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This all starts because Barton needs to blow off steam and, tbh, he has a boner
Getting into a fight won't solve this issue
He kinda just shows up in your room/quarters with little-to-no clothing on, directly prepositioning you
You ask why you, and his answer leaves you feeling amused and insulted, if you're honest
He says he started off feeling worried about you, the biggest weakling in the Colossus, then he started feeling fond of you, which led to not minding the idea of flattening you against the mattress with his dick ramming into you from behind
You're not opposed. It sounds hot. And his size makes you feel safer
The only problem is, you have to be extra stern like a commanding officer or he won't back down
You're never romantic lovers, just fuckbuddies
You have to keep Barton in line or he'll mark you up so thoroughly that Vice might see the morning after
Occasionally, he flips you over on top of him and demands you show him what you're made of. You don't know why; you always disappoint him. And of course you would, you're the weaker one, right? Sigh
You consider installing soundproofing after Soroz makes a comment about the volume one day
There's not a lot of kissing because of his iron jaw
You can scratch, bite, and slap Barton all you want; it just riles him up more
Random Facts:
His dick is scary-big and you almost quit before you started after he whipped off his pants for the first time
He thinks you'd make a good pet but he won't say it out loud because he knows you'd get mad
He starts defending you when you're not around and everyone's confused, and bruised
Warnings: Probably something close to swearing, drinking, violence mentioned- light fluff and a little steamy but nothing too bad but some acts are insinuated.
Word Count: 2200+
MCU world before IW but with Loki as part of the Avengers (and obviously Clint isn’t married)
Y/N finally meets Clint at a party the Avengers are throwing and she’s got one story she has to hear- one that the mighty god of Mischief might not want spoken.
This is for Silver’s Summer Challenge! Thanks @silver-starburst for allowing me to join in! :D I’ve never done a writing challenge before but it was fun and I also have never written for Clint yet either so- hope you like it!
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“You are very excited for tonight, Lady Y/N.” Thor flashed a grin as he stood next to his brother.
“Wouldn’t be for any particular reason, would it?” Loki smirked in a teasing manner.
You felt a blush rising in your cheeks as you shook your head, “Don’t do that- I’m excited to see everyone.”
“And to meet him.” Loki mumbled as Thor pulled you into a side hug. “Is he not a few years older than you?”
“Alright, alright let go ya goofball.” You giggled, pushing him off. “I have to get ready for tonight- and by the way, Loki you aren’t a spring chicken yourself.”
“I hear the Arrow Man likes purple.” Loki winked before following Thor down the hall. “What does spring chicken mean?”
You rolled your eyes and closed the door but waited. He was messing with you, right?
–
After about a half hour of showering and quickly doing your hair and makeup you slipped on your black dress and heels- which Natasha insisted you get used to. You grabbed a simple bracelet out of your jewelry box which was the only thing you owned in the color purple before checking yourself in the mirror one last time and walking out of your room.
You walked downstairs carefully, trying to mind the heels, and looked around. Steve caught your eye by the stairs and walked over to help you down the last couple.
“Nat really outdid herself with the shoes this time.” Steve nodded as he helped you towards the bar.
“I know!” You laughed, “I think she’s doing it on purpose as a revenge tactic.”
He chuckled back, adding, “Speak of the Widow.”
“You rang?” She grinned, turning around.
Your eyes went up and met him- Clint Barton in the flesh.
“Barton, this is Y/L/N and vise versa.” She laughed, setting down her drink. “Now which one of you lucky men are gonna ask me to dance?”
Clint snorted and Steve sighed, “Guess that’s me.”
“Don’t sound so pleased, Cap.” She laughed, dragging him over as a song started up.
You laughed watching them before turning back to Clint.
“Agent Y/L/N, right?” He offered his hand and you took it, nodding.
“That’s me! Although most people just call me Y/N.” You grinned, feeling a blush coming into your cheeks just from talking to him. “Gotta be honest, can’t believe I’m meeting you in the flesh.”
“Oh yeah?” He chuckled, “Good to know.”
“There you are!” Thor boomed, coming over to you with Loki following close behind. “You found the man with the Arrows!” He grinned, clapping Clint on the back. “Nice to see you again!”
“Always a pleasure.” Clint grinned back but shifted a little from the spot he hit. “Loki.” He nodded.
Loki nodded back, “Lady Y/N has been waiting such a long time to meet you.” He grinned wickedly with a side glance in your direction.
