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“While in Rio” (D.H.)

Summary: Vacationing in Rio De Janeiro you meet Clint Barton. Your friends tell you to stay away, he’s trouble.

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Avengers A/U

Clint x reader

“One night at the Cantina”

Part 7

Summary: Clint meets you one night at the bar. It was supposed to be only one night…

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You woke up to the sound of music, looking at the clock on the nightstand next to you told you it had only been an hour since you had dozed off. Picking the book up off your chest you marked the spot and set it aside. Opening the door you peeked your head out and surveyed the area. The living-room was empty and you heard pots being moved in the kitchen.

Clint came into view holding two plates along with cutlery. You watched him warily as he set the table and then moved back out of view. You wondered if he would play chess with you again.

You had learned from the guys that Clint had once been deaf and dependent on his hearing aids, he had learned ASL and to read lips in order to communicate. Tony made him custom hearing aids that helped him immensely. When you asked why he no longer had them the group became quiet and you backed off the issue. It took you a moment to realize what you had missed. He could read lips. You looked up to see him staring directly at you, waiting. He smirked perking an eyebrow as he watched you figure it out.

Clint mouthed, ‘cute butt?’ at you which set your face on fire as your realized what this meant. He had completely understood what you had been saying. You looked down at your cards and concentrated on the game. Though it was hard as you could feel his eyes on you the entire night. After the guys left he laughed and offered to play chess with you as an apology. You two had stayed up practically all night.

You shut the door to the bathroom quietly behind you. Quickly washing up you tossed your hair into a messy bun and frowned at your reflection. You bit your bottom lip and reached for the makeup bag Nat had brought you along with clothes and necessities every woman would need.

It had been two days since they had caught you. Clint told you they were closing in on the man that had paid you and every now and then gave you other details. Earlier he told you he would be going on a recon mission with Nat and the man called Bucky. Everyone else would be staying behind. You hadn’t told him but it made you nervous. You didn’t trust them.

You stared at your reflection, makeup in place you smiled and then dropped it. You were about to wipe it all off when a knock on the door startled you, making you knock the bag off the counter. “Yeah?!” you called too loudly kneeling and picking up what you had dropped. “C-come in!”

Clint opened the door slowly, only leaning in to see you. A slow smile graced his lips as he took in the scene. You looked up and he paused, his eyes frozen on your face. “Pretty girl,” he sighed.

You blushed and looked down. “Its… Its nothing…I was bored and-”

He cut you off, “no, yeah why would you get pretty for me?” you froze not looking up as he chuckled. “Just wanted to let you know dinner will be ready in thirty, so-”

“Why wouldnt?”

He raised his eyebrows. “What?”

“Why wouldnt anybody get pretty for you?” you asked finally finding your voice. You stood putting the makeup away and turning to look at him.

He kicked the door open and leaned against the frame with a smirk, “you telling me you got dolled up for me?”

“I dont see anybody else here.” you fired back.

Clint looked down, you could still see his wide grin before he looked up at you. “Well…” he let out a small chuckle. “You look beautiful. Always.” he looked over his shoulder. “You want to?”

You frowned, “want to?” you asked unsure of what he was refering to.

He held his hand out to you and giving him a skeptical look you took it. Clint pulled you out of the bathroom leading you to the center of the living-room. “Shit, wait one minute…” he hurried to the kitchen and the came back, “had to make sure it was on timer so i don’t burn the place down,” he said smiling.

“Very smart,” you complimented and he nodded accepting it. Clint paused as the track changed and then groaned, you couldn’t help but crack up as ‘Harlem Shake’ blared out of the speakers.

“The twins…especially Pietro loves tweaking my music.” he explained before asking F.R.I.D.A.Y. for more appropriate music.

‘At Last’ by Etta James began playing. You shook your head laughing, but Clint wrapped his strong arms around your waist pulling you right up against his large frame. You looked up at him surprised, his blue eyes meeting y/e/c. Clint pulled your hand up to wrap around his neck, your other hand resting on his shoulder. He swayed slowly to the music, her voice smooth as silk through the speakers.

'At last, my love has come along. My lonely days are over, and life is like a song’

You couldn’t help the smile and Clint swept you around. He smelled like woods, mingled with mint. There was something else there too, something you could only classify as Clint. His hand shifted on the small of your back, you looked away as he watched you unabashedly. Your body so close against his, you couldn’t help but notice the rise and fall of his chest. Feel the corded muscles in his arms, the way his shoulders shifted under your small hands.

