Hey its me again 👋 Could I please have Clint x gn reader with 32,39 and 49 off of the non-nsfw list? Maybe a friends to lover style or something along those lines. Thank you so much for you hard work 💖
A/N: Hello again love! Thank you so much for this request, your support means so much! I want to first apologize for this taking so long, I've been super busy and didn't want to post something crappy for you. I really hope that you enjoy this! Feedback is always appreciated!
Summary: Clint and you are training together when things take a turn and confessions are made.
(gif not mine!)
“Come on, Clint! You know you need to keep up on your fight training! What if you lost your bow, huh? And you came across someone like me?"
“Like you?” Clint questioned back, watching as you broke into a large smile.
You nodded, flexing your arms and doing a mock uppercut, “Y'know, someone incredibly strong.”
Clint laughed at this, smiling along as he admired your playful, fun nature, “Not to be rude, sweetheart, but you're weak.”
You immediately gasped, a hand flying to cover your chest in mock pain, “You're one to speak.”
Clint and you were often like this, teasing each other and purposely giving one another a hard time. You had come to the Avengers with Nat, and naturally, the three of you all became best friends. But, everyone could see that the two of you shared a special bond, one that the two of you would often get teased for.
Within a second, you had bolted towards Clint, dropping down to slide between his legs, grabbing one in the process. You yanked, causing Clint to fall with a shout, and you wasted no time in pinning him to the ground. Clint groaned, glaring up at you though it didn't last long as he was quickly flipping the two of you over so that he was on top.
“Better, you just need practice,” You teased.
Clint backed off, offering a hand to help you stand. Once you two were up you began your training, throwing swing after swing at each other, though being careful to never make contact. You went on like this for a while, occasionally one of you would tackle the other or sweep their legs out from underneath. It was filled with a mixture of playful remarks and praise.
You enjoyed your moments like this, and they came quite often. It was not uncommon for Clint and you to train together. Almost always, the two of you were in the same room, you training with your weapon of choice while Clint trained with his bow, the two of you praising each other even though you weren't directly training together.
It was good for you, and you were happy it was Clint. You enjoyed being with him, and he enjoyed being with you. Your close bond was part of the reason that you two were always together, no matter what you were doing. Not to mention you also had a major crush on him… but you kept that to yourself. You didn't want to ruin the friendship, and you also believed that it wasn't the best idea to get involved with someone with you being an Avenger and all. There were so many risks, and you truly didn't believe you could handle losing Clint, which was why you kept it all to yourself and simply blushed anytime someone teased you.
Currently, Clint had you pinned, his hands holding down your wrists and his legs pinned down your waist. You smirked up at him before your smile quickly dropped, noticing a slight stream of red rolling down from his eyebrow, “Is that blood?”
Clint immediately let go of your hands, furrowing his eyebrows as he reached up to touch the cut over his eyebrow. Pulling down, he looks at the blood on his fingers before smiling at you, “.....No?”
Gently, you shoved Clint off and rolled your eyes while doing so. You quickly grabbed a towel and motioned for Clint to sit on the bench. He complied and allowed you to begin to clean the cut.
“I think you should stick to your bow,” You teased as Clint looked up at you.
He rolled his eyes, “I never wanted to leave my bow. You told me I should train, in case I came across someone like you. But you are right, you're badass, and you fight really good."
“Well, duh, I was trained with Nat."
“Yeah, yeah, I know,” A sighed left Clint's lips as he looked up at you, “I like the way you clean me up and take care of me."
“Yeah, well, I've had to learn."
“I'm glad you learned. I wouldn't like it if someone else took care of me."
“Clint?”
“Hmm?”
“Are you flirting with me?”
"You finally noticed?"
You stepped back, staring at him in shock, “Wait!? For how long?”
Clint watched you carefully, afraid he might have overstepped, “Quite some time.. a few months or so.”
“You better not be joking, or I swear I will kick your ass, Barton.”
Immediately he stood up, raising his hands in surrender, “Whoa whoa, why so hostile?”
“Because I can't handle if you're lying to me.”
Without missing a beat, Clint stepped forward, gently bringing you into his arms like he had so many times before. But this time was different. A difference in the way he held you, softer, more protective. He smiled, leaning to kiss your forehead before moving back slowly.
“I'm not lying, I've liked you for far too long, and I should've acted on it months ago, but I--”
You wasted no time in cutting him off, smashing your lips against his in an attempt to convey your feelings. He responded quickly, his lips molding against yours most perfectly. In a way that told you that Clint was the one. Your lips were meant for each other. The kiss was unlike any other you'd ever experienced. Every part he touched was set on fire, your body tingling under his skin. One hand had found your hair, and the other found your waist, squeezing slightly before Clint pulled back breathless.
He connected your forehead, smiling, “Wow.”
“Wow is correct.”
“I hope you know... I'll be doing that quite often now,” Clint smirked as he gazed into your eyes, quickly kissing your lips again.
Original request from @scrawlingwithstyle: Here's a request I've been sitting on for a bit. ClintxReader; Clint is deaf and most people rely on his lipreading skills, but Reader knows some ASL from when her family thought her autistic younger sibling would never speak (they became vocal close to seven years old). They have secret conversations across the room, thinking no one else on the team understands. . . . They're wrong. Adjust however you like!
A/N: Okay, it’s taken probably close to a year to actually get around to this, but i kind of breezed through writing it? And it was a whole bunch of fun to finally put down in a document. I didn’t change much about your request, but I definitely added to it, and made it a little romantic? Idk if it’ll come off as romance, it’s kind of goofy (it’s Clint, there needs to be a goof somewhere.) I really hope you like it, though!!
