#imagien

[A/N]: First Avengers imagine, and of course I had to pick Hawkeye, because I love all the underrated characters in fandoms. Meh...

Enjoy~

”What the hell?”

The customary phrase came from none other than Steve, the paragon of virtue. You took a second to compute the curse before giving the super soldier a sly glance.

“Language, Steve” You mocked and Steve slumped a bit, incensed that no one could seem to forget his slip-up. Honestly, one time…-

“But seriously, what’s going on here, were are the others?” You asked, glancing around the room to see if you could spot them. The two of you had been on a mission and had just gotten back from the debriefing only to find an empty tower.

“Friday, what is going on here?” Steve asked in his cap-voice, that you had come to call it. He only ever used it on missions and when he was worried, given the circumstances, you deduced that he was worried. The sassy AI was nowhere to be heard and the anxiety bubbling up in your stomach couldn’t be quelled.

Your gun was in your hand a second later, the captain holding his shield tensely. Your posturing didn’t last for long, and you relaxed into an easy slouch when Loki stepped out of the doorway that led to the kitchen.

You did however arch a brow when you spotted six small balls of fluff pouncing at the mischievous god’s heels. The kittens bounced harmlessly off the metal of Loki’s armor and the disgruntled hisses could be heard echoing around the stillness.

“Oh my goodness, Loki! What did you do?” You questioned with a tired sigh and a wave towards the creatures that you vaguely recognized. Grimacing at the possibility, you squatted down and held your hand out to the furry little critters. The sandy blonde one seemed to perk up as he spotted you and immediately sashayed over, unmistakable blue eyes staring up at you unblinkingly as he rubbed his fragile little body along your hand. Never once stopping his prowling, you found yourself with a handful of fluff as he settled comfortably in the crook of your neck.

Rolling your eyes at your boyfriend’s affectionate behavior, you turned to Loki for an explanation, an eyebrow arched high.

“They annoyed me.” The god simply stated and flounced over to the couch, dropping into it gracefully with a put-upon expression twisting his –admittedly– handsome features.

The sharp kitten-snort coming from your shoulder distracted you from your incredulity and you looked down at your assassin-boyfriend-turned-kitten and gave him a deadpan look. “Yeah, I know” you muttered and was rewarded by an affectionate headbutt to the underside of your chin.

You shook your head and threw your hands into the air, leaving Steve to do his patented reprimanding, taking your kitten and stalking out of the room. The purring at your nape was a tiny bit distracting and you cupped a hand around the kitten to prevent him from falling to his death. You were rewarded by a series of tickling kitten-licks to your throat and you giggled softly in response.

The kitten was all nice and cuddly and you had always wanted a pet. Tony’s ‘no pets’ policy hindered that though and you glanced down at Clint with a speculative expression. “You put Loki up to this, didn’t you?” The wide innocent eyes looking up at you confirmed your theory and you laughed at the prank. With a wistful sigh, you let your tired body slump down onto the bed, Clint holding on for dear life with his underdeveloped kitten-claws. 

Clutching the small body to yourself, you blinked the black spots form your vision and the next moment found yourself in the toned arms of your fully human boyfriend. “Hey.” You murmured, too exhausted to care at the moment. Giving the man a sloppy kiss to the cheek, you burrowed in his warmth and let sleep take you to the land of dreams. Barely, you heard the quietly murmured; “Welcome home, babe”. Feeling Clint’s lips lingering on your forehead, you gave a content sigh and drifted off. 

However nice kitten-Clint proved to be, you much preferred the real thing.