You chanced a look at him, he was still looking down at you. “You know dancing is a great excersize when one can’t get around to their regular workout regimen,” you babbled, “since its a great way to get cardio in and works various muscle groups-”

You felt his hand on your chin, tilting your face up as he dipped his head down to meet your lips. You sighed, your body relaxing into his. His lips moved slowly against yours, taking his time to savor the moment. You raked your fingers up from his neck into his hair as you leaned up on your toes at the same time pulling him down to you.

Clint’s hands found your waist squeezing hard. One hand sliding up your back the other moving down slowly to cup your ass. You reached back and pulled it back up to your waist and he chuckled against your lips.

“We are dancing sir,” you muttered more to yourself than to him.

'oh yeah, at last, the skies above are blue, my heart was wrapped up in clover the night I looked at you, I found a dream that I could speak to, a dream I could call my own…’

“Oh?” he asked pulling back and you were swaying again. “That’s what we’re doing?”

“What else?”

He peeked down at you, “I was certain that I was making you fall in love with me.” You jerked back out of his arms. Clint caught your hand, “Don’t,” he said quietly. “I’m not going to hurt you Y/N.”

“Let go,” you demanded as he stepped towards you making you back peddle. You almost fell over the back of the couch, when you hit it forgetting it was there, but his arms wrapped around you catching you and pulling you against him. You brought your hands up against his chest pushing slightly.

“Clint…we can’t,” you said softly.

“Why not?” he asked holding you against him still leaning down.

“Please let me go, Clint,” you still tried to push him away.

He crushed you to him, “what are you so afraid of?” he asked now staring to get upset, “I’m not going anywhere and you can’t deny whatever this is between us.”

“Clint,” you gasped as he pulled you into a kiss. It was desperate and urgent. He caught your hands and pulled them around his neck trapping your hips between the couch and his hips.

You couldn’t fight it. Couldn’t fight him. You shouldn’t, things like this never worked out for you. He would end up falling out of love with you. Would end up hating you.

That didn’t stop you from opening to him, allowing his tongue to slip past your lips. It didn’t stop you from wrapping your legs around him as he pulled you into his arms lifting you enough to do so. It didn’t stop you as he carried you into his bedroom.

You moaned his name as he climbed right into the bed with you only breaking the kiss to undress the both of you in a hurry. He hissed as he pulled his shirt up over his head and felt your lips on his abs right above the edge of his jeans your fingers fumbling with his belt and button. He fell back trying to hurry and you laughed as you dragged his jeans off.

Clint watched as you pulled your own clothes off. “Fuck…"he mumbled as you slipped into bed with him. He threw his head back as you wrapped your hand around his hard dick, followed by your lips. “Y/N! Y/N!” he lifted his head to catch you watching him your head bobbing up and down, your tongue flicking against the tip of his head, and sliding along the vein on the underside as you took him back into your mouth. He groaned loudly as you closed your eyes and sucked as you moved your mouth back up along his length, releasing his dick with a loud wet pop!

You squealed as he caught you by the shoulders and flipped you onto your back pushing into you with one swift urgent thrust. He held still deep inside you, “damn y/n…” he caught your lips with his once again and began moving.

You couldn’t help remembering that night with him after the bar. You ran your hands up his muscular arms to his shoulders that rolled under them as he moved in and out of you dragging little gasps and moans out of you.

“Clint, oh!” nails digging into his back you couldn’t help but toss your head back as he hit that sweet spot so deep inside of you. “Yes!”

He smirked as he rolled his hips into yours hitting it over and over again. He could feel you tightening around his dick and he thrust into you, once, twice more holding still as your nails dug in raking down the length of his back as you cried out. Your legs tightening around his waist, God, you looked so beautiful to him at that moment he studied every inch of your face committing it to memory.

You softened in his arms looking up at him as he slowly began to move again. He took his time, leaning down to kiss you just as slowly and tenderly. You lifted your hips urging him to move faster and he smiled against your lips before quickening his pace.

You moaned under him as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, softly biting down. He nibbled along your neck, sucking here and there, leaving his mark on you. He was moving faster now, his thrusts causing you to groan with every single one. His arms wrapped under your back holding you firmly in place as he chased his own orgasm. You were coming again as he buried himself deep inside you with one last deep thrust a guttural cry on his lips.

