#Hawkeye x you

[abbyromanoff]

can you do rough g!p kate bishop??

BOYFRIEND

PAIRINGS: Kate bishop x reader

WORD COUNT: 1,149

WARNINGS: smut, cheating (R had a husband), kitchen sex, breeding, Kate has a dick, being caught, blood kink, knife kink, use of knives, kinda playboy!Kate, degrading, praise kink, think that’s all :)

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Your walls clamped tightly around the younger woman’s cock as she drove into you, forcing her hand over your mouth in order to silence your loud moans. Your eyes squeezed shut while your body continued to rock back and forth, her smirk only bringing you more annoyance combined with a sick pleasure. Your husband was sleeping a singular room away, your body being placed on the cold counter of the kitchen as Kate stood in front of you. Her clothes had been discarded previously along with yours, creating a small pile of fabric by her feet but neither of you could care less about the mess.

“You need to be quiet, slut. Weren’t you just worrying about him hearing you?” She muttered in a hushed tone, yet you could still hear it loud and clear as the words seeped into your mind, the degrading nickname sending you into spirals. She picked up on this.

“Awh, you like it when Daddy tells you how bad you are? You must fucking love it, I can feel you clenching around me.” She moaned lowly, goosebumps traveling across her body as a chill went down her spine. You weren’t the first to be panting beneath her, but you were definitely her favorite sight out of all.

“C’mon, tell me, tell me how much you love it.” She removed her hand from your face, and before you could even process what she had done, whimpers were escaping you faster than the speed of light.

“I-I love it, Daddy.” She slapped your cheek, causing the rising tears to suddenly fall onto the now reddened skin.

“You love what, baby?” You threw your head back, hands fumbling to find her biceps as you held onto her for dear life. Her grip landed on your thighs as she held you firmly, her face close as she created marks of her arrival on your neck.

“I love it when- fuck! I love it when you treat me like a bitch, wanna be your slut.” She groaned, chuckling darkly in response. You should’ve never let her back in, but when she came to your door late at night after sending you a quick yet truthful ‘I miss you’ message, you knew there was no hope. You felt so shameful for acting on such sins, but it felt so heavenly when her cock would tear you up in ways your husband could never do.

That’s when it all started, her pinning you to the wall as she groped you through the loose pajamas you had worn for your partner, only to receive a small compliment before he went to bed, not even registering what you were ensuing or just not wanting it. Kate would never. She’d never miss an opportunity to worship your body in all the ways he failed to do. She thought, no, knew he was a fucking idiot for not falling to his knees and begging to make sweet love to you right then and there, so it was her job to make up for it.

“Maybe I’ll get you on your knees to suck me off like a dirty whore. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” You nodded sharply, placing your chin on her shoulder as she inhaled your scent. It was her favorite perfume, the one she bought you during her shopping spree where only you were on her mind, resulting in thousands of dollars worth of clothing, expensive jewelry, and slutty lingerie, none that were meant for your husband's eyes.

She fluttered her eyes open as her sight landed on a knife holder placed on the same counter you were just on, now you were in her arms and it was even better.

“Here’s the deal, baby,” She started. “You’re gonna cum all over my cock and in return, I’m gonna fill up this pretty cunt. Then, I’m gonna take that knife, and ‘ima carve my name on your beautiful body. So whenever Steve wants to fuck you, he’ll see that you’re all mine.” There was a part of you that feared the pain she’d cause, but the other side of you craved it. You craved her touch, whether it was sweet or painful, you wanted it all.

“Please- need your babies, Daddy.” You pulled on her long, black hair that caused an ache in her scalp, but she didn’t mind. Your feet dug into her ass, your legs around her waist starting to become sore.

“I’ll make you a Mommy, baby girl, I fucking promise.” She grabbed the sharp object, now holding your entire weight in just one arm. Her strength had always amazed you.

The blade sunk into you, causing you to let out a silent scream. She bit her lip as blood seeped out of you, droplets landing on the counter and floor. It hurt so bad, but it felt so good.

“You doing okay?” She asked in the heat of the moment, and you could feel the care she held for you, creating a puddle of warmth in your heart.

