as Steve seemed to be collecting himself. “Sweetheart, words cannot express how much I love you. I figured there’d be some time of you ignoring the world and since I’m no psychic, I don’t know if my timing is right. But here’s hoping it’s good enough. It’s your birthday, Baby. So I want you to go out. Get dolled up. Nat, make a plan-”
“On it!” the red head jumped up, pulling Bucky with her.
“Go celebrate. Bucky, take care of my girl. Go have fun. You all deserve it. Take a break from life, and enjoy a night. Now, Doll, I’ve arranged some more letters for you. They’ll come to you different ways and at different times. I have an inside man, and though I know you can easily figure out who it is, I don’t want you to think about it. I want you to just go with it. Lord knows I always did the overthinking for us. So just take them as they come. They first will arrive in the morning but you can deal with that then. Now go have fun. P.S., I love you.” She met Bucky’s gaze, tears in her eyes.
“He’s an ass. How could he plan all this if he didn’t even know he was going to die?”
The assassin shrugged. “You know Steve. He was always overly prepared. Always careful. But hey, let’s listen to him. Let’s go celebrate your birthday.”
She nodded and followed him as he went in search of his wife. Before she knew it, they were blocks away at a bar, drinking to celebrate her birthday. Strangers in the bar were coming up to them all, wanting pictures, and coming to her to offer condolences. Some were coming to thank them for saving the world. It was all a little overwhelming to her in the moment, but alcohol was her friend. And then she made friends with a few bar patrons, drunkenly rambling about Steve to them.
“Honey, I lost my Phil fifteen years ago. It hurts, and it don’t really stop hurting. But you take it day by day, and you’ll be fine. And God willing, you find love again. And that’s okay too. You don’t even have to stop loving your husband. That won’t happen, But you do accept that it’s okay to love another and he wouldn’t want you alone forever,” an older woman patted her hand. “You’ll be okay, hon. You’ll be okay.”
She accepted the comfort and tried to enjoy the rest of the night out with her friends when Wanda and Nat came over and whisked her to the dancefloor. They group ended the night back at the compound, with more drinking. Y/N sneaked away to the closet by the kitchen as the rest of the group played pool or just mingled.
Pietro wandered over to the closet, intent on grabbing a towel to wipe up the soda he’d knocked over. “Oh shit!”
“Sorry,” She chuckled awkwardly, looking up at him.
“What are you doing in here, Y/N?”
“Trying to figure out why fate decided it was my husband who had to die and not me.”
“Well,” Pietro scratched his face. “If you need any help with that let me know, I’ll just-” he nodded once and closed the door before starting to walk away.
“Wait!” she opened the door and pulled him roughy into the closet with her. “Why do you think-?”
“It was him and not you?” she nodded, prompting him to answer. “Well, I don’t know. Maybe you were too happy and karma got petty? Maybe. Maybe the universe just sucks. Sorry I don’t actually have answers.” He shrugged. “I mean you’re really pretty. Some gods are jealous.”
“Believe me, I don’t think someone can be too happy and I most certainly am not too pretty,” she slurred, still nursing a drink that she pulled off a shelf by her shoulder.
“I think you’re hot!” he grimaced at his word vomit. “Sorry, you know I don’t have much of a filter.”
She nodded. “Yeah it’s fine. I think-I’m goin’ to bed, Piet.” She blinked slowly, handing him her drink before turning and leaving. Pietro blinked down at the drink now in his hand, looked up at the door that had just clicked shut, and shook his head. He looked up at the ceiling before speaking. “Cap, you left her too soon.”
When you lose someone you love, you lose a part of yourself. But maybe with a little help you can find your way back.
Hey wow, look guys, I’m back! I was struck with inspiration the other day while I was at work, so obviously I had to do something about it. Be easy on me, I haven’t written in a while and I’m a wee bit out of practice, but I hope you all enjoy this nonetheless.
WARNINGS: As it is based off the movie, there is a major character death. This is based off the cinematic universe, though there will be comic references as well. Strap in, and enjoy, kiddos!
Prologue
“Doll, just talk to me, please!” followed the angry stomping from the woman leading the way down the hall. “Sweetheart, you gotta let me in on it,” he said as he bolted around in front of her, causing her to stop in her tracks, squinting up at him, lips pursed. “You’re waiting until we’re alone in our room to yell at me, aren’t you?” he said, glancing back at the figure of his best friend following in the distance to enter his own room. Y/N nodded once before moving around him once more.