Clint peppered your face with soft little kisses. You could feel him softening inside you and only then did he pull out. You felt cold when he stood moving into the bathroom to return with a warm towel. He smiled as he cleaned both you and himself, your legs still shaking.

“Y/N,” he sighed pulling you into his arms. You wanted to run. To leave. To go back to your room. This couldn’t happen. You couldn’t be falling in love. He couldn’t be falling in love. Not with you.

Still your eyes closed as he wrapped himself around you, pulling the comforter over the both of you. You weren’t sure if that was his heartbeat you heard or your own as you finally fell into a deep sleep.

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Avengers A/U

Clint x reader

“One night at the Cantina”

Epilogue

Summary: Clint meets you one night at the bar. It was supposed to be only one night…

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You smiled as Bucky and Steve bolted through the cabin, “your not kids anymore you know?!” you yelled as their boots stomped loudly against the wood flooring. Natasha laughed as she leaned against the counter.

It had been several months since Clint first brought you here and you loved it. You couldnt get enough of it, you would escape as much as you could to it. Clint had told you how he had bought it and remodeled it entirely. He had laughed at how long it had taken him.

This trip though everyone came along. It was great having the entire team on vacation though a little cramped. You grabbed the tray of burgers and headed out, Natasha close behind with the lettuce, tomatoes, onions, buns and condiments.

Everyone laughed and it warmed your heat to see Clint smile as Tony clapped him on the shoulder.

Tony looked over and smiled, “how are you doing? Settling alright?”

You nodded, “yes. I just don’t see how you guys would need me though, you already have Clint. Plus, I can make a killing on my own.”

He rolled his eyes. “Well, we know that. Still we want to offer you a better job. One that won’t put you in jail.” he shook your shoulder with a smile and you smiled in response. Arms wrapped around your waist and Tony rolled his eyes, “Dammit, and here I was on the verge of getting her to marry me.” He heaved a sigh and you giggled as Clint nipped your earlobe.

“Baby we shoul-”

“That is my job Stark!” Clint cut you off. You froze as everyone got quiet suddenly, all eyes looking towards you. You turned to see Clint looking down at his pocket as he kneeled in front of you. You took a step back and felt metal fingers wrap around your elbow.

You looked up at Bucky who smirked down at you. “No running now doll,” he whispered in your ear before pushing you forwards gently as Clint finally produced a small black box.

He looked up at you with adoration in his blue eyes, and gave you a grin that melted your insides as you felt your eyes begin to well up. Opening his mouth you gave him no time before flinging your arms around his neck screaming “YES!!!”

He chuckled catching you, an arm around your back, “Babe, your supposed to let me ask you first,” still the others cheered as you covered his lips with your own. Clint chuckled against your lips, the low rumble reverberating through his chest against your own. He pulled back enough to hold up the small box in front of you. Taking it out with care he placed the gold band with a small diamond adorning it on your finger. “You’ve made me the happiest man on earth and now I’m going to make you the happiest woman on earth for the rest of your life,” he leaned up locking his mouth over yours.

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Avengers A/U

Clint x reader

“One night at the Cantina”

Part 6

Summary: Clint meets you one night at the bar. It was supposed to be only one night…

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He knocked before he came in. He did it all day, coming in to ask if you were hungry or bored. He showed you his small library, which consisted of four bookshelves in the living room. “theres an actual library here, if theres anything you want I can get it for you I’m sure.”

You perused his shelves, still in his shirt and sweat pants. he let his eyes wander as you bent over, the pants too loose on you even though you tightened the strings on them as much as you could, he looked away as they slid down just a bit further. “I am gonna go get lunch started, is there anything you would like?”

You glanced up at him, it was then he felt it. Something in the middle of his chest, his stomach flipped as your hair fell slightly into your face, hand pasued above a book you were about to pull off the shelf, y/e/c meeting his, a thoughtful pout on your lips. His shirt, the one you wore, slid slightly off your shoulder exposing the bare skin there. He wanted to touch, he remembered how soft you were under him that night and he bit the inside of his cheek to keep from making a sound at the memory.

“Uhm...i honestly dont know what you have to offer, but a BLT would be nice.”

Cling nodded, “I think I can whip that up.”

Pulling a book out you wandered over to the couch pausing as you spotted the chess set sitting out. “Do you play?” you asked turning to look at him.

Clint leaned over and saw you stood next to the set. “I do, usually with Vision, but being a supercomputer I say he’s a cheater,” he winked at you as he cut the lettuce. “Mayo?” he asked quickly cutting into tomato.