“Yes I have-” You started immediately, not looking to get thrown off by the god of mischief and his little games. “I have been dying to hear the story of how you shot Loki off his high mechanical horse in New York.”
Clint snorted in the middle of a sip of his drink, obviously not expecting that while Loki had a scowl on his face and Thor laughed.
“That’s a good one.” He composed himself, gently raising his arm and hovering it behind your back so you could both walk away. “Need a drink?”
“Yes, please.” You smiled before adding in a louder tone so the brothers could hear you, “And don’t leave out a gorey detail.”
He led you over to the bar and you grabbed a drink and he grabbed another one for himself and you both got seated.
“Where do I start?” He hummed, thinking about it for a minute.
–
Hours later you were both still there, chatting and laughing about missions and different moments with the team. You both seemed to get along really well and it made you more comfortable around him almost immediately.
“There you two are!” Nat gasped, coming up with red cheeks, “I’ve been dancing the night away and you two are just talking?!” She shook her head and grabbed one of each of your hands.
“You know I don’t dance.” Clint smirked.
“I’m good, Nat.” You tried to stay behind but she insisted.
“Come on!” She turned around, “I’m sure the ever pleasing Thor would wanna dance with you.”
You sighed, looking down at your feet- they were already sore and you hadn’t been moving in these shoes.
“Nat- if I dance one dance with Y/N will you let us be?” Clint spoke up from behind you.
She laughed, “Barton, dancing?! This I gotta see- deal.”
He took your hand and a blush creeped back into your face as he walked slowly out to the floor with you.
To your surprise he leaned down and grabbed your foot, making you shriek. “Clint what are you doing?” You leaned back a little, losing some of your balance.
He chuckled, “Hold still.” He took both of your shoes off and stood, throwing them without looking over his shoulder.
You laughed and ducked when one of them landed on the table right in front of Thor making him jump a little and the other knocked Loki in the chest. “You never miss, right?”
“Never.” He winked and grinned, moving into a quicker pace with you.
A couple of minutes passed and the song was over, he led you off the floor.
“You move pretty well for someone who doesn’t dance.” You teased, moving your toes freely.
“I didn’t mean I can’t dance.” He teased back.
“That was awesome!” Nat beamed, coming off the floor too dragging Bruce behind her. “You guys make cute partners.”
You started to joke back but Clint beat you to it, “Thanks, so do you two.”
She raised her eyebrows and then turned and moved with Bruce away.
Clint turned back to you, “I’m gonna be honest- I wasn’t expecting to have fun tonight. I usually don’t at these things but time has been passing much faster than I anticipated.”
You grinned, “Well, that can happen when you mix alcohol and stories of death and killing.”
He chuckled, nodding, “I think it also had something to do with the company.”
You gave a slight curtsy, “Glad I could be of assistance.”
There was a call to the other side of the room where Tony spoke. He was thanking people for coming and letting them know there was extra room and rides home for whoever needed them but let them know the party wasn’t over. You checked the clock and saw it was getting pretty late.
Clint flashed his hand in front of your face, “You worried about the time?” He chuckled, “You gonna go turning into a pumpkin or something?”
You grinned, “I figured an older man like you would be worried about getting to bed at a reasonable time.”
He laughed, “I think I can take whatever you can dish out.”
Your eyebrow raised, “Oh, yeah?” You grinned and nodded towards the bar, “Let’s go then.”
You both laughed as you took shots of tequila and bit into limes. Nat heard the commotion and soon joined in and helped egg you both on.
Hours later, after most of the people from the party had left, you mumbled song lyrics as you leaned down to pick up one of your lost shoes.
“Careful.” Clint hummed next to you, offering his arm for support when you had trouble standing back up.
“Such a gentleman.” You giggled. He grinned back at you and looked around.
“I should probably get going.”
“You could just crash here.” You threw an arm out, “I mean there’s like fourteen couches in this room alone.”
He chuckled, “Maybe.”
“Aw, come on- don’t leave.”
You paused and looked at him. He was letting his eyes wander along your form. “I guess if you’d like- I could crash here.” He nodded towards a couch.
You were buzzed- why not use it to your advantage and be brave? “There’s a couch in my room as well if you wanted a little more privacy.” Your heartbeat quickened- you did not just say that.
He stepped closer to you, a teasing look crossing over his face.