He watched as she pressed her palm to the scanner next to the door, allowing her access to their quarters and trailed behind her, removing his gloves before sitting down to take his boots off. Bright blue eyes glanced up from the laces as he watched his wife pacing the room and angrily removing her stealth uniform. A belt landed on the floor, one fingerless glove was tossed on the coffee table, the other landed by his foot; a boot was removed and thrown by the door, the other landed near the bathroom.
“What was the fucking point of me even suiting up, then, if you weren’t planning on letting me DO anything?” she finally bit out.
Steve sighed and straightened in his chair. “Doll we just needed eyes up high, and Clint is still on his own mission.”
“And Bucky is a sniper!” she snapped, throwing her hands in the air, the top half of her uniform now rolled around her waist. “I’m a fucking fighter, Steven, if you don’t want me fighting the bad guys, you need to rewire your brain. I was simply doing what I could.”
“You were walking into a trap!” he finally yelled. “Excuse me for not wanting my WIFE dead!”
“THEY WERE HOSTAGES, DUMBASS!” a pillow flew across the room and hit his chest. He didn’t even acknowledge it as it landed on the floor.
“So radio in to us next time before trotting into gunfire by yourself!”
“Yeah, does that sound like anyone else you know?” she crossed her arms and cocked a hip. “Pot, meet kettle.”
“That’s different,” he sighed.
“Yeah? Why? Because I’m not a super soldier? Newsflash, Stevie, neither is half our team.”
“And that half of our team also has superpowers or powered armor.”
She opened her mouth and then shut it tight, unable to argue with that, until, “Wait, Clint doesn’t have either of those!”
Steve huffed, rubbing a hand down his face. “I’m not married to Clint, so I’m not having this argument with him. But for the record, I’d be angry with him for doing it as well.”
“But you wouldn’t have kept him from the fight in the first place,” she said, pointing a finger at him.
“No, he would have been our eyes up top in your place,” Steve nodded. “Just like you were for us.”
“And he would have done the same as me, seeing those hostages,” she countered.
“Doubtful, Doll. Unless he saw one get hurt or worse,” he shrugged. “Listen, can we agree we both reacted wrong here? And make up? I hate fighting you. Especially right after a mission.”
The woman scrunched her nose before turning to finish taking off the uniform. “Fine. Now help me wash my hair and I might just forgive you.”
He rolled his eyes but obeyed his wife, willing to follow her anywhere.
“Y/N! Get down!” Rang through the air with sounds of gunshots and explosions. Bullets sprayed past her as she dove behind an overturned jeep.
“Clint, do you have eyes on the case? I lost it in the fire,” she huffed, reloading her pistol.
“Thirty feet behind you, but they’re moving in fast. The one time we could use pretty boy with us,” the archer grumbled in her ear.
She nodded once as she turned, peaking around the side of the vehicle, and began shooting as many enemies as she could. She smirked when she saw the shield fly through the air and take out of the the enemy agents. “Thanks, there, Cap.”
“Always here for you, Doll,” he gave a quick salute before punching the next man, knocking him out. She saw her path, and took off at high speeds to grab the case. Once she got it, she turned to sprint toward the meetup point, shooting whoever tried to stop her.
“Shit,” she muttered, now out of ammo, as another agent came at her, knife in hand. Luckily, her husband was right behind her, shield flying to take him out.
“Always, Doll,” he grinned, finger on earpiece. “We’re clear, everyone, let’s haul ass and get out of here.” He took a step toward her, and the smile dropped from her face as everything began moving in slow motion. Blood spread across his chest. He looked down before his eye met hers once more. Someone wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her away as she screamed and fought to get back to her husband. This wasn’t happening. It was a bad dream that she would be waking up from any second now.
“STEVE!” she sobbed, eyes on the body Bucky now had slung over his shoulder.
“Come on, Y/N. We gotta move,” a voice muttered into her ear. She allowed herself to be guided back to the jet, only to fall to the ground next to his body, gripping his hand. Willing him back to life as the tears fell down her face, she didn’t see the tears of her teammates around her.
Note: This used to be a rough draft for a different story, but here it is now, existing as a one shot. I always like writing something with my boy Remy involved but if I start writing him actively in the story, he tends to take over. Boy likes to talk. And I was determined to make this a Clint story for my Tumblr readers. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy this.