Page dividers by @carryonmyswansong
Pairing: ClintxReader
Word Count: 5.5k
Warnings: None
“Are you sure about this, Bruce?” I ask. “Ross let me go as soon as you went AWOL. I haven’t worked with people like this in years.”
“Of course I’m sure! You were the best back in the day.”
“Back in the day,” I laugh. “You make it sound like we’re ancient.”
“We’re not as young as we used to be,” he says. “But that’s the point. You’ll bring some much needed experience to the table.”
“But I’m not a spy and I definitely don’t have any powers.”
“Trust me, (Y/N), superpowers are not all they’re cracked up to be, and both spies have long since ceased their spying activities.” I cock one eyebrow and he laughs. “For the most part.”
“Saying a spy stopped being a spy is like saying you misplaced the hulk.”
“Ah, very true.”
“I’ll do it, though.”
“You will?”
“Well I can’t very well leave you to fend for yourself, now can I? As it stands, I’m already a shitty friend, working together can’t hurt things.”
Bruce grins and grips my shoulder. “I’ll see you Monday, then.”
I roll my eyes, but can’t fight back my smile. “Do I need to pack a bag, or will I be allowed to go home at the end of the day?”
“Not sure yet. Might as well bring a change of clothes and a toothbrush just in case.”
“Alright, then. I’ll see you Monday.”
“I can’t believe you actually pulled it off, Banner,” Stark says. “You wrangled a counselor for the team?”
“What,” I say. “Like it was supposed to be hard?”
Bruce laughs and reaches out to place his hand on my shoulder. “I’ve known (Y/N) for just about as long as I can remember. I’m sure she’ll be a good fit.”
“As long as you can remember, huh?” I look past Captain Rogers and find a sandy haired man. He grins when I meet his eyes. “Just how long?”
I bob my head from side to side. “Somewhere between twenty years and most of our lives.”
He whistles. “Pretty long time, then.”
“Mhm.”
Bruce clears his throat. “I’m sure (Y/N) wants to see where she’ll be working, so I’ll just show her to her office.”
Everyone in the boardroom waves and Bruce leads me out of the room. As soon as we’re out in the hall I sigh and bow my head, finally able to let my shoulders relax.
“That was a lot.”
Bruce chuckles. “Trust me, it’ll either get worse or stay exactly the same as time goes on, depending on who you’re talking to.”
“The blond guy who spoke up, that’s Hawkeye, right?”
“Clint Barton, yeah.”
“Will I be seeing much of him?”
“I’m not sure. I don’t really know much about the guy. He seems pretty happy-go-lucky and stable most of the time, though.”
“Huh.” I shrug and hitch my bag a little higher on my shoulder. “You never know with some people.”
“True. I’m sure you’ll deal with him at least once more after this. He’s the curious type.”
“I guess I’ll have to look forward to that, then.”
Bruce hummed in agreement and leads me to the elevator bank and takes me down to what will eventually be my office. He gives me a basic rundown of the facilities and shows me which restroom is closest to my office. I ask for a baseline reading on everyone on the team and Bruce rattles off what he’s noticed about the main five.
“Steve will most likely drop by to make small talk, but it may take some time for him to open up in any way that counts. Tony will joke about therapy, but once he warms up to you it’ll be impossible to get him to leave.”
“Oof, that bad?”
“He’s long-winded.”
“Then I guess I’ll have to enforce appointments with him when he starts to take interest.”
“Probably wise.”
“And Natasha?”
“I doubt you’ll see much of her. She has her ways of working through her issues on her own.”
“Do they involve murder?”
“Don’t know, and I don’t care to.”
“Got it. None of our business. I’ll let her come to me if she needs anything.” I plop down behind my new desk. “What about Thor?”
“Who knows. He shows up when he wants and tends to be a pretty jovial guy.”
“Ah. Is there anyone else outside of the tower I can expect?”
“Wanda, Sam, and Rhodey will be around from time to time. If Steve has his way, Bucky will move in at some point, and Wanda is currently in the process of moving into the tower, so you may see her more after that. I’m not sure how often she’ll drop by. She’s fairly private due to her powers.”
“Energy manipulation, right?”
He nods. “That, and other mind tricks.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
“But that just leaves Clint, and we’ve already gone over what you can expect from him.”
“It doesn’t just leave Clint, Bruce.” I fold my hands on the desktop. “I expect to see you in here at least once a week. Ideally twice.”
Bruce scowls. “(Y/N), you know how I feel about that.”
“Yeah, well, I listen to your opinions on that stuff when I’m just your friend. Now I’m your therapist, and you’re going to listen to me because I know what works for you. So I expect you to get your pasty ass in here when you’re scheduled.”
“You’re making appointments for me now?”
“Until I’m sure you’ll come to me on your own, yes.”
He rolls his eyes. “Fine. Send me the schedule. I’ll see you at my appointed time.”
“Wonderful.” I relax my shoulders, letting my professional mask slip. “Thanks for this, Bruce. I mean it.”
“I know you do.” He cracks a smile. “You’re the only person I trust to get to the root of our issues.”
“I appreciate that. I’ll try not to let you down.”
“Believe me, (Y/N), if anyone’s gonna let me down, it’ll be the team.” I laugh and he heads for the door. “I’ll see you later. Good luck with your first day.”
“Thanks, Bruce. I’ll see you later!”
“So, (Y/N),” Tony says, spreading out on the couch across from my chair. “What’s your deal?”
“My deal?”
“Yeah, what makes you tick? What motivates you to try and heal the fragile minds of the Avengers?”
“I’d say a decent paycheck is a pretty good motivator, Mr. Stark.”
