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Clint Barton "Hawkeye" Masterlist

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Bothersome Brothers

Words: 976 Pairing: Clint Barton x Asgardian!Reader Other Relationships: Brother!Thor & Brother!Loki Request: “Hello. Can I get a Clint Barton imagine where the reader is Thor and Loki's sister and her and Clint start being all 'buddy buddy' and the big bros see where this is going so they have 'the talk' with him and she finds out and scolds her brother's and then goes on a nightly stroll with Clint. I hope that makes sense... Thanks💖” @weirdnewbie 

“No, don’t raise your elbow when you draw back.” Clint Barton whispered into your ear. He was strong for a Midgardian and patient. Patient enough to teach Thor and Loki’s younger sister the art of archery. Asgardian’s weren’t exactly known for their patience, and certainly not the Asgardians in your family. Clint brushed his fingers along your arm, stopping just at your elbow. He tilted your elbow down gently so that it was parallel to the ground.

“Alright, now hold that stance and take aim.” You did as he instructed inhaling a breath and aiming the arrowhead at the target several yards away. You released your fingers from the back end of the arrow and it went soaring through the air. The head sunk into the yellow region of the target. It wasn’t the center, but it was a vast improvement over your last few attempts.

You clapped Clint’s back in celebration. He took a half-step forward to steady himself from falling over, but smiled up at you. (You were about a foot taller than he.) Your cheeks pinked as you realized you might have over done your strength.

“Shall we try again?” You suggested timidly.

“Uh, yeah.” Clint nodded, gaining his footing. “Go ahead and nock another arrow.” You did as he had instructed, holding the bow tight in one hand and drawing back the string while keeping your elbow parallel to the ground. After taking aim a second time, you loosed the arrow, this time it drove straight through the center of the target.

“Did you see that?” You bellowed excitedly before pulling Clint into a bone crushing hug. (while taking great care not to actually crush his bones.) What neither of you knew was that you were being watched from a glass window in the hallway by your two brothers.

“[Y/N] and Barton seem rather chummy don’t you think, brother?” Loki asked, practically twirling his metaphorical villain mustache.

“Yes.” Thor agreed. “Do you think he knows about the time she crushed a man’s skull between her thighs?”

“Perhaps we should warn him.” Loki suggested.

“I agree. We will find him once they have finished with their lesson. For now, we must get to our meeting with the Man of Iron.” Thor continued walking down the hall, picturing you carrying Clint in your arms bridal style. The image was enough to make him smile.

You had made dinner plans with Clint later that night as a thank you for all the hard work he’d been putting into teaching you. So, imagine your surprise when you started looking around for your favorite archer, and he was nowhere to be found. He wasn’t in his room or the training arena. He wasn’t in the kitchen. (Another one of Barton’s usual stomping grounds.) You were considering giving up your search when you bumped into Natasha. She told you she had just seen Clint in the common room with your two brothers.

You stomped into the common room not believing the sight before your eyes. Clint was sitting back in an armchair with his feet up on the coffee table, his hands behind his head. Thor and Loki were sitting on the couch across from him. The God of Thunder was leaning far forward in his seat, looking at Clint very seriously. Loki was lounging back in his seat, swirling a drink in his hand.

“What in the nine realms is going on here?!” Was all you could manage to snarl at your two brothers.

“Ah, Sister,” Thor looked over at you uncomfortably. “we were just…”

“Just making sure this Midgardian knows his place.” Loki interrupted lazily. 

“What are you talking about?” You scoffed. “Clint’s done nothing to either of you.”

“They think I have…what was it you said Thor? Impure intentions.” Clint explained. “Big brothers.” He shrugged his shoulders as if to say, ‘What are you gonna do?’

“This is absurd! How long has this been going on? And you’ve just been sitting here?” You brought a hand to your forehead.

“Sister, there’s no reason to react so strongly.” Loki rolled his eyes as if he were bored by your dramatics.”We were merely sharing tales of your many adventures through the realms.” 

“You are always doing things like this. The pair of you!” You grabbed Clint’s forearm and pulled him to his feet. “I liked it better when you were waging wars over Jotunheim.” With that final statement, you pulled Clint out of the room.

“I must apologize for their behavior.” You said once the two of you were alone. “As I said they’ve always behaved in this way, a constant tug-of-war. They worry I don’t possess enough love to share it with more than the two of them. I will seek vengeance for you.” You released your hold on Clint’s arm and turned to re-enter the common room, but he stopped you.

“Hang on,” He called out with a smile. “They’re not so bad. I mean, I’m in one piece, right?” He gestured haphazardly at his unharmed body. “You should be glad, they’re interrogating me because they think I like you, that only means they love you.”

“That does not give them the right…”

“Do you want to take a walk?” He suggested. “The gardens outside, they’re beautiful and Stark’s had some lights put up out there, makes everything look real nice. It’s where I like to go when I need some space or a place to calm down. Come with me.” He offered out his hand.

“I’m afraid I’ve inconvenienced you enough today. Perhaps another time.” You said with a weak smile.

“Please, [Y/N], I already feel bad enough about messing up our dinner. The least I can do is a walk around the garden.” This time you took his extended hand and you followed the archer down the hall and out to the garden.

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Is That My Shirt? - Clint Barton Edition 

Clint was basically your hero. His wife Laura had died when their son Nathan was born. Since then, he’d been a single dad doing it all. That’s where you came in, because even heroes need help sometimes. You’d been hired by the eagle-eyed archer to work at his farm and help take care of the kids. It was a pretty easy gig. Lila and Cooper mostly took care of their selves and Nathan was the calmest toddler you’d ever come in contact with. That is until the week all three kids got the flu. You were determined to handle the situation entirely on your own. There was no need to bother Clint, right?

Sure the end of the day found you covered in vomit and absolutely exhausted, but Cooper, Lila and Nathan all seemed to be doing just fine. With the kids down for for the night, you finally seized the quiet moment to take a shower. Only realizing once you stepped out, you had no clean clothes with you. Cursing your rookie mistake, you desperately hoped your employer wouldn’t mind you borrowing an outfit from his laundry you’d washed that morning.

You were cleaning up the kid’s toys and generally straightening up when he got home. You heard the front door and your heart began to pound. Any second he’d enter the living room and spot you. As it turned out, you had nothing to fear. Clint leaned against the door frame and smiled.

“Flannel looks good on you,” He winked.