You nodded and you watched as he sliced quickly, your eyes focusing on his strong fingers.You bit your lip thinking about how his hands felt on you that night. You shook your head, pushing the thoughts away. “Vision....what is he?”

Clint laughed, “That you would have to ask him or Tony about. Not sure I understand myself honestly,” you looked over as he paused, absentmindedly raising his hand to his lips, biting down on a piece of bacon, “though I do know he is a good guy.” he nodded as he went back to putting the sandwiches together.

“I have to go out, but it wont be long, Nat will be stopping by to drop some stuff off for you. Hows that bandage? Are you okay?” he asked handing you a plate with two sandwiches. “I will talk to Fury see, if he will take that thing off sooner than later.”

“Clint, thank you. I know you have done a lot for me. I appreciate that, and your so kind to me, when i saw everyone as an enemy.”

Clint smiled as he sat next to you. “Everyone deserves a chance, everyone. Look, I know its not ideal...but I would like to see you join our team someday.”

“Nahh, I’m not Avengers material,” you laughed before taking a bite.

“What do you mean by that?”

You swallowed your bite and offered him a smile, “I’m damned, I know that. I have nothing to offer anyone and thats fine with me. I am not a team player and am self centered, dont care about what happens to others and wont care ever. I worry about myself, because...i can only count on myself.”

Clint smiled reaching out and swiping a smudge of mayo off your lip, you frowned at the tingling sensation that this small contact did to you. “We are different. We as a team have been through a lot. Hell even Thor’s brother has worked with us.” Clint smiled thoughtfully, “we’ll change your mind you’ll see. Shit I have to go!” he stood and without thought dropped a kiss to the top of your head and rushed out. You stared after him your heart rate picking up.

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Nat had come and gone, an uneasy silence between you two. Yet she had chattered on about how Stark had paid for everything. She had brought bags upon bags of items telling you she wasnt sure if you were a ‘jeans and tee’ girl or ‘dress and flowers’ kinda girl.

you were grateful she had brought an assortment and not just dresses. “I know that you wont be going out anywhere, but I love makeup and no woman should be without,” she smiled as you stared at the large makeup bag. 

“Thank you!” you managed. “I am sorry about-”

Nat waved you off, “dont worry about it! Once upon a time I was in your position. Thankfully Clint was there to help out. Your lucky to have him on your side. He’s been going to Fury everyday and vouching for you...says you will be a new team member. Which would be nice cause the testosterone outnumber the estrogen around here!” 

You laughed and the both of your talked easily until she left.

It wasnt till much later that you heard the front door open and close. “Clint?!” you called out warily, getting up from your bed and walking out into the living room. No one around, “Clint?!” you called out again stopping by his bedroom door hesitant. There was no sign of anyone being there, but you knew you had heard the door open and close! “Clint?” you asked a little quieter now as you took a step into his room. 

Looking around you saw several photos of children, you froze as you saw a picture of him standing next to a woman and several kids. He had a family. A wife. You frowned, why did that bother you? Why was he even flirting with you if he had a wife? You turned when you heard a sound to your right.

Clint stood in the middle of his bathroom, completely naked. You felt your face burn and you knew you should look away as he leaned into the shower to turn the knob. Still you stood there, your eyes taking in his long lean muscular form. Strong legs no doubt from running, up to his very cute and sexy ass. slowly moving up his back to broad shoulder, you were mesmerized by the way his muscles moved.

Clint turned around and yelled. “HOLY FUCKING SHIT Y/N!” you jumped turning around in shock. Though not at all certain about what you were in shock of, him being naked, you watching him be naked and getting caught, or how loudly he was yelling. God, you had to move! You jumped as you felt his hands on your shoulders. “Y/N, I CANT HEAR ANYTHING! A PERCUSSION GRENADE WENT OFF RIGHT NEXT TO ME, MY HEARING WILL BE BACK  BY TONIGHT, BUT UNTIL THEN...” he yelled at the top of lungs making you turn around to look at him. You kept your head tilted up forcing yourself to keep from looking at....him again. God you could feel your face begin to burn. Clint just gave you a shit eating grin knowing you had seen everything, not only glimpsed it but you had been staring.

Catching your chin in his hand he laughed loudly pointing at the towel now wrapped around his waist. “I HAVE A TOWEL ON NOW, DID YOU NEED SOMETHING?” he asked. “JUST ASK....WHATEVER YOU WANT.”