Warnings: Swearing is about it.
Word Count: 1705
AO3
"You know what's hard, Wands?" I spoke from my position on the floor, tossing a piece of popcorn in the air and letting gravity do the work as I stared at the ceiling and hoped the popcorn would make it in my mouth; it didn't. It bounced off my forehead and landed on the floor next to my head.
"That popcorn game you're playing?" she asked. I could feel the smirk on her face from across the room and sat up to throw a handful at her.
"No, smart ass. I'm trying to be serious here, thank you very much."
"Oh I'm sorry. But you know you are cleaning my room for me now, right?" she launched a piece back at me with her powers.
"Cheater. You can just use those powers of yours and get it all at once, no problem."
"But your cleaning my room will build character," she waved off, before returning to her guitar strumming. "What's hard, Y/N?"
I sighed and flopped back down and stretched out my limbs before speaking. "Being here. You know, I'm not 'enhanced'," I said using air quotes. "I don't exactly have the best resume to be working on this team. Like, I get my options are limited, but really those options are probably more realistic for me than being here. You all have all these powers and skills. I'm just like. An extra." I shrugged and munched on more popcorn before speaking again. "And do you realize how hard it is to be in love with a teammate? Rhetorical question, babe. I know you do. But like. Why does Clint have to make it so difficult?"
"Y/N, you are not an extra. You bring a lot to the team. Natasha is a spy, so she's good at putting on a face, but even she isn't as light on her feet as you. You can sneak up on Bucky. That's pretty light footed. As for your Clint situation. Just tell him."
"Yeah, that's the good ol' Guild training coming in handy," I sighed. "I don't know. I just kinda feel useless these days. And I can't tell him for a very long list of reasons."
"Did you hear that your old boss is living with the X-Men now?" she asked, veering the topic away from depressing subjects.
I wrinkled my nose in a grimace. "Jean-Luc is working with the mutants?"
She rolled her eyes and shook her head. "His son, Y/N."
Duh. I face palmed and sat up. "Remy's with the X-Men?"
She gave me a knowing look. "I have a friend there I keep meaning to visit if you want to see him when I go."
I nodded. "Yeah. Yeah, that'd be nice. I haven't seen him since I left," I pondered, staring into the distance.
Wanda glanced over at her clock. "Er, don't you have training with Bucky in five minutes?"
"Shit! Sure do! Thanks, Sugar. Tell your brother that once I'm done it's his turn to buy the pizza."
I heard her laughing as I bolted from her room to head to the training room. A good stretch and a few punches to the bag later, and I was sparring with the man who'd become like an older brother to me. I swiped his feet from under him and knocked him on his butt before doing a quick move to trap him that he'd taught me before. "Good job, Y/N. Now let me up," he grinned.
"Sorry," I smiled sheepishly before untangling myself from him. "Any big plans tonight?" I asked as we began circling the ring again.
"Nah. Nat and I are gonna grab dinner and she wants to introduce me to movies from the last decade, but nothing too exciting," he said, dodging one of my punches.
"You two gonna make it official yet?" I smirked, jumping up to avoid his kick.
"Did you ask out Birdbrain yet?" he threw back.
"Aw, Buck, you know Sam and I are just friends," I laughed.
"Hey now, leave me out of your dirty scheming!" speak of the devil, the man himself was walking past us on his way to the treadmills.
"Sorry, Handsome," I laughed. Bucky tackled me to the ground in my moment of distraction, unfortunately, and I huffed, trapped. "Okay you win, Buck."
He jumped up and held out his hand, which I took, jumping up from the mat. "I think that's it for the day. It's that attention span you need to work on," he grinned, tapping my forehead.
"Hey, I'm focused as shit when it's a real fight, and you know it."
"You sure are. Oh hey, Barton," he nodded, glancing behind me.
I froze and turned around, seeing the object of my infatuation sitting on the bench next to the ring. "H-hey, Clint. Oh would you look at the time? I have to go Pietro and I have. Thing. Bye!" I zipped out the training room as fast as I could. Why couldn't I behave like a normal person around him?
Clint's eyes followed Y/N's as she left the room. "Is it something I said?"
Bucky rolled his eyes, and patted the archer's shoulder. "Nah man, I think she just hates you."
Clint nodded. "That adds up."
"FRIDAY, can you play my I Prevail playlist?"
"Certainly."