He seems disappointed with my answer. “Is that it?”
“Well, that, and I want to make sure Bruce is doing alright. He’s struggled with therapy in the past, and I want to make sure he’s getting the kind of help that he needs.”
“I see.” He presses his lips together and folds his arms. “You’re not even curious about the rest of the team?”
“Of course I’m curious, but nothing discussed in this tower will be shared with anyone outside. I take my patients privacy very seriously.”
“You sure you don’t just fear for your life?”
“Living in New York, I fear for my life constantly. That doesn’t mean that I’m worried about getting merced if I get a little loose lipped outside of work.” I sigh and lean back in my chair. “That being said, I won’t be sharing your confidential information with anyone you haven’t specifically given authorized access to your records.”
“Huh.”
“Yeah. It’s almost like I’m a professional, right?”
He smiles. “I’m really starting to like you, (Y/N).”
“Then I guess I have a lot more of this to look forward to, then, don’t I?”
I laughs and hauls himself up from the couch. “We’ll see.”
I make a note of his response in my open document. “Sounds like a tentative yes to me, Mr. Stark, and I’ll be here so long as you deem my services necessary.”
He nods and exits my office. He leaves the door open.
“How are you liking it here so far, (Y/N)?”
“It’s been quiet, Captain Rogers. It’s a bit like pulling teeth trying to get anyone to make use of their resources.”
“I guess it would be. We’re a relatively private bunch.” He pauses a moment. “And, please, call me Steve.”
“Right, Steve. Is there anything that I can do for you today?” I ask. “It’s entirely alright if you just want to make small talk.”
“Oh, well, uh…” He awkwardly clears his throat and shifts uncomfortably on the couch. “I guess I just wanted to get a lay of the land.”
“I understand.” I glance around my office. “I should probably bring in some art and plants. Make it a little less sterile in here.”
Steve laughs. “That might help.”
I smile. “Maybe an area rug?”
He shrugs. “Whatever you think would be best.”
“I appreciate the creative freedom.” I close my laptop, set it to the side, and settle back in my chair. “Is there something on your mind, Steve?”
“No,” he says quickly. He immediately looks conflicted. “I… well, kind of.”
“Feel free to speak. Nothing you say will leave this office.”
“You hardly know me.”
I shrug. “I know how stressful this environment can be. And, while your team is very good at what they do, they’re also the ones who are causing your stress.”
“I don’t know if I’d say that.” I watch him chew the inside of his cheek. “I guess I’m just concerned that things might not get better, even when Bucky’s moved in.”
“Why’s that?”
“I don’t know. I’m worried that it might not be a good fit for him, or that the team won’t accept him, or that he might not even want to be around me.”
“Those are all valid concerns. Have you mentioned any of this to him?”
“God no. I don’t want to stress him out more than I already have with all of this moving business.”
“I might suggest bringing it up. He might be having similar worries himself, and, as helpful as it is to work towards what’s troubling you with me, I won’t be able to settle your nerves.”
“Maybe you’re right…”
“If nothing else, it might open up a new line of communication between the two of you, which couldn’t hurt.”
Steve stays for another hour, just talking. When he leaves, he asks if I want the door open or closed. I don’t give him a definite answer and he leaves it open, just a crack. I laugh and start on his profile.
Someone knocks on my door and I glance up from my paperwork to see Clint standing in the doorway.
“Mr. Barton,” I say. “I was wondering when I might see you.”
He shrugs. “Here I am.”
“After two weeks, I was starting to think you were avoiding me.”
“If I was?”
“Then it’s none of my business.”
The corner of his mouth lifts in a smile. “I like that answer.”
I rise from my desk and gesture to the couch. He raises his eyebrows, but takes a seat anyway. I sit across from him and watch as he tries to decide just how he should sit. In the end, he leans heavily on his knees. Nothing about him is relaxed.
“I’m starting to think Bruce was wrong about you.”
“What’d the green bean tell you about me?”
“Nothing concrete,” I answer. “He just mentioned that you seem to have a positive outlook on things most of the time.”
He snorts. “Great.”
“Mmm, I see. It’s a facade, then?”
He frowns and presses a finger to his right ear. “Could you say that again?”
“I said, it’s a facade, then?”
“Sometimes.”
I nod. “Interesting.”
He barks out a laugh. “Yeah, interesting.”
I watch him look around the room, examining the art on the walls and the stacks of paper on my desk. When he turns his head to the left, I notice his purple earpiece and something suddenly clicks. He tilts his head to the side when he sees me staring.
“What?”
“Would it be easier if we signed?” I ask, signing along as I speak.
He looks surprised. “You sign?”
I laugh. “Yes. My little brother is on the Autism spectrum. When he was a kid, he was almost entirely nonverbal. Mom taught him sign, and the rest of the family learned along with him.”
“That must’ve been really nice for him.”
“It was nice to be able to communicate with him when he couldn’t vocalize what he wanted to say. He eventually started speaking when he was about seven, though.”
“And you still held onto the signing skills?”
“Of course! It’s not like he just, bam, started talking. It was a long process, and he still has nonverbal days sometimes.” Clint starts to actually smile and it warms my heart. “It’s come in handy in my particular line of work too. Deaf and hard of hearing folks need counsellors and therapists too.”
“Which brings the topic of conversation back to me.” He shakes his head and leans back against the couch and signs, “You’re a tricky one, (Y/N).”
“I’m not tricky!”
“Then what?”
“I’m accommodating.” I speak again, but continue to sign along. “You don’t have to tell me everything, or anything, really. But I’m here to help, if you need me.”
“Thank you.”
“Of course, Clint. Any time.”