“Yeah, ju-just keep going…please?” She didn’t give a worded response, only continuing as you asked. You looked down, noticing the letter being carved into your soft skin. It was a K, and you realized there would be no hiding it from Steve. This was it. This was the moment when everything would change for better or for worse.

Her thrusts weren’t as fast but exchanged for a deep, powerful desire. She didn’t want to ruin her creation, she wanted it to be perfect, it’s what you deserved.

“Nothing but the best for my princess.” She admired her work before disposing of the knife, letting her thumb brush over the open wound. Now she could fulfill her promise, now she could release her finish deep inside of you like both of you had been wanting for months now. Ever since you two slept together for the first time, it all changed. You couldn’t get enough of one another, you’d grown addicted as if she was some sort of drug, a highly illegal drug that is.

“Cum.” A small phrase did so much as your release instantly hit, bringing Kate even closer. She wasn’t letting you go, not even when her thrusts stilled in response to her cum filling you up, a few drops leaking out of you and joining the mess on the floor.

“Take it. Fucking take it, whore.” You choked out a sob as you felt your womb being filled to the brim, just like she planned.

“I hope you get pregnant, just so I can show that bitch you’re mine.” There was a small moment of silence between the two of you, the only sound being your shared pants and your winces whenever she brushed over your torn skin.

“Y/N? Honey, is that you?” You both shared a look of fear when the deep voice was heard.

“Shit.”

[angelltheninth]

Can I please request in general dating Kate Bishop headcanons, I miss her 😫😫

I miss her too! I can't wait for her to be important again.

Pairing: Kate Bishop x Reader

Tags: fluff, established relationship, kissing, teasing, photos, voice mails, cute Kate Bishop, smitten Kate Bishop

A/N: When I tell you I almost screamed in the movie theater when I saw her. I was so happy!

Girlfriend of the year for sure

Once you start dating her you'll be getting so much personal attention from her

All her texts are accompanied by a bow and arrow and heart emojis

Like a cupid's arrow, right to your heart

Enjoys dates where you can stay in doors and cuddle up on the couch, just the two of you, and Lucky of course, she would never leave him out

You get a voice message from her once a day, her telling you how much she loves you

When it's time to go out she will send you a photo of herself in her suit, but with the tie a little loose

Jokes she wears a tie just so you have something to pull her into a kiss with

Brags about dating you like it's her greatest accomplishment in life

Says how she really needs a good luck kiss before an archery contest

Always winks at you before shooting an arrow for a competition

Gets very flustered when anyone brings up marriage around the two of you

Cuddles are the best way to get her sleepy

Has snuck into your house after her patrols just to pass out on your bed and still wake up early to cook you breakfast

[shewhohangsoutincemeteries]

appreciation

Clint Barton x F!Reader

Prompt: “is that my shirt?”

Summary: you borrow one of clint's shirts after a fight leaves yours ruined, and he can't help but show you just how much he likes seeing you wear it.

Warnings: smut, mdni, cock-warming, oral sex (female receiving), fluff.

Word Count: 1,616

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“You know, if SHIELD wants us to keep doing all these recon missions in plain clothes, you’ve either got to stop blowing our cover, or they’ve got to start reimbursing me for clothes,” you called out drily as you stepped out of the bathroom, flinging your ruined shirt away in disdain. An unplanned brawl had ended with your shirt torn and your jeans stained, and you’d forgone reporting in in person to make a pitstop at your partner’s apartment. He’d drawn the short straw to call it in, and you’d made liberal use of his shower while he patched himself up.

“I swear I didn’t do it on purpose,” Clint called back from the other room. “There were…”

“Honey, if you say ‘extenuating circumstances’, I’m gonna kick your ass.” you replied, grabbing a shirt out of a drawer and slipping it on over your head. Pain thrummed through your shoulder, and you grimaced but otherwise ignored it. The shirt dampened with the wet hair clinging to your neck, the hem of it skirting along the top of your thighs indecently.