I'd showered after training, and wanted something to tide me over until the twins and I had our pizza tonight. As the opening notes to My Heart I Surrender played, and I began to sing along as I grabbed the stuff I needed for a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. "Will our stars ever align? Will two hearts beat in time? These words you should always remember, to you my heart I surrender."
"You know, kid, instead of singing out your feelings, you could. You know, tell the guy you like him." At the sound of Tony's voice, I jumped, dropping the jar of peanut butter.
"Jesus, Tony! Warn a girl before you sneak up on her." I paused my music and picked up the peanut butter and started making my sandwich.
"Mm. Guess you need more lessons with our resident super spies. Fine tune those senses of yours. Speak of the devil, Hey Legolas. Help Y/N out here."
"She looks like she's doing alright. What's going on?"
"Kid needs to work on fine tuning those skills. Sharpening her senses. So she doesn't get scared whenever I walk into the room."
I scoffed as I picked up my sandwich and turned around. "You're a different kind of scary, Tony." I bit into my sandwich and hopped up on the counter, winking at Tony as Clint started chuckling.
"She's got you there, Stark. Anyway," he turned to me. "Y/N is exactly who I've been looking for all day."
I swallowed the bite of sandwich I had just taken and blinked in surprise. "Me?" I glanced over at Tony as he gave a salute and left, leaving the two of us alone.
"Did I, you know, do something to offend you?" he began.
"What? No! Why would you think that?"
"Well to be honest, I was in the vents earlier, don't ask why. But I was passing through and. Well, I didn't mean to overhear. In fact I only heard the one sentence. But I heard that I make things hard? And well. What did I do? What can I do to help? I know I'm difficult to be around sometimes, but if there's something I can do to make things easier for you," he sighed and met my shocked expression.
"No no no, you didn't do anything! You're just. You're perfect, okay?" I huffed and sent my sandwich down.
"Then why do I make things hard for you? If you need me to keep a distance I can do that. It'll suck for me but if that's what you need. I don't need to stay here so often. I do have an apartment of my own. And I'm sure Kate would like a break from taking Lucky on walks," he rambled.
"Clint you make it hard because I have feelings for you, you giant nerd!" I exclaimed, before clamping my hands over my mouth in shock.
"You--You have feelings for me?"
I sigh and hop down from my seat on the counter and looked up at him. "Yeah. I do."
"You know I use humor to cover up basically every serious feeling every, and I'm addicted to coffee right?"
I nodded. "Yeah. And I'm addicted to Monster. So what?"
"You know my only actual skill is archery, right? You know that me playing those dart games is basically cheating the system right?"
"Not your only skill," I argued. "You're a great fighter, and you're a great spy. SHIELD relies on you for a lot. You're a great friend. You're like another brother to Wanda."
"You know that I sometimes don't use my hearing aids because I just don't want to deal with people, right?" Clint asked, a tilt of his head.
I began moving my hands, signing, "Tough shit, Robin Hood. I've been fluent in sign language since I was thirteen." I smirked upon seeing his dumbfounded expression.
"You know I'm not good enough for you, right?"
"I was raised in the Thieves Guild, Barton. I was engaged to a literal assassin. You're a saint compared to ninety percent of the people I grew up around," I shrugged. "Plus, you try to make things better."
"Okay well. Are you doing anything tonight?" he asked, rubbing his neck.
"I was supposed to have drunk movie night with Wanda and Pietro, if you wanted to join us," I said, tilting my head.
"I'd like that. Can I take you to dinner tomorrow night?" he grinned.
I smiled up at him and nodded. "Yes!"
"Oh uh. In case you were wondering. I uh, I like you in a romantic kind of way too. So I--"
I cut him off with a quick kiss. "I got the idea," I smiled before backing away. "Now I'm going to finish this sandwich, and then we're gonna grab the booze before we grab the twins. I think we're starting with Shrek tonight."
Y/N: Your Name
Y/E/C: Your Eye Color
Warnings: annoying amounts of fluff?
Notes: Clint is chatty but he doesn’t wanna talk about FWB. He wants to talk about the reader and how pretty she is and he’s being gross and romantic so here you go, kiddos. I hope you like it! ((guys Clint needs more love, he’s precious))
NOTES UPDATE: I’m posting this because even though it kinda sucks, I’m proud of it. It’s cute.