“Seems like you and Clint are getting close,” Bruce says.
“I don’t know what you mean, man.”
“He’s in here all the time, (Y/N). There’s no way Barton needs therapy five times a week.”
“It’s not always about therapy, Bruce. I strive to make my office a safe space where everyone knows that they can speak freely. He knows that he can come here and chill out without worrying about the rest of the team.”
“Barton doesn’t really worry about anything, though.”
“I wouldn’t be so sure of that.”
Bruce stares at me, eyes narrowed, and snaps his fingers. "You like him."
I roll my eyes. "I do not like him, Bruce. And you're not even here to talk about Clint, you're here to work on yourself and managing your stress levels."
He rolls his eyes. "I'm sure there's something we could talk about aside from me."
I sigh and hold my head in my hands. "I've been here for two months. I haven't been around long enough to form anything more than tentative relationships with the rest of the team. I'm more concerned about whether or not they can open up to me than I am with my love life."
“Right,” Bruce clears his throat.
“Thank you.” He looks thoroughly ashamed and I have to laugh. “I appreciate the interest, but it’s just not something that you need to worry about.”
“No, I understand.” He smiles and shrugs. “I guess I just miss having that easy rapport with you.”
“I mean, we still have that, Bruce. It’s just not something that I want to talk about in the workplace. It’s one thing to shoot the shit over lunch on a Saturday, it’s another to discuss my patients with another patient, all of whom are my coworkers.”
“I didn’t think about it like that.”
I smile. “It’s fine. Did you want to pick up where we left off on Tuesday?”
“Yeah, sounds good.”
“(Y/N)?”
I’m startled by the woman in the doorway. “Ms. Romanoff?”
She shakes her head and steps into my office. “As long as you’re not a government official, it’s just Natasha.”
“Ah, right.” I sit a little straighter in my chair. “What can I do for you, Natasha?”
“Clint’s said you’ve helped him a lot.”
“I don’t know about that. We just talk. He does all the helping.”
“I figured you’d say that.” She moves quickly across the room and takes a seat on the couch. “I’d like to talk to you, if you have the time.”
“Oh.” I scramble up from my desk to sit across from her. “What about?”
“I need help working through a recent case.”
“Are you sure I’m qualified for that?”
“Well, you said Clint does all the helping. Maybe what I need is a sounding board.”
“Fair enough. Where are you caught up?”
Natasha rattles off the details of a recent mission. I do my best to follow her, but she loses me when she starts explaining the intricacies of a piece of Hydra technology they discovered. Eventually, she perks up, almost looking like she wants to jump up from her seat and run from the room.
“I think I’ve got it.”
“That’s great!”
She calmly gets to her feet and walks to the door. “Thank you, (Y/N).”
I shake my head. “It was my pleasure.”
“Even so, you helped me.” She flashes me an unexpected smile. “I appreciate that.”
“It’s not a problem, Natasha. I hope that we can speak again at some point.”
She nods and heads for the door. “I’ll see you around.”
In the hall I hear, “Oh, hey, Nat.” and Clint pokes his head in soon after.
I smile. “Hey.”
“Hey.” He leans in the doorway and folds his arms. “What’d Nat dump on you?”
“Doctor patient confidentiality, Barton,” I say. “I can’t tell you.”
His arms fall to his side and he dramatically slumps into the room. “I thought you trusted me!”
I laugh. “I do trust you, Clint. But it’s not my information to give.” He drapes himself across the couch and grins at the sight of me fighting back my smile. “If it were, Bruce would have full access to what we talk about in our sessions.”
“That’s private information, (Y/N)!” He laughs. “I see your point.”
“Good.”
“Did you want to grab lunch later? That weird little cafe down the street started serving some kind of coffee burger.”
“Ugh, and you want to eat that?”
“(Y/N), it’s a coffee burger.”
“With all the heinous shit you put in your body, it’s a wonder you’re still alive.”
“If you think I’m bad, you should meet my dog.”
“Is that an offer?”
“Maybe.” He shrugs. “Guess you’ll have to stick around long enough to find out.”
I roll my eyes. “It’s been four months, Clint. If I haven’t run for the hills yet, I’m pretty sure it’s not gonna happen for a while yet.”
Something twinkles in his eyes. “That’s good to hear. I was worried I might scare you off.”
“If anyone were to scare me off, it’d be Tony.” I shake my head. “That man is a handful.”
“What happened to patient confidentiality?”
“Since when is Tony being a handful a secret?” He laughs and I relax in my seat. “But, yeah, I’ll get lunch with you.”
“Really?”
“Someone has to make sure you don’t keel over from physically eating coffee.”
“Oh come on! It’s not like they solidified the coffee and stuck it on a bun!”
“How do you know they didn’t? Maybe they turned the coffee into jello, passed it through a meat grinder, and threw it on a griddle.”
His face scrunches up in disgust. “Ugh, that’d just be burnt coffee.”
“I’ve watched you drink an entire pot of burnt coffee.”
“Desperate times, (Y/N). They call for desperate measures.”
I sigh and shake my head. ”I guess it’s fine, so long as you’re not addicted to caffeine pills.”
“Those don’t do anything for me.”
“That’s terrifying.”
He laughs, hauls himself up from the couch, and offers me a hand. “Shall we?”
“Shall we what?”
“Head out for lunch.”
“Now? I thought you said later.”
“It’s been like five minutes. It’s later now.”
I laugh. “I can’t just go now. I have an appointment with Steve in twenty minutes. We can leave after that.”
He pouts. “Fine.”
“Don’t give me that look, Clint!”
He sighs and trudges towards the door. “I guess I’ll just have to make a reservation for one thirty.”