“You cant hear? what happened? well, shit...you cant hear. how are you supposed to know what I’m even saying?” you looked at him and Clint just smiled at you, it was a lopsided grin and you felt a smile slowly cross you own face in response. “Dammit you literal cute ass mother...and what do I want? Hell....” You shook your head and Clint frowned at you, quickly followed by as smirk as you muttered to yourself, “I wouldnt mind seeing you like that again...oh, well.” you smiled holding your hands up and shaking you head again pointing in the direction of your room, slowly stepping that way. 

Clint nodded sauntering back into the bathroom. You hadnt taken one more step when you saw him drop his towel and he slowly stepped into the hot shower. You bit your lip and stepped towards the bathroom before catching yourself. Fuck, if you werent acting like some horny little teenager! You were better than this! Reluctantly you stepped out of his room and went back to yours and picked up your book again. Though now you were having trouble focusing.

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You ran to answer the door after the eighth knock. You had forgotten Clint couldnt hear it, he also count hear his phone ring continuously and so you had to wave at him holding your hand up to your ear and mimicking a phone with your thumb and pinky. He would smile and THANK YOU, before texting the person calling.

You backed away quickly as you looked up into baby blue eyes, looking over you saw Bucky, Sam, and Tony stood beside him. “uhm, come in...I’ll get Clint!” you hurried away not looking at them and ran right into Clint as he came out of his bedroom. 

He reached out immediately wrapping an arm around your waist. “I knew I would get you to fall for me eventually!”

“You can hear now? Why didnt you come and answer the door then? Captain America and his buds are here for you!” you hissed angrily.

Clint frowned as the guys waved at him. He offered them a smile, “I’ll be right back!” he yelled as he dragged you into his room. 

“Clint!” you cried out, “It doesnt look good, me being in your room while your friends are out there!”

Clint frowned, “What?! Whats wrong with you being in my room? If I want you in my room the I will have you in my room!” He yelled, his voice getting louder.

You jumped forwards covering his mouth with your hands. “Shhh!”

Clint smiled grabbing you around the waist and pulling you further into his room. You squirmed against him as he pulled you towards the bed. “Clint! Stop it!” You demanded as he laughed, he pulled you down to sit on the edge of the bed. 

“Y/N, they dont hate you. They came to play some poker, and get to know you, so you in?” he asked still holding your hands.

You nodded and he pulled you up and led you to the door. You crashed into him again as he came to a sudden stop. Turning around he leaned down and caught your lips with his in a quick yet thorough kiss.

“You really think my butt is cute?” he asked before leading you out his bedroom door.

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Avengers A/U

Clint x reader

“One night at the Cantina”

Part 10

Summary: Clint meets you one night at the bar. It was supposed to be only one night…

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You weren’t sure what to expect when you woke. You felt utterly defeated and beyond exhausted. You had a training session with Bucky then you were to meet Fury to discuss your involvement with the new mission. They needed a sniper, Clint was yet to be released for field work. You on the otherhand…

 Bucky mopped the floor with you. He finally shoved you towards the showers telling you not to waste his time if you weren’t going to have your head in the game. You went to the meeting with Fury. You had been caught up. The name you had given them so long ago had been Aleksander Lukin. He supported the soviets, the same men that had tortured Bucky. It had shamed you to find this out, but Bucky warned you that you were not allowed to disappear on him.

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 You had wandered for hours afraid to go back to the apartment. Afraid to walk back in and what he had said last night had been nothing more than a dream. So you found yourself where you felt safest. The highest spot on the tower, the rooftop. You let the wind whip your hair around your face as you stood at the edge looking down. The wind bit into your skin, matching how cold you felt inside. You had felt like this before. Had survived on it. Counting on no one but yourself. 

 "You know someone might think your ready to jump.“ His breath in your ear warmed your entire body and you wrapped your arms about yourself to keep from flinging yourself into his arms. 

“I suppose its a matter of perspective.” you sighed. 

 Clint reached out to touch you stopping a mere inch. “I dont know how I knew I would find you here, I just did.” you hummed in response unwilling to turn just yet, you could feel him standing just behind you. Clint moved to stand next to you, “You know Bucky told me everything. I found it hard to believe, I didnt want to admit I gave up on my marriage, but I’ve spoken with her and there is nothing there to salvage. She also told me not to be an idiot, yeah she was always smarter than me.”

