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.
Warnings : Unplanned pregnancy. a little awkwardness.
Request : This was another fun request from @sorenmarie87.
“Shit.” you muttered, head going back and eyes shut. “How the fuck will I tell him..”
That night almost two months ago was hazy. Your best friend Laura was going away for a few months abroad, so there had been a going away party. A party during which you drank too much and slept with her twin brother. And slept with him again the next morning before heading home.
Being around Clint got awkward after that. You couldn't talk to him about it sober. And when you tried drinking, you'd find yourself in bed with him again. Bodies moving together beautifully, but the topic of discussion long forgotten until the morning when the awkwardness and the hangover were in full effect.
But there was no avoiding it anymore.
Grabbing your keys, you tucked the stick in your hoodie pocket and left the house.
It was an hour and a half drive to Clint’s work. His lumber mill was outside of town and on a massive lot of land, so the drive there you ran though the conversation in your head again and again. Trying to think of every possible outcome so you wouldn't end up disappointed.
You walked into the main building, your hands wringing your hoodie sleeves. “Hey..” you bit your bottom lip as you stepped up to the secretary desk. “Is uh- is Clint here?”
She eyed you for a moment before motioning towards a nearby office door.
“Thanks..” You went for the door that was slightly ajar. With a gentle knock, you pushed it open a touch and glanced in.
“Yeah?”
You stepped in, and when you set your eyes on his large frame, leaning over his desk as he rummaged through some papers, your mind went blank. Everything you had worked out in the car was gone. “Hey…”
Clint looked up, and seemed surprised to see you. He glanced around the office then back at you with his brow furrowed. “Did we have a meeting or something scheduled?”
“N-no.. why would we have a meeting?”
“I dunno.. maybe you wanted a job and I forgot..” he went back to rummaging, then straightened up when he seemed to find what he was looking for and started towards you and the door.
“No.. I was just hoping you were free to talk..”
He stopped and watched you for a moment. His eyes taking in how you fidgeted with your sleeve. “I'm actually about to head out into the woods. I need to mark where they'll be cutting tomorrow.”
“Oh..” you looked down at your hands. “Okay, I'll-”
“You can come with me, if you want.” You looked up and met his eyes. “We can talk out there.” You gave him a nod and a small smile. “Let's go.”
You rode in silence in Clint’s pick-up for about ten minutes before he pulled up to where his workers were taking a break. “I'll just be a minute.” He waited for your nod before he hopped out and headed for them.
You could faintly hear him telling them what tree's to plant and how many, while you looked out over the area that looked so clear compared to the rest of the forested area of Clint’s land. When your eyes landed on him again, he was pointing off somewhere in the distance, and then he was coming back to the truck.
“Planting tree's today?”
He glanced at you as he got in and nodded. “Two for every tree cut down, as always.” He smiled. “Also ordered some Fir and Spruce trees to plant near the front area, by the main building. Hoping in a few years I can give away Christmas trees to the families in town.” You smiled and nodded as he started driving along the makeshift road through the trees. That was such a Clint thing to do. “What?” he smiled and glanced from the road to you and them back again.
“You're so sweet.”
He chuckled softly and nodded, licking his lips as you both bounced along. It was only a few minutes before he was turning the truck off again and getting out. He motioned for you to follow, and you did.
“So, this talk we need to have. We having it? Or were you just letting me know we need to have one?” he glanced over at you as he walked.
“We should probably have it..” you watched as he looked up at a tree, moving around it.
“About?”
“U-us?”
His eyes shifted over to you once again, and then he gave you a nod. “Just give me a second. Forgot something in the truck.”
“Yeah.” you sighed and nodded, your shoulders drooping. You felt like he was already brushing you off.
Clint walked off back towards his truck, and when he returned, he had two cans of orange spray paint in his hands, and he handed one off to you before taking the cap off the other. “If I had known it would be about us maybe we could have had the talk somewhere else, instead of dragging you all the way out here.”
“It's fine.” you watched as he spray painted an orange line across the tree, marking where it would be cut. “I like it out here.”
He smiled to himself as he moved on, looking from tree to tree. “Me too.” you followed quietly behind him. “Is this about the other night?”
“It's about one of them.. or.. all of them, I guess, since I can’t pinpoint which one just yet..”
Clint stopped and looked back at you. “What?” You were avoiding looking him in the eyes and that worried him. “What's going on?”
Taking a deep breath, you decide to just get it over with. “I'm pregnant.”
“You're-” his eyes studied your face for a moment before they drifted down to your stomach. “I- are-” he stuttered.
“I'm sure.” You pulled the test out of your pocket and held it out. “And if it wasn't yours, I wouldn't be here. There hasn't been anyone else.”
He stared at you in silence for a bit, your hand holding the test out in the air, and finally he took it and looked down. “Shit.. it's positive..”
You nodded, once again nervously chewing your bottom lip. He’d been quiet for a minute or two when you decided maybe you should go. “I'll find my way back..” You turned and started towards the truck.
“Do you know what you want to do?”
You shook your head, keeping your back to him. “When I figure it out I'll let you know, I guess..”
You heard leaves crunching under his boots as he took a step closer. “We can figure it out together, if you want.” You turned and looked at him, the hope in his eyes. “Whatever you decide, I'll be there, every step of the way.”