“Safe to say I wasn’t, seeing as I can’t even pronounce…” Clint trailed off as he entered, a couple of fresh bandages taped over his ribs. His phone was still in his hand, the screen dark. “Is that my shirt?”

You looked down at yourself for a brief moment, nodding. “Uh, yeah? I don’t have any clothes here, and I didn’t think you’d—”

“That is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

You couldn’t help a disbelieving scoff. “Seriously? I—”

The phone fell from Clint’s hand, bouncing on the carpet. He closed the distance between you, took hold of your waist and pulled you into a kiss. His hands bunched in the shirt over your waist, tugging the fabric taught against the small of your back and urging you closer to him. You whined against his lips, your own hands moving to clutch at his biceps. When you parted, Clint spoke a breath away from your lips, a surprising roughness in his voice that sent a thrill right down through the middle of you.

“Yes, seriously. Now stop arguing.”

You laughed as he pushed you gently back against the bedside table. It rattled as it hit the wall and Clint’s mouth met yours again. Wrapping your arms around his neck, your lips parted in a gasp as Clint’s mouth moved from yours to kiss the side of your throat. He lingered there teasingly; his breath hot against your neck as his fingertips trailed up the outside of your naked thighs.

Your fingers ran through his hair as he moved lower, kissing his way down over the skirt to the hem of it. You whimpered as he knelt in front of you urged your thighs apart. “Clint—”

He gave your thigh an open-mouthed kiss, his teeth teasing over the sensitive flesh as his hand journeyed up your other leg. Clint hesitated as he realized you hadn’t had the chance to put your underwear back on, sighing almost reverently. His breath made goosebumps rise on the inside of your thighs. You shivered.

“Fuck…”

“Oh, God, Clint…” you moaned as he buried his face between your legs, his tongue immediately finding your clit. You almost fell back against the bedside table, your hand grasping at the top of the bedhead to your left. Your other hand ran fingers through his hair, the answering ache in your shoulder worth the way he groaned into your cunt. His arms wrapped tightly around your thighs, grabbing at the flesh of them holding you in place under his tongue.

The edge of the wood bit into the back of your thighs, and Clint pushed them further apart. You obliged by sitting on the table, planting one foot on the mattress beside you. Clint rewarded you by sliding a finger into you, his eyes meetings yours from between your thighs.

Fuck, he was good at this. He seemed to truly relish it, and the feel of his bare shoulders pressing up against your thighs, forcing them to stay spread wide, made you shudder. You arched further into his touch with a moan as he reached up to squeeze your breast through his shirt.

Bucking under his tongue, your shoulders falling back against the wall, you heard his too-old alarm clock crack dully against the carpet. Your eyes rolled back behind closed lids, and when you came it was with a drawn-out moan of his name, your thighs quivering on either side of his head.

Before you could even catch your breath Clint rose, a pained grunt quietly leaving him as he pressed a hand to the bandages on his side. Still, he didn’t hesitate to kiss you again, his erection pressing against your stomach as he leaned into you. You shuddered as the fingers of his other hand continued to tease against your clit slowly.

Palming him through his sweats, you smiled as Clint groaned against your mouth, and he broke away to press his forehead against yours. Standing on shaking legs, you gently forced him to turn so you could urge him back onto the bed. Clint snickered as his back met the mattress obediently, but the sound died in his throat as he watched you move to straddle his lap slowly, the shirt riding up on your thighs.

You tugged his sweats down to his mid-thighs, tracing your nails up along his sensitive skin. Clint’s head fell back against the bed as you lowered yourself against him, mindful of his injury.

“So, I got all that just for borrowing a shirt?” you asked, grinding yourself slowly against the length of his cock.

Clint’s hands found your legs, sliding up along them take hold of your hips. “Oh, you’re keeping the shirt.”

You giggled, leaning down and bracing yourself on your good arm to kiss him again. Clint wrapped his arms around your middle, hand slipping up under the soft fabric to spread over your lower back. “And just like that, step one of my evil plan is complete.”

Clint smiled, his nose bumping affectionately against yours. “And what’s the endgame here, mastermind?”