Word Count: 986
His hands. If asked what one of her favorite features of his were, it was his hands. They were big, and warm. Rough from years of work; yet soft and loving. They way he’d moved them with conversation. Watching his hands move was hypnotic. Of course, it helped that his hands were attached to strong arms. She’d get lost admiring his biceps, and before she knew it, her gaze would move to his mouth.
Almost always smiling. He’d catch her stare and his lips would upturn into a smirk. He’d ask “See something you like, Babe?” and with that single question, she’d capture his lips, his hands caught in her grasp. Before she moved them to his hair.
Then they’d break apart for air, and their eyes would meet. God, his eyes. That bright blue. His eyes were so expressive. Given his profession, you’d think he’d be better at hiding his emotions sometimes. But no, when he looked at her, she could see every emotion in them. Love, happiness, contentment. He’d mouth ‘I love you’ to her, and she’d sign it back to him. Then she’d fall into his arms. Because that’s where her home was; right there in his arms.
Her smile. That was what he loved most about her. Even when she had a bad day, as soon as her eyes met his, her face would light up and she’d give him a smile that he swore could cure cancer.
And her eyes. They were gorgeous. Her eyes were the most perfect shade of Y/E/C. The first time he met her, he swore he drowned in them. Her smile and her eyes. Seeing that combination on a rough day, or after a particularly hard mission melted all his troubles away.
He loved the little blush she’d get when he caught her checking him out before her mouth attacked his with all the love and passion she had in her body. What she didn’t realize was exactly how often he checked her out in return. But given his profession, he’d be surprised if she did catch him; if she did, he was losing his touch. Though if he was honest, he did check her out enough when she would notice. She’d smirk and send him a wink.
Her laugh truly warmed his heart. Before her, unless he was on a mission where he needed his ears, he didn’t really care about having his hearing aids or not. He’d take the time to read lips or just not really care about what people were saying. But after she entered his life, he took extra care to never forget them. He wasn’t sure heaven was real, but if it did, he was sure that her laugh was better than angels singing.
She loved watching Clint work. Sometimes, she would accompany him to the Avenger’s training facility just to watch him practice with his arrows. And watching him spar with Natasha was always fun. She’d sit off to the sides, sometimes chatting with Wanda or Pietro, pure love and admiration in her eyes.
On his days off, Clint’s favorite activities were anything so long as they were with Y/N. When they both had days off, sometimes they’d just stay in bed, wrapped in each other’s embrace. Some days they’d go out on long walks. Clint liked to borrow Tony’s helicopter rare days and fly them out somewhere. She’d always give a sort of scared laughter at his terrible landing, and he’d roll his eyes because “Come on, I’m not that bad at flying!” and she’d remind him “Babe, it’s not the flying you’re bad at. It’s the landing.” He’d roll his eyes and they would be off on their adventure. Other days off were spent in the kitchen. She’d teach him some of her favorite cookie and cake recipes, and he’d teach her some of his favorite chicken and pasta recipes. They usually got distracted and threw some ingredients at each other; which turned into Clint tickling her. Which turned into her gasping for air between laughs. Which then usually turned into them ending up making out on the counter, or floor. Rarely making it into the bedroom.
Their favorite days off were spent exploring the city. New York was always buzzing with some new activity. One time, they found a tiny festival in the park. Another time they found a street artist decorating the sidewalks. Then there was the day they spent at Coney Island. Clint won every prize at the dart game and they spent their next day off giving all the prizes he’d won to kids at the hospital. She only kept the purple teddy bear, saying it reminded her of him.
Her favorite adventure to go on, however was today. He had brought her to his farm for the month. As a teacher, she had the summer off now. And he took some vacation time just to spend with her. They’d been at the farm for a week and half, and tonight they were outside, enjoying the stars and a bonfire. As they sat cuddled close, sitting on a blanket, she felt him kiss the top of her head. “Hey babe?”
“Hm?” she acknowledged with a slight nod, eyes still on the fire.
“Wanna get married?” she heard the smile in his voice and smiled herself, not looking away from the fire as she smiled as well.
“Yeah, okay,” she nodded.
“Babe?”
“Yeah?”
“I love you.”
“I love you too, Clint,” she replied, finally turning around to meet his lips. When she pulled away, he kissed her once more on her forehead before holding up the little black box. She smiled and watched as he opened it to reveal the ring. And opal, as unique and they were. As he slipped it on her finger, she smiled. Life with Clint was an adventure, and she wouldn’t have it any other way.