“That’d be great.”
He flashes a brilliant smile before disappearing out into the hall. I shake my head and move back to my desk.
“That man is gonna get me in trouble.”
“I thought you said you weren’t involved with Clint?”
“I’m not, Bruce.”
“Then what’s this?” He places his phone on my keyboard.
I pick up the phone and find an article titled “Hawkeye’s New Flame, or Just a Fling?” pulled up. A picture of Clint and I at lunch the other day sits just below a paragraph speculating who I could be. I snort and hand him his phone.
“Clint and I went to lunch. That’s all.” I sit back and fold my arms. “What’s the problem, Bruce?”
“I don’t want you getting dragged into some kind of media storm because you work with us.”
“It’s one article!”
“There’s at least four more like it that I’ve seen.”
“I’m not worried about it, Bruce. Clint just went out for lunch and some pap caught us talking. That’s it. There’s nothing more to it, but I can’t stop people from talking.”
“You shouldn’t have to deal with it.”
“No one should have to deal with anyone plastering their personal life all over the internet, but you know what? I’d rather get caught out in public with Clint than Tony.” I laugh. “Can you imagine the shitstorm that’d kick up if that happened?”
Bruce tries not to laugh. “I guess you’re right.”
“It was bound to get out that the Avengers brought in a counsellor at some point. It’s better that it’s like this instead of some media outlet picking up a rumor and deciding that you’re all unstable.”
“Well…”
“I’m not saying you’re the most sane bunch, but that’s no one’s business but yours. Regardless, don’t worry about this. It’ll be fine.”
“Alright.” He pockets his phone. “You’d tell me if something was wrong, right?”
“Of course I would, Bruce. If something comes up, I’ll let you know.”
I sit on the floor of the gym and lift the collar of my shirt to wipe the sweat from my face.
Clint plops down on the floor beside me and tips his head to the side.
“Definitely didn’t expect to find you in here,” he says.
“What, I can’t work out?” I groan and lay back. “Ugh.”
“You okay?”
“No. I knew I should’ve just stuck to the treadmill.”
“What’d you do to yourself?”
“Weights.”
He laughs. “Why did you do that?”
“I don’t know. Is wanting to be able to lift a very large dog a good reason?”
“I wouldn’t say it’s a bad reason.” He lays beside me and props himself up on his elbow. “I could help you, if you want.”
“I don’t know how I feel about being all sweaty gross around you.”
He pokes my stomach and I laugh and shift away. “I don’t know, (Y/N), sweaty’s the new sexy.”
“Aw, that’s sweet.” I laugh and scrunch my nose. “Also kind of gross.”
“Sweet and kind of gross, I think you’ve pretty much summed me up perfectly.” I laugh so hard that I snort and he grins. “So, do you want help working out?”
I press my fist to my mouth to quiet my giggling. “If you’re willing to, I really would appreciate it.”
“Then it’s a done deal.” I thank him and his smile softens. “Sorry about those articles last week, by the way.”
“It’s fine, don’t worry about it.”
“I should’ve warned you, at least. I’m used to it, but you didn’t sign up for pap shots and gossip columns when you took this job.”
I scowl. “Honestly, Clint. If you’re not gonna read my lips, read my hands. It’s totally fine. I don’t care. I had a nice time at lunch. A few dumb articles won’t change that.”
“You mean that?”
“Well, yeah. I like spending time with you outside of all of this,” I say, gesturing to the tower in general. “With, y’know, no expectations of maintaining all of the professional bullshit.”
“Pretty sure you’re the most professional one here.”
“Thanks, I’m glad that comes across in the day to day, but do you understand what I’m saying? Like I genuinely do not care about what a shitty news outlet says. At the end of the day, the only opinions that matter are ours.” I sigh and settle on the floor. “Sorry.”
“Sounds like we’re not the only ones who need therapy.”
I hum. “Maybe I do.”
“No shame in it.”
I smile at him. “I know.” I sit up and get to my feet. “It’s getting late, I should head out.”
“You’re in tomorrow, right?”
“Yeah, I’ll be around till noon. I’ve got a wedding later in the day.”
“Not yours, right?”
I laugh. “No, definitely not mine.”
“Cool,” He smiles up at me. “Then I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Since when do we have staff meetings?” Clint asks.
“Since we brought on a counselor,” Tony says.
I frown. “I’ve been here six months and I’ve never been to any kind of meeting.”
“I’m going to ignore the fact that you brought that up and just keep moving with the meeting.”
I snort and shoot Clint a look. He laughs and signs for me to stop. I wave him off and turn my attention back to the head of the table.
Tony rambles on for about half an hour before Steve cuts in and the two of them start going back and forth. They bicker for twenty minutes before Thor swans in, greeting everyone with his bright, booming voice. I was stuck in my office the last time he was on Earth, so our paths never had a chance to cross. Steve takes a moment to introduce the two of us and Thor vigorously shakes my hand, unintentionally jostling me around the whole time. He takes his seat on the other side of Bruce and the conversation picks up again.
I catch Clint’s eye twitching in my peripheral when Thor speaks a little too loudly. I gesture to get his attention and he raises his eyebrows when he meets my eyes.
“You good?” I sign.
He nods. “Can’t pay attention to save my life in these meetings.”
“I’ve never known anyone to compliment your attention span.”
He mouths, “Oh, ha ha,” and I laugh.
“You’re mean, (Y/N).”
“And here I thought you liked me.”
“Never said I didn’t.” He grins. “The way things are going, I’d say you’re probably just my type.”
I shake my head and hide my smile behind my hand. “Stop.”