You let out a huff of breath, “What are you saying to me Clint cause I’m not sure I follow?” You still had yet to look up at him.

His arms wrapped around you startling you, “Bucky told me everything, I know how you havent slept properly these past few months, that I’ve made you cry endlessly. There was something you were going to tell me?”

You bit your lip and felt a tear track down your face, “I love you Clint Barton.” You felt a sob escape as he looked at you, another as you felt a weight had been lifted from your heart and you felt it was too late. 

He didnt remember. 

But you did, the few days you had spent with him had meant the world to you. They had been the brightest warmest part of your life and you would carry that in your heart for as long as you breathed. Clint held you while your body shook, wracked with the force of heart wrenching sobs.

You should have told him so long ago. A small chuckle escaped you as you pulled away from him, wiping the tears from your face. You finally looked up to meet his gaze, “I’m terribly sorry…”

“Pretty girl, I’ve missed you.” You saw a shift in his eyes, recognition. Suddenly you were in tears again and he wrapped you up in his arms, finally you allowed yourself to wrap your arms around him, clinging tightly to him. “I’m sorry, so sorry baby,” he kissed you, your lips crushing against each other.

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You practically tore his clothes off when you got back to the apartment. Clint chuckled as he helped you undress him. He took his time undressing you, his hands touching you almost reverently.

He was slow and tender, as much as you wanted him to hurry he took his time as always. Your sighs turning into low moans as your limbs mingled with each others, your lips seeking the each other. It didnt take long before you knew he was about to come, you were right there with him.

Clint watched as you stared at him, your hands running along his cheeks, down his jaw, across his lips. He scrunched his nose as you traced it with a finger, using both hands to trace his eyebrows.

He caught your hands in his kissing the knuckles of each one. “I know what your doing.”

“What am i doing then smarty?”

“The blind do it, they trace your face, to learn what you look like.”

You stared at his lips, “Whats wrong with that?” You asked.

Clint dropped a kiss to your lips, “I am not going anywhere. Well, not by myself.”

You frowned. “What does that mean?” you asked sitting up as he slipped out of bed, you put your hand in his and let him pull you to the edge of the bed.

Clint wrapped an arm around your waist as you stood on unsteady feet, “We are going away on vacation.”

You looked up at him in surprise, “Clint I can’t not right now. I am going on the mission tomorrow with the team.”

Clint shook his head, “I already talked with everyone about it. They dont need you, not really. They can handle their own against one guy,” he helped you in the shower stepping in after you. You moaned as the hot water slid over your sensitive skin. You moaned again as his hands slid between the front of your legs, his erection pressing into you from behind. “We are going to go enjoy ourselves,” he kissed you just below your ear, nibbling and sucking. 

You felt your knees wobble as his fingers rubbed your clit, the head of his cock pushing into you slowly. Clint chuckled as you whimpered against his lips, impatiently pushing your hips back into his. He bit back a groan as that movement had him buried deep inside you. His hands suddenly on your hips he gripped you with enough force to leave bruises. “Baby…your so impatient!”

“I want it now.” you demanded.

Clint groaned and pushed you against the wall, you gasped as he pulled out and thrust back in, fucking you hard and fast. Your cried out as he wrapped a hand around your throat, pulling you back flush against his chest forcing his cock deeper into you. “Like this?” he asked tightening his hold on you when you nodded. He rubbed your nub between his fingers as you gasped with each thrust. Clint groaned your name as he fucked you. “Fuck, gonna come..” he uttered biting down on your shoulder. He pushed you against the wall his hands gripping your hips holding you firmly in place as he thrust in one final time spilling his seed deep within you, a cry escaped you as you came right behind him.

“Now behave, we need to clean up. We have a plane to catch.”His voice was low and deep washing over you in warm waves.

“Me behave?” you asked incredulously.

He looked at you seriously, “Yes, stop being so damned beautiful…I cant seem to keep my hands off of you.”

You giggled as you threw the loofah at him. He in turn caught you up in his arms kissing you till you felt dizzy.

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You stirred as the car jostled. Clint smiled down at you, somehow you had fallen asleep in his arms. After the shower he had given you now time, but hurried you to dress and follow him. there had been a small airplane ride and then he had hustled you into the car. 

“Where are we?” you asked sitting up in the seat.

“Take a look,” he said smiling.

You looked around and your eyes widened as a cabin came into view. He smiled as you threw yourself into his arms. He had remembered and kept his promise. He had brought you to his cabin.