You kissed the underside of his jaw. “I’m going to keep on stealing your clothes until you’re left butt-ass naked and at my mercy.”

Clint chuckled, cupping your cheek and bringing your mouth back to his. He kissed you slowly and long, another wave of delicious giddiness swirling in your belly.

“Downright devious,” he mumbled with a smile against your lips, the words melting into a deep, heady moan as the next slow roll of your hips over his pressed the head of his cock into you. Your eyes closed as you lowered yourself further onto him. His lips caught yours again, moving to your chin, the underside of your jaw, the base of your throat. Clint cursed breathlessly as you began to fuck yourself lazily on his cock. “Shit, baby…”

His hands moved to your backside, massaging the flesh, pressing your body tighter against his. Clint’s lips dusted over your jaw, cheek, and your forehead, your nose crinkling as his lips brushed lightly along the tip of it. The light filtering through the blinds cast his skin in a warm glow, his eyes alight with an affection that warmed the very core of you.

The way he looked at you… the heat in his eyes mixing the way he filled you… the both of them sent a dizzying high dancing up your spine. You barely moved, the two of you near-breathless just from the feeling of him inside you. You lay your head on his chest, basking in the warmth of his embrace and the sun. The next words left you unwillingly. “…Exactly how soon do they expect us to report in?”

Clint groaned softly, his hand sliding up your back. “I was hoping you weren’t going to ask me that.”

You pouted, turning your head to rest your chin on his chest. “That soon, huh?”

You whimpered as Clint pushed his hips up into yours, agonizingly slow. His hand moved into your hair, fisting in the locks as he pulled you into another kiss. This was deeper than the brief, affectionate brushes of his lips, hungrier. More passionate. You moaned into it.

“We’ve got time,” he told you softly, groaning into another kiss as you began to roll your hips against his again. You fucked him slow, steadily, your body tingling wherever it met his. Clint slipped a hand between you, and your eyes rolled back, closing as he touched two fingers to your clit.

“Fuck…”

“Uh, uh, sugar,” he murmured, his other hand cupping your cheek. “Eyes open for me.”

You cursed again, too focused on the building sensation in your core to respond.

“C’mon, baby, please,” he urged, his voice torn with desire and his own steadily approaching release. After teasing each other, after just feeling you squeezing around him, he was too far gone already. “Look at me.”

You forced your eyes open dazedly, lips parting as you hovered inches over him. Clint’s breath tickled your lips, his hands tightening on your hips before you both came, your body shaking over his.

“Damn…” you sighed, letting your head fall back against his chest. Clint chuckled breathlessly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. His arms encircled your waist again, fingers linking together loosely.

“You can say that again.”

“Damn.”

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

Clint snickered, shaking his head against the mattress. “I meant what I said about you keeping the shirt.”

“Good,” you replied with a smile. “Because there is no way I am ever going to give it back now.”

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[marvelwitchergilmore]

Out Of Depth (But We’ll Be Okay)

Summary: Clint Barton x Fe!Reader -> You and Clint have been having an intimate relationship and it’s been hidden from the rest of the team. But, what happens when Fate throws you both a curve ball and it can no longer remain a secret?

Disclaimer: Fluff, swearing, feelings of being completely terrified of life, Sam and Bucky being idiots. Ignoring Endgame and CW. Clint has never been married or has kids in this fic. Friends/Co-workers to lovers. FwB SMUT (description is brief in the beginning, so feel free to skip), mentions of unprotected sex (be safe, wrap it up) MDNI. IF YOU CONTINUE READING THIS, YOU ARE CONSENTING TO READING 18+ THEMES. THIS IS YOUR WARNING.

Clint was good at his job. 

He had to be. He had no other choice. If he wasn’t good, that meant he was bad and that could result in one of two things. Either, he’d get fired. Or, he’d die. If he was bad at his job, he’d prefer his exit to be the former of the two options, but when it came down to it, he wouldn’t really have a choice. 

But, he was good at his job. So, it didn’t matter. 

What he wasn’t good at, however, was being a dad. Or, at least, being told he was about to become one and not freak out about it. 