“Aw, you're cute when you're embarrassed." I flip him off and he laughs. “That's a compliment!"
I snort. “Pay attention, Clint.”
We manage to make it through another hour and, by that time, someone has turned off the lights and started giving a presentation. I fold my arms on the table and rest my chin on top and beg myself to stay awake through this meeting. I’m sure it’ll only be a little while longer.
Clint’s hand creeps into my line of sight and he taps the table to get my attention. I shoot him a quizzical look and he lifts his eyebrows.
“You still with us?” he signs.
“No.”
“It’s going longer than I thought it would.”
“I’m honestly about to fall asleep.”
“Aw, (Y/N), no.”
“This is how I go out. Avenge me, Clint.”
“No!”
“It’s your job. You have to.”
“But who will help me through the trauma?”
I cover my mouth to muffle my laughter. “I’d be dead, that’s none of my concern.”
He shakes his head. “And you call yourself my friend.”
Natasha clears her throat, startling me away from the conversation. I try to pay attention to the presentation, but I just can't wrap my head around what they're talking about and Clint easily distracts me again.
"Quick question."
Surprised, I sign, "Shoot."
"Would you want to go out with me?"
My brain stops working for a second. "Wait, what?"
"I said, will you go out with me?"
My heart hammers in my chest. "Like as friends, or on a date?"
He sighs. "We've been hanging out as friends for months now. I'm asking you on a date, stupid."
My face heats and I sit back in my seat. “Oh.”
He laughs. “Did I break you?”
“A little.” I frown.
“Just say yes!”
Startled, I glance up the table, only to find Natasha glaring at Clint and I. Everyone is looking at us and I suddenly want to disappear.
“What’s the problem?” Steve asks.
“I’m sick of watching the two of them flirt with each other,” Natasha says. “You’ve been mooning over each other for months. Just say yes and be done with it.”
“Nat, they haven’t said a single thing since the beginning of the meeting.”
“They’ve been signing at each other the entire meeting.” She looks directly at me and signs, “I see everything.”
“Sorry.”
“Just say yes.” She looks very pointedly between Clint and I. “You’d be good together.”
“I thought you said you didn’t like him!” Bruce says.
“That was months ago, Bruce. Things change.”
“Don’t be hard on her,” Natasha says. “Clint’s an acquired taste.”
“I’m just gonna, um…” I gesture to the door. “I’m just gonna go.”
I see Tony and Steve nod and I shove my chair back from the table and make my escape. The door shuts behind me, and I’m free. I sigh, relieved to be free of the weight of everyone’s eyes on me, only for the embarrassment of having my crush exposed to my coworkers to settle deep in my stomach.
I press my fingertips to my temples and walk down the hallway. “I knew he was gonna get me in trouble.”
I make the decision to just go back to my office. Maybe I can at least get some work done or, at the very least calm down. I turn as the elevator doors close and catch a glimpse of the conference door opening at the end of the hall. I shift slightly so that it’s not in my line of sight.
The elevator ride feels like it’s too long and I immediately flop down on my couch as soon as I’m in my office. I can't get comfortable and shift around until I'm upside down with my legs over the back of the conch, staring at the ceiling. I press the heels of my hands over my eyes and groan out of frustration.
“I left without even answering him,” I mutter.
The door suddenly opens and I freeze, pulling my hands away from my face, waiting for whoever it is to announce themselves.
"(Y/N)?"
"Clint?" I try to sit up and smack my head on the edge of the coffee table. "Shit."
"Are you okay?" he asks.
I rub my forehead and sit up a little more carefully. "I'll live."
He takes a seat on the coffee table and watches intently as I sit upright on the couch and face him. He reaches out and gently touches my forehead, only to jerk his hand back when I wince.
"Sorry."
"Don't, it's fine."
"Okay." He sighs softly and shuffles awkwardly on the table. He stills when I touch his knee and takes my hand in his. "I'm sorry about the meeting. I shouldn't have put you on the spot like that."
"Honestly, Clint, you don't need to apologize," I murmur. "I got flustered and then embarrassed when everyone else got involved."
"I know. I probably like pushing your buttons a little too much."
"That's not it."
"But I do push your buttons."
"Yeah, but only 'cause I let you." He smiles and I squeeze his hand. "But I'm a deeply private person. To have Natasha butt in like that, no matter the good she meant by it, really set me on edge."
"I had no idea."
"I don't feel like I have to keep everything close to my chest when I’m with you. You tease me, but it’s never from a place of malice and you know me well enough that you never take it too far.”
“I mean, you give as good as you get.” He doesn’t meet my eyes as he runs his thumb over my knuckles. “But still. I should’ve just asked in private, but you know me.”
“Yeah. You’re sweet, but kind of stupid sometimes. More than a little impulsive. And way too fond of coffee.”
“Aw, I thought that was endearing!” He smiles when I laugh. “The invitation still stands, but you don’t have to say yes.”
“What’re you talking about?” He meets my eyes and I shake my head. “I’m not about to turn you down. You haven’t introduced me to your dog yet.”
“Oh, I get it, you only want me for Lucky.”
“Mhm.”
He shakes his head and kneels on the floor in front of me. “Shoulda known.”
“I know, I’m pure evil.” He grins and takes my face in his hands. “I should be fired, right?”
“Without a doubt.”
I hum softly and lean forward to bump my nose against his. After a moment’s hesitation, Clint closes the distance between us and gently kisses me. I place one hand on his forearm and tilt my head to the side to kiss him back. He smiles against my lips and pulls away, his eyes flitting over my face.
“So… about that dog.”
I have no idea what would happen to them after that, but I’d like to think they’re having a great time, petting dogs and continuing to mess with each other, all whilst falling in love.
