#clintbartonxgn!reader

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.