You had told him three days after you had found out yourself. 

You could remember it. Being stood in your bathroom until you saw the very pink double lines appear on the centre of the stick, which made you back up until you sat on the toilet seat and placed a hand to your mouth. 

At first, you didn’t know how to react. 

You and Clint weren’t exactly…together. 

It had started just over a year ago when, after some strange happenings on missions, you found comfort in one another. It was just simple and casual. No strings. Just sex. But you were friends. And co-workers. So, you were both incredibly careful. 

But then you remembered the night in the hospital. Well, medical bay. 

10 weeks prior, you’d both been on a mission that left you more than worse for wear. Stage 4 concussion, three broken ribs, the rest severely bruised, cuts and scrapes to the rest of your body and loss of memory for the first 24 hours. 

But, on your final check-up, you were left by the doctors, alone, in your room. 

During your stay, Clint had come almost every night to sit with you. Even helped you get to and from the bathroom when the lights were too bright and your entire body felt like it had just been hit by a 1000 tonne truck. 

Other nights, when he wasn’t helping you to and from the bathroom, he’d lie with you and you’d both sit and watch some crappy old movies that Clint had managed to find. Some were better than others, but even then, you’d both fall asleep half way through. 

But, after 10 weeks, you had your final check up and Clint came to see you. 

You both talked for a while, about what was to come. What missions would be given, when you were going to be put back into the field, what he had done to Natasha to make her so mad that she came to you to ask for help in getting back at him. 

And then he sat beside you and asked how you were feeling. 

“Like I want to get out of here.” you had answered honestly. “I just want to get back to normal.”

“And your head? You took quite the hit.” Clint pushed a strand of hair from your face so he could see you more clearly. 

“The concussion has gone but I still have a small headache.”

“You know, there are ways to get rid of that.”

You smirked, already having an idea on where Clint was going with this. “So, I’ve heard.”

“Maybe I could help you out?”

“Really? How so?”

Slowly, Clint moved closer to you before you continued to lie back until he was flush against you and the mattress where he slowly kissed your neck. 

“Well, there is the usual. Yoga,” a kiss, “Sleep,” another, “some weird tea that probably tastes like nail polish remover,” another kiss. “And then there's my idea. And, it technically hits two of the three.”

“Oh, really?” you laughed as he continued to press his lips against your skin. “And what is that?”

“I think you already know, baby.”

You smiled before his lips met yours. From there, your bodies took over. Your hands came up his side before pushing their way through his hair. His knee pressed between your thighs, teasing you ever so slightly. Meanwhile, his hands gripped at your hips pulling you closer as a moan emptied itself into his mouth. 

“Let me take care of you,” you heard him tell you before his lips moved back down your neck, leaving a trail of, come by morning, love bites in their wake. 

Usually, you were both so careful. But that night…that night you just wanted each other. Needed each other, even. You let him take care of you; his fingers pressing into your skin just hard enough to make you want more, his lips and tongue leaving marks across your body that only made it yearn for more, his knee pressing against you before he replaced it with his hand, his fingers curling up inside of you. All the while, he watched you curse underneath him, swear to God, swear to anyone who would hear your cries of pleasure. He felt your hands roam his body until he finally moved himself to your core where he felt your fingers and nails run themselves down the back of his head and neck, begging him for more. 

You climaxed twice before he entered you, and even then, you came again. 

He was the only man who had done this to you. Others, they had come close, but it was never like this. Clint took his time, teasing your body in ways you didn’t know would have you begging for him to the point where you felt as if it was going to last forever. 

And afterwards, he’d take care of you then, too. He’d wipe away any wetness from you before handing you a glass of water and helping you stand despite wanting to fall asleep in his arms there and then. By the time you’d get back from the bathroom, he’d hand you a t-shirt of his that just covered you - but still, if you weren’t both so relaxed, he’d take you there and then…again. 

And you’d let him. 

But that night, rather than using any safe measurements, it all remained unprotected. Something that would only come to your mind after being sat in the bathroom for an hour and half, staring at the two very pink lines on the white stick. 

It took you three days to initially come to terms with what was about to happen. Even then, you hadn’t fully accepted it. You were pregnant with Clint’s baby. And in 9 to 10 months, that baby will be born, hopefully healthy, and soon enough would be an exact share of your and Clint’s DNA.

On the fourth day, you went in search of Clint. And, you found him in his bedroom at the compound. 

After giving your knock, he called for you to come in. 

“It’s unlocked!”

The moment you entered, you locked the door behind you. 

“Clint?”

“In here.”

Tony had created a connecting room for him to practise against targets so when you entered he had his arrow drawn and released it on bullseye. 

“Hey,”

“Hey.”

“We need to talk.”

“I’m all ears.” 

You nodded. Mostly, his focus was on the targets so at least that made it easier not having to look him in the eye. 

“Okay, I’ll just get to it,” you took a breath, clasping your hands together. “I’m pregnant.”

The arrow that Clint had drawn and intended to go through bullseye once more…landed in the wall. 

“You’re…”

“Pregnant,” you nodded. “9 weeks, I think, at least.”

“When did…”

“Three days ago. I know, I’m freaking out, too.”

Clint looked back to the targets, not knowing where else to look. 

“I just thought you should know.”

Clint nodded before backing up and sitting down on one of the chairs beside the wall. 

“You’re pregnant?”

You nodded. “Yep.”

“And I’m gonna be…”

“Yep.”

“Huh.”

You moved to sit beside him. “I know. Believe me, I’m still trying to wrap my head around the whole thing.”

“Does anyone else know?”

You shook your head. “No.”

“You’re really pregnant?”

Sighing, you lifted your hips from the chair to pull the fresh pregnancy test from your back pocket. “Pretty positive.”

You handed him the test where he let out a small gasp, covering his mouth as he looked down at the two pink lines. 

“Look, I don’t know what I’m doing.” you said. “And…if you don’t want to be involved, I’ll figure it out. But, I want you. I want you to be involved.”

“No, no, no,” Clint cut you off. Despite the fact he was in complete shock, something he was certain of was…”I wanna…I wanna be involved. If we’re in this, we’re in this together.”

You nodded after a moment. It was nice to have some support and know you’re not alone in your fear. 

Clint soon looked back to the stick before reaching over and taking your hand in his. “We’re gonna have a baby.”

You could see a small smile growing on his face, which mirrored itself on yours. “We’re gonna have a baby.”

A small laugh came from Clint’s lips before he pulled you closer into a hug, the pair of you looking at the double lines before he turned and looked to your stomach. You weren’t showing yet, but you would be soon. 

Gently, Clint lay his hand over your stomach before you placed both of your hands over his. 

“We can do this, right?”

“We’ll figure it out.”

You smiled. “Okay.”

It took a while to figure out how to tell people since they didn’t know you and Clint were together in the first place. But, one morning when Sam had woken up and found you in the kitchen, reading, whilst Clint cooked breakfast, he offered you a cup of coffee. 

Usually, you’d never turn one down. And always had it at full strength. 

Only, for the last couple of weeks, Sam hadn’t seen you with a coffee or even a beer on a Friday night. He also hadn’t seen you in the sparring ring for a while. Typically, you’d usually be against him or Clint and within seconds, you had them on the ground. That was a tactic neither of them could figure out. 

“Are you on a cleanse or something?”

“Why?” 

Clint looked over his shoulder to you, only to see your eyes focused on Sam. 

“Because you haven’t been drinking coffee or any kind of alcohol or caffeine.” Sam said before letting out a chuckle to himself as he poured himself a coffee. “Either that or you’re pregnant.”

Silence settled over the room and the moment you and Clint locked eyes, having a telepathic 

conversation between one another…Sam noticed. 

Confusion was the first thing he felt. Why on earth would you and Clint look at one another like you had a secret? 

“What? What is it?”

Clint tilted his head quickly. It was up to you. 

You nodded and turned back to Sam. 

“Actually…”

Sam put his coffee down and stepped back. “Wait, you’re…?”

“Pregnant.”

“Holy- Oh my - Holy shit.” Sam broke out in