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Summary: The reader’s friends want to set her up with a renown sharpshooter.
"Are you going to come visit me at the tower?” Natasha asked as she continued bounding up the stairs beside you.
“Whenever you want me to, I’ll be there.” You responded with a grin.
“Besides, there’s someone I want you to meet.” She teased, gently bumping your shoulder with hers.
Rolling your eyes, you opened the door to your apartment.
Natasha and Wanda were staying over at your apartment for a girls night, both of them stating they needed to get away from all the male energy in the tower.
“How is practicing going?” Wanda questioned as her eyes were filled with hope.
“It’s going.” You giggled causing the other two girls to giggle too.
Since a young age you had electrokinesis since you were born. Your father had it too but your mother always made him suppress it while you were growing up. Fury had reached out to you a few months ago, talking you into joining the Avengers. Once you agreed, you had become fast friends with everyone on the team, especially Natasha and Wanda.
Walking into the tower, Wanda linked her arm through yours. “Come on, Y/N. Let’s show you to your room.”
Giggling you and the two girls, walked through the hallways, filling it with your giggles and jokes.
“This is you.” Natasha said excitedly. “Come on Wanda. Let’s give her some time alone to unpack and adjust.”
Wanda sent a pout towards Natasha’s direction.
Entering your room, you began unpacking your bags before falling on your bed staring at the ceiling, letting out a heavy sigh.
After dinner, Natasha insisted she had someone for you to meet. Nervousness raced through your veins.
“Come on, Y/N.” She whined. “He’s nice and sweet. He’s just your type!”
“I have a type?” You questioned dumbfoundly.
She rolled her eyes in response. Dragging you to the living room, she was practically jumping up and down.
Natasha cleared her throat gaining the attention of the attractive man who resided on the couch. Getting up he held out his hand to shake.
A/N: Alright, here we go with part 3. This is turning out to be a little longer than I had originally planned it to be. So, who’s up for a part four?
Pairing: ClintxReader
Word Count: 1896
Warnings: Angst, mostly fluff~
part 2
“Clint, what are they doing here?” I hiss, dropping my bad to the floor.
“Hey, don’t get up on me, this isn’t my fault.” He says, his tone angry, though I don’t think it’s because of me. “I told them I was going to talk to you myself, but apparently no one trusts me.”
“Sorry, Barton, but you’ve never really been known to follow through with stuff like this in the past.” Tony says.
“Seriously, Nat? You let them follow me?” Clint asks, his voice filled with hurt.
“I’m the one who put the tracking device in your jacket.” Natasha answers, her voice even.
“You would seriously turn on your friends like this?” I question. Everyone turns to look at me collectively, as if suddenly realizing I was there. “How dare you.”
“What?” Steve asks, his voice quiet.
“I told you guys she didn’t want to come back.” Clint says through gritted teeth. “Why don’t you guys ever listen to me? Even when you listen to me, you never really hear what I’m saying, do you?”
“Clint, please w-” Nat starts to say, but I cut her off.
“No, you don’t get to make excuses.” I say angrily. “You don’t get to come here unannounced and uninvited, and you sure as hell don’t get to stay.”
“(Y/N)…” Bruce says quietly.
“No, all of you. Get out.” Everyone looks surprised. Everyone but Clint. He just looks tired and sad. No one makes a move to leave, so I repeat myself. “Get. Out.” I growl, pointing behind me at the door. “GET OUT.”
They all seem to finally get the message and rush past me and out the door. Clint slowly follows after them, Lucky trailing behind him. Before he walks out the door he stops in front of me.
“I’m sorry.” He whispers. “I didn’t want any of this to happen, I promise.”
“I know, don’t apologize. It’s okay.” I can feel tears starting to well up, and I rub at my eyes angrily with the heel of my hand.
“Do you still want to talk about what happened at work earlier?” He asks.
“Yeah,” I answer, my voice shaking slightly.
“Do you wanna do that after you’ve gotten some sleep?” I nod wordlessly in response. “How does noon sound?”
“Good.” I nod, trying to calm myself as best as I possibly can.
“Okay, I’ll see you then.” He says, gently pulling me into a hug. He presses a soft kiss to my forehead before beckoning for Lucky to follow him.
Before he closes the door, he turns back and flashes me a sad smile. I nod to him and he leaves. As soon as he’s gone my body starts to shake and the tears start to fall. I slide my back down the door until I’m sitting in the floor, my body wracked with sons. I don’t exactly know why I’m crying. I just know that I can’t bottle it up forever, so I don’t bother holding back. It’s a good five minutes before I can peel myself off the floor and head to my room. I manage to change into a pair of boxers and an oversized t-shirt before collapsing in bed and almost instantaneously falling asleep.
It seems like it’s only been a matter of minutes when there’s a banging on my door and a dog barking along. It takes me a moment to realize that it’s Clint and that he’s brought Lucky back with him.
“You know how to get in!” I call from my room, trying to get dressed before he comes in.
“I do!” Clint calls back. “But I brought food and my hands are full.”
“Ooh, and I was so close to staying in bed all day.” I say as I approach the door. I hear a small laugh from the other side of the door. When I open the door I find Clint holding a pizza and a bag of what looks like Chinese take-out. “Pizza and take-out?”
“Pizza’s for the dog, take-out’s for us.” he explains. “We might be lucky and get a couple slices, but this mutt is greedy.”
“Are you greedy, Lucky?” I ask, crouching down and offering him my hand. He brushes past Clint and pushes his head into my hand, his tail wagging and shaking his backside. “Mmm, I don’t think so. Is Clint wrong about you?” At this he barks happily and I look up at Clint and chuckle. “He says you’re wrong.”