“You don't have to-”
“I want to.” He stepped closer again. “I-” he sighed. “Honestly, I loved that first night. Waking up next to you.” he smiled. “I've been trying to tell you, ask you out or something, but every time I see you things get so awkward. Or we get smashed and I forget all about it because your there. Let me take you out tonight. We'll figure us out, and figure out the rest from there.”
You gave him a nod tearing up and rushed to him, wrapping your arms around his waist. “I was so scared to tell you. Scared you'd never want to see me again..”
He chuckled softly. “Of course I'd want to see you again. And it's Laura you should be worried about telling.”
“Laura?” you looked up at him confused. “Why?”
“Best friend having a kid with her twin brother? It could go either way.” he shrugged.
“You want to keep it?”
“Oh god, she'd love the idea.” he shook his head with a smile. “Probably already has names picked out. I bet you the second you tell her, she has a list of names.”
“Clint.. are you saying you want a kid? With me?”
“I've always wanted a family. That happy little white picket fence fantasy of mine may or may not include you.” You cocked an eyebrow at him. “It does.”
He placed a gentle kiss on your forehead and you closed your eyes. “I want that too.”
“Then I guess the us factor has already been figured out.”
You opened your eyes and he was smiling at you. “I guess so.”
He motioned to the trees with his head. “You busy? Or can you stick around and help me finish quicker. I'm suddenly real excited to get out of work.”
You blushed and nodded. “I can help. I called in sick today.”
“Call in sick tomorrow, too.” You gave him a confused look. “I don't want to be rushed in the morning. I want to treat you right.” Your eyebrows shot up at that. “I'm talking about breakfast. Get your mind out of the gutter.” he teased, making you laugh. “You never have time for breakfast with me when you work. You're missing out.” he winked.
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Which of the following characters would you like to see a series with?:
-Loki
-Bucky
-Steve
-Clint
-Peter Parker
-Peter Quill
-Stephen Strange
-Tony
-Bruce
-Pietro
-Other
Let me know what you guys would like! And, if you have any suggestions for a series idea, let me know! I would love to have your ideas within the series!
[Also, until I actually watch the Black Panther and Avengers 3, I probably won’t be working on any characters from the Black Panther including T’Challa. I would rather not see spoilers...]
So this ended up as my first-ever gender-neutral reader insert. (or at least I think it is! If you see something off, please let me know!) Our fabulous reader is feeding ducks in Central Park....
“You like that?” I murmured, tossing more seed next to my bench. The ducks scrambled for it, little butts wiggling as they dove for the new food. “It's like I'm the only one that feeds you,” I chuckled. “But I know that's not true.”
I continued chatting to the ducks as the sun rose above the trees of Central Park. It was a ritual, every day before my commute. When the weather was good. And not in winter.
I reached for the last of my seed, looking into my bag so I made sure I grabbed as much of it as I could.
“Ok, folks,” I said, throwing the seed even as I looked up. “That's - oh shit.”
As much as I loved the ducks and pigeons and other birdies that found their way to my park bench every morning, I was far less fond of geese. And swans.
But mostly geese.
They were scary shits, geese. Aggressive as hell, with actual sharp things in their mouths - I wasn't sure whether or not they were teeth, but they hurt when they bit down.
Which had only happened once, but when that time was when I was five, and I'd run off from my parents only for them to find me cowering amongst a herd of geese, well, that incident gets labelled the Great Goose Attack, and I gain a new phobia.
And now two Canada geese were staring at me.
“Hey, dudes,” I managed to say, although my voice had gone all wobbly. Most of the ducks scattered, and one of the geese bent its head to pick up some of the remaining seed. The other just kept looking at me, and I was petrified.
Come on, it's just a goose, I told myself. You can move.
Except that I couldn't. I was rooted to my seat, eyes locked with the goose, who didn't seem to be blinking. In that moment, I thought it conceivable that the creature was plotting my destruction. As well as that of the human race.
“Come on, guys, you have better things to do,” a voice said, and I looked up quickly, not willing to look away from the goose for too long.
There was a man standing there, a fairly tall one, from what I could tell, dressed in jeans and a purple hoodie, and was that a bow on his back?
I glanced up again.
Yep. That was a bow. What looked to be a quiver full of arrows too. And I recognised him.
“Hey,” I said, aiming for casual, although my voice was about an octave too high. “So I know you're Hawkeye, but any chance you're also a goose whisperer?”
Hawkeye chuckled. “Never tried to whisper to a goose before.” He stepped forward, towards the goose. “Get out of here,” he told them, waving his arms. And he kept stepping.
And the geese moved. Begrudgingly, as if they knew they had easy prey and were loath to let me go, but they moved. And then I was sitting on a park bench with Hawkeye standing in front of me.
“Dude, thank you,” I said, letting out a deep breath. “True heroics.”
“You know, I woulda thought saving the world would be more heroic than rescuing someone from angry geese,” Hawkeye said, sitting down next to me.
“Nope.” I shook my head firmly. “This is better. Thank you.” I had an idea, so, before I could think better of it, I spoke again. “Any chance I can thank you with a cup of coffee? There's a cart just up that way,” I pointed.
Hawkeye actually grinned at me, and I felt my heart flip. “Sounds good to me,” he jumped to his feet and extended a hand. “I'll even make sure we don't get attacked by geese on the way.”
“My hero,” I said drily, only half-joking as Hawkeye tucked my arm into his as we walked.