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Avengers A/U

Clint x reader

“One night at the Cantina”

Part 9

Summary: Clint meets you one night at the bar. It was supposed to be only one night…

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Nat was sitting in the chair next to you when you finally woke. She leaned forwards with a smile, “hey there,” she greeted, “how do you feel?”

“Where’s Clint?” you asked trying to sit up, managing only to scoot up and sighed falling back onto the bed.

Nat squeezed your hand. “There’s a problem.”

“What’s wrong?!”

She pursed her lips. “The fall, he doesn’t remember everything.” You sat up forcing yourself. What was she saying? “He doesn’t remember his divorce,” you felt your chest tighten, “he thought you were-” you tried to pull in a ragged breath, “I’m sure the doctors are right, its temporary.”

You were surprised when you felt your cheeks wet with tears. “He doesn’t remember me?”

Nat sat back. “We will work with him, there’s been a few memories that have come through. I know he will remember, its just going to take some time. Until then we can move your things into my place if you want?”

“No, if he’s gonna remember me i have to be there.” you said shaking your head resolutely.

“Y/N….it won’t be easy.”

“It never is.”

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Bucky fell back as you hit him hard. He blocked your kick, catching your leg and throwing you hard against the padded wall.

It had been four months. Four months of the hardest time of your life. You had felt your heart be ripped from your chest when you had first gone to see him. He hadn’t recognized you at all. He had apologized with a confused smile.

Bucky, Sam and Nat were almost always there. He recognized you as a new team member. That was all.

This morning had been hard on you. You had woken up on the couch of your shared apartment and found him leaning over you in the act of covering you. It had been automatic. You had reached up gently brushing his face, “thanks babe.”

It had caused him to back off almost immediately and you sat up in a hurry. “I’m married!” he hurriedly said then shook his head, “no, that’s not right…but you’re, you’re just a teammate!”

Bucky slammed you into the floor knocking the air out of you and pinning you there. You gasped as Nat walked into the training room, Clint right behind her.

“Jesus Buck, go easy on her.” Nat cried out looking behind her at Clint for his reaction. He didn’t even spare you a second.

You shoved Bucky off you and stood staring at Clint’s back. It hurt. It hurt so much to know at one point he would have tried to hurt Bucky for hurting you but that didn’t matter anymore. Bucky caught your arm as you turned to go. “Session isn’t over yet.”

You pulled out of his grasp, “get off me.”

Bucky looked over at Nat who was talking to Clint. “Y/N!” he called after you running behind you. “We are getting somewhere. Have patience.”

You leaned against the wall frustrated. “He doesn’t see me that way anymore James. Whatever we had, I need to face it, its over. I’ve heard him talking on the phone, I’m no idiot. He’s trying to get his wife back,” you bit back a sob, surprised that you had any tears left. “Its hopeless…”

Bucky pulled you into his arms as you broke down. “Y/N its never hopeless. I know, deep down inside he still loves you.”

“Shut up,” you murmured clinging to him for just a moment. Bucky had become your rock in the past couple months. When you stepped out in the middle of the night unable to sleep. When you couldn’t look at Clint cause he would give you the cold shoulder.

You smiled up at him. “Thanks James. For everything. You’ve been a real friend.”

“Clint would want someone to look after you,” he ruffled your hair. “I think I will have a talk with him, he needs to know what he is in danger of losing.” Bucky wiped a tear away and you watched as he made his way back towards the training room.

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“F.R.I.D.A.Y. put some good music on.”

“Yes ma'am.” smooth jazz filled the apartment and you smiled. It reminded you of a day that had changed everything not too long ago. You looked up as the front door opened and Clint entered with Sam in tow. Clint sobered as he saw you and Sam beamed a smile at you.

“Hey guys!” you greeted plastering a fake smile on your face. “I made shrimp scampi.”

Sam gave out a shout. “Love that stuff! Lucky you get to live with this chick!” he smiled shaking Clint by the shoulders.

“I uhm,” you smiled as Clint made his way around the kitchen to stand next to you. You froze as he leaned over, so very close, you could smell the cologne he was wearing and you guiltily took in a breath committing it to memory.

“Not bad, who taught you?” he asked.

“You did.”

Clint gave you a forlorn look.

“Anyhow, that was then. I have to go out. Nat should be here with James soon, I thought you should have a night with your friends.” you said smiling and pulling away from him to keep yourself from touching.