“Lady Y/N!” Thor called from across the room- both of your heads snapped over to him. He seemed oblivious to what was passing and you were glad of it. Until you saw Loki close behind him with a cautious look and an arched brow.
“Having fun?” Loki asked.
“Sure were.” Clint responded, “I was just about to walk Y/N to her room.”
“We will walk with you!” Thor grinned, “We walk past it to get to ours.”
“Great.” You sighed under your breath as you all walked upstairs together. Thor was rambling on about some food he tasted and didn’t know what it was and the rest of you were a little too silent.
“Goodnight Hawkman!” Thor waved, “Goodnight Lady Y/N!” He gave a slight bow before turning to walk down the hall.
“Night Thor!” You called to him, biting the inside of your cheek before facing Loki, “Goodnight Loki.”
“Pleasant dreams.” He grinned evilly before continuing down the hall. He walked down and before he rounded the corner he looked back to which you audibly cleared your throat. He smirked before continuing away.
“I’m really sorry about that-” You turned before getting a finger placed to your lips.
“Just another story for us to tell, right?” He chuckled, “You alright?”
You nodded, “My drunk is wearing off a bit and I have-” You raised your hand, laughing, “One shoe.”
He grinned, bringing out a shoe from behind his back, “Am I supposed to guess who’s this is?”
You laughed in response, “Actually, my toes might be a little swollen from them so they probably won’t fit.” You sighed dramatically, “Guess I’ll be an ugly stepsister again.”
He laughed back, “Unfortunate as that is, ugly would not be a word that I would use to describe you.”
Biting your lip, you willed yourself to ask, “How would you describe me, then?”
“In a word?” He asked, leaning closer as you nodded slightly. “Incredible.” He whispered and a chill ran up your spine. He continued on, “I don’t do this- ever. Literally, ever.” He cleared his throat, “But do you wanna grab some food or something sometime?”
You could feel the blush in your cheeks as you stuttered back, “Th- that would be nice.”
The smile you saw form on his face made another rush of bravery come over you as you leaned back and opened your door, not breaking eye contact with him. “Did you wanna see that couch?”
Wordlessly, he followed you into the room and closed the door behind him. He bent down to flip off his shoes and then he grinned. “Do you wanna watch a movie?”
You giggled, “That’s what you’re thinking about?”
He shook his head, “No- I’m thinking that I’m in a room with a beautiful woman who seems to like me and I like her and we’ve both been drinking and laughing and having a fantastic time. If we were to watch a movie and fall asleep like that we could both talk in the morning about other things that could happen or-”
You strode over to him and moved in to kiss him. You held steady for a couple moments for both of you to realize what you had done and then you moved your hands up to his chest. He pulled back for a moment, his breath hot on your face.
“I am more than alright with this but are you sure…?” He asked, a hand coming up to cup the side of your face.
“If you wanna wait, we can wait.” You breathed, “I just wanted to do that for the past couple of hours… at least before you left.” You giggled, “Before you ride off into the sunset never to be seen again this year.”
He chuckled back, “Well, see, I might have to make an exception. I didn’t know they were hiding someone like you around here.” He nudged you back until you felt your knees hit the edge of the bed and then he laid down next to you.
You pulled his shirt in and kissed him again, sliding your tongue across his lip. He moaned and he pulled you into him.
—-
“Morning, sleepy head.”
You opened your eyes and looked around, remembering last night. You blushed, seeing Clint laying next to you.
“Good morning.” You grinned, stretching. “What time is it?”
“10:37.” He grinned back, stroking hair out of your face.
You sat up a little fast, “Oh no.”
“What?” He asked, worry crossing his face.
“Everyone’s gonna be awake.” You giggled, rubbing your face.
He took your hand and kissed it, “If you want I can climb out the window.”
You laughed, “I don’t think that will be necessary. You might want to watch out, though- there will be talk.”
He fake gasped, “Talk? How will we survive?” He grinned, rolling out of bed and looking for an article of clothing. “Tell you what- why don’t we grab that food I talked about now so we can get a little time away from everyone?”
You bit your lip, grinning, “I’d like that.”
He turned around, “Come on then- knees to elbows.” He winked as he continued to pick up clothing.
You grinned, “Alright,” You stood up, opening a drawer of your dresser, “Last one dressed buys.”
Warnings: none, but bruh, it’s shitty af
Coffee. Evey day, every morning, noon and evening. It was always good time for cup of coffee. And you knew it. You loved coffee more and more every day. That's why you started to work in cafe. But then, after a year you didn't even want to look at it. It was just too much. Coffee every day, 8 hours per day. You couldn't make it, so you started to work in a bar. It was fun at the beginning. But soon it started to be boring. Thanks to drunk jerks, you were upset most of a time. You got fired after hitting some douchebag who tried to slap your butt, when you carried drinks to table. And then you started to work in groceries. It wasn't nightmare, but you wanted something else. But you finaly were able to love coffee again, so it was okay. So you had coffee with you almost all the time.
This time you lost your work in slightly.. different situation. At first you just heard squeak, loud 'woosh' and then couple of 'nyoom's. And then you heard explode. People were running, screaming with fear and just tried to escape. You saw weird.. something, alien maybe. And then you did the most stupid thing you've done in your whole life. You ran to the outside with panic. Last thing you wanted was being trapped inside. You ran and ran, you were trying to escape, but you knew.. It was the last day of your life. That's why you ran into cafe. If you're going to die today, you'll do this with cup of coffee in your hand. That was weird, stupid and ridiculous, but who cared? So you sat there with cheeks wet from your tears and cup of cold coffee in your shaking hands. You were waiting for death.
One of this wierd aliens walked to the cafe. You smiled to yourself. You had shitty life, you were going to die shitty death.. Well, you're going to die with love in your hands. Coffee was always makes you happy, no matter what.
And just when this alien was going to stab you, you closed your eyes. You heard swish and after two seconds something fell onto the floor. You opened your eyes slightly. You were shaking and sobbing. Your hands still clenched on the cup. Then you saw someone. It was man. He stood outside of the cafe. He walked in and looked at you.
- I bet that coffee is cold and just nasty - he wrinkled his nose and somehow he filed his bow in three. - You okay?
You nodded and whipped your cheeks with your hand. He smiled.
- It's over. Stark destroyed its mothership, so it's over - he sighed and looked outside. - I have to go, but I would love to go on coffee with you. Is that okay?
You just simply nodded again. He smiled, turned around and just walked out of there. You just sat there in shock and panic still all over you. Owners showed up shortly afterwards and asked you with shock, if you want to work here. You just nodded and left your number before you walked out of there. 'Shock' was too weak to describe your feelings now. You went to your home, took a shower and quickly went to sleep, glad that those fuckers hadn't destroyed your home.
After a few months everything was back to normality. Almost everything was like before. You worked in cafe, but this time it wasn't that annoying. You started to think this catastrophe was your awareness. You always wanted to give people what you loved the most - coffee.
One evening you stood at the counter when someone put their hands on it. You looked up from your book and your eyes widened.
- I want coffee. And your company - he smiled at you. - I hope it's still actual..
- You don't even know my name - you whispered with embarrassent.
- But I saw you drinking coffee in the middle of our battle with aliens. And I want to drink coffee with you. It's smiple - he sighed and rolled his eyes. - So? What's your answer?
- I finish in..
- Twenty minutes, I know - his smile was back on his lips. - That's perks of having supespy as best friend and genius haker billionare as inquisitive partner in crime - he laughed a little.
After the end of your shift, you two walked toward the other cafe. You took black, strong coffee as always. Clint ordered the same. And you talked, like a lot. You told him that when you had been child, you were great at shooting and all that archery stuff. He promised to check your skills on your second date. Your eyes widened.
- So it's a date, huh? - you chuckled slightly.
- Well, yeah - he nodded and took a sip from his cup. - FIrst, but I hope not the last.
- No, of course not - you laughed with joy. In the end, coffee turned out to be hella good matchmaker. Who would've expected that? Because you haven't.
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Is the word thingy still open? If so, happiness and Clint Barton please!!
Yesss it’s open! I think I’m going to keep this open until I go to bed. Maybe I’ll make it a little Twyla’s Tidbits series for these short stories when I have time to write little things for you guys! (Don’t worry, y’all, I’m fervently working on your requests!)
It wasn’t when you said yes to being his boyfriend or cuddling with him as it rained or even when you made him breakfast in bed. It was when he came home one day and there’s handmade targets all over the house, and he spots you hanging upside down off of the balcony railing.
You hold an apple in your hand and stretch it out in front of you. “Bet you can’t hit all those targets and then this apple from where you are in one minute. GO!”
It was only then, as he pulls out his bow and arrows with a grin on his face, that Clint realizes that real happiness was only ever, simply, you.