“Well he would definitely say that.” Clint says, squinting at the happy dog.
“Well, come in.” I step aside to let clint into the apartment. He smiles and nods to me before stepping past me.
“Nice place place you’ve got here.” He says, looking around before turning back to me and grinning lopsidedly.
“Thanks, I really went for the “nearly homeless” minimalist look.”
“So, you want some take-out or what?” He asks, lifting the bag as he plops down onto my couch.
“Of course.” I drop down next to him, tucking my feet underneath me after getting comfortable. “I’m always down for chow mein.”
“Good, cause I’ve got two large boxes and pot stickers.” He sets the bag down on the couch before dropping the pizza box on the floor and opening it.
“You really should feed him better.” I comment, taking a box of the greasy noodles from the bag, opening it, and stabbing a fork into the food.
“Every time I take him to the vet they say he’s fine.” Clint says, taking a massive bite of his own noodles. “I swear I feed him kibble, but he really just loves pizza and shit like that.”
“Huh.” I intone, shoveling a rather unladylike amount of food into my mouth. Clint watches me with an amused smile on his face. “Wha’?”
“You’re just really cute.” He says. I feel a heat rise in my face and I guess I’m blushing.
“Even with a pounf of chinefe food in my fafe?“ I ask around the food in my mouth, my hand covering my lips to keep from spraying him with any food particles.
“Especially with a pound of Chinese food in your face.” He answers, his smile growing, the corners of his eyes crinkling.
“You’re cheesy.” I mumble, rolling my eyes.
“Really?” He says. “Are you sure it’s not the pizza?”
“I am very sure.” I nod, trying to chew and swallow the food before continuing. “You don’t have to butter me up. I’m already in love with you.”
“So I didn’t go completely insane. You actually love me?” He says, stabbing his fork into his food.
“Well if we examine the case, the evidence is pretty incriminating.” I say simply. “If anything, I’m the one who’s surprised. I never would have thought that you liked me too.”
“Why not?”
“I don’t know. Internalized self loathing?” I shrug. “Probably something along those lines.”
“I had no idea.” He says quietly, his eyes widening slightly.
“Don’t worry about it, Clint.”
“I’m still going to worry about you in general though. Is that okay with you?”
“Yeah, it’s okay.” I breathe. He smiles at me in response.
He slowly leans forward, gently cupping my cheek with his free hand, and kisses me softly. I take my time in kissing him back, reaching out to place my food on the coffee table to free up my hands. When my hands are empty, Clint scoops me up and places me in his lap, breaking away to look me in the eyes and push some hair out of my face. We study each other’s faces for a moment before he moves forward and captures my lips with his again. One of his arms snakes around my waist, pulling me closer to his chest, the other tangles into the hair at the base of my skull. My hands gently card through his short, blond locks before coming to rest on either side of his jaw. Clint breaks away to pepper my face with kisses, placing soft pecks all over my cheeks and forehead.
“You taste like msg.” He grins at me.
“And you smell like dog.” I raise my eyebrows at him, a smile playing at my lips.
“I’m sorry.” He says quietly, his tone suddenly very serious.
“For what?”
“For the team following me, for breaking into your apartment the other day, for showing up at the the-” I cover his mouth with my hand to stop him.
“Nope, stop.” He raises his eyebrows at me, his eyes asking why?. “The team following me was their fault. Not yours. I know that.” His brow furrows and I remove my hand. “As for tonight and the night before this, I know that you were concerned about me. I know that you still are. I’m not upset about that.”
“You’re not?” He sounds surprised.
“No, I’m not.” I shake my head. “I was out of line for yelling at you, I know that. I was frustrated and I lashed out at you. You didn’t deserve that.”
“They did…” He mumbles.
“Okay, sure, but you didn’t.” I counter. “You were only trying to help and I snapped at you. For that, I am extremely sorry.”
“Don’t be.” He’s silent for a minute before continuing. “I don’t want you to come back to the tower.”
“What?”
“Yeah. I don’t want you to go back.” He repeats. “At least until you’re ready to.”
“Really?” I ask, searching his eyes.
“Yes, really.” He answers. “After what happened earlier this morning, I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to go back just yet. I was talking to them after I saw you that first night and they were all really concerned about getting you back, but it was for themselves. I want you to come back, don’t get me wrong, but I don’t want you to come back for the wrong reasons. I want to have a relationship with you, and as much as I want to be selfish, I can’t risk ruining what we could possibly have.”
“That was the best thing you could have ever said to me right now, you know that, right?”
“Bringing you fast food, making out on your couch and saying all the right things? I am on a roll today.” He says, a sly grin stretches across his lips as he slips his free arm around my waist and pulls me closer to him. We sit in comfortable silence for a short while before I speak up again.
“I have an idea.”
“Do tell.”
“I think we should spend more time together outside of the cinema and you breaking into my apartment.”
“I have to admit, I like that idea a lot.”
“I have a day off next week too.”
“Oh?” He raises his eyebrows, intrigued.
“Yeah.” I nod. “Maybe we could hang out at the tower.”
“Wait,” He says, suddenly sitting much straighter. “Are you serious?”
“Yeah, why not?” I shrug. “It’ll get the team off my back and it’s not like I don’t want to go back. You’re there, and they’re my family.”
“We don’t deserve you, you know that right?”
“I don’t know if that’s completely true. I think I just want to look for a compromise right now, y’know?”
“Yeah, I get it.” His smile softens. “I won’t tell them you’re coming.”
“They won’t know what hit ‘em.”
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Part 4
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