Sam sat down, “I’ll pick a movie out for when you get back!”

You smiled walking towards your room. “Yeah, that sounds good!”

Clint followed you, something wasn’t right in your body language, your tone of voice. He had been watching you these past four months. He knew he had hurt you but he just hadn’t remembered you. He had come to respect you, you could hold your own when training. Whether it be with a gun or hand to hand. He liked the way you smiled, and you were faking it. Why was your behavior bugging him?

You looked up at him in surprise when he caught the door before you could shut it. “Clint?”

“Are you okay?” he asked his brow snapped together in concern.

“Oh,” it was full of something else. Unsaid words and emotions.

Clint sighed, looking over his shoulder at Sam who had become engrossed in a movie. He pushed past the door and looked around. “You going somewhere?” he asked looking around your room as he found it empty of your stuff.

“That, Fury helped me get my own place. I dont belong in the Avengers. Not my kinda thing. I will be brought in on occasion, when I’m available.” you told him, it was hard to keep your voice steady as you grabbed a few things and put them away.

Clint looked down at you, his chest hurt and he couldn’t understand why. “Y/N, I’m sorry if I have been cold towards you.”

“Ah, its quiet alright!” you smiled waving your hand dismissively. You felt a lump form as Etta James’ voice spilled from the speakers. “Its just not a right fit for me. It never works out you know? I’m cursed.” you smiled up at him, he looked down at you his blue eyes flickering with emotion.

“Your more than that,” he uttered. “You don’t have to go. Bucky-mentioned something today.” He reached up to cup your cheek and you backed away. “Y/N? Is it true?”

You turned away from him, not wanting him to see the tears that were now falling. “Oh? Did he?” you asked walking over to the closet. You had spent that morning packing your clothes and what you had accummulated over the past couple months. Fury had helped you get your new place situated, all your belongings sent over. All that was left was your original duffle bag.

“Y/N, I dont know what to say. I’m sorry I can’t remember you.”

You turned to face him but couldn’t meet his eyes. “Its not your fault. But I am doing you no good. All I am doing is confusing you, I know your trying to work things out with your ex-wife….” you looked at the floor, “I hope…I hope it works out for you. I want you to be happy.” You finally looked up, tears falling, a small smile on your lips. “I have to say goodbye now.”

Clint made a small noise of distress though he didn’t understand why. Why it hurt to see you cry. Why it hurt to think of you not being here.

You walked over just then, duffle bag slung over your shoulder, pushing yourself up onto your toes and placing a small kiss to his lips. “Clint, it was great knowing you,” You pulled away walking toward the door when you felt his hand close around your wrist. Clint looked at you as you looked over your shoulder. “Clint just, just let go…its okay,” you bit your bottom lip trying to keep composure. You couldn’t break down. Not now.

He pulled you back into his arms making you cry out in surprise, his lips caught yours and you melted against him.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down to you. Clint held your waist in his hands, he pulled you back further into the room, pulling away only to allow you two to breathe. “Don’t go,” he said, begged. “I don’t know why, but I don’t want you to go. Please Y/N, stay?” You shook your head, pulling away from him. Clint held fast, refusing to let you go. 

“Clint…” you looked up into his deep blue eyes feeling your resolve beginning to melt away. 

 “There’s something familiar about you,” he muttered picking you up to turn you around and pushing you towards the bed, the duffle bag dropping to the floor. “I don’t know what it is,” he kissed you again, his kiss desperate and hungry all at once. “You can’t go,” he almost growled as he pushed you into the bed following you down into it. You let out a sigh as his tongue pushed past your lips, his hands slid up under your shirt, his leg pushing between yours. A small whimper made it past your lips as he trailed kisses down your neck. He pulled back staring down at you, “when did they take the collar off of you?” he asked confused. 

“The day you came back, I forced my way into medical to see you. Tony took it off after I passed out.” you said looking up at him. “How did you remember that?”

Clint crashed his lips into yours. You squeaked as his hands roamed all over you, “I want you, I dont know why or how, but I want you," it was a harsh whisper. “You said something…" he kissed you his tongue seeking yours, "you said you would tell me, tell me what I can’t remember.”

New tears formed in your eyes as you raked your fingers through his hair, “yes?”

“Dont leave me Y/N…dont leave me. Stay, please...stay a little longer?" he asked pulling back to look into y/e/c. There was no arguing with that. You could only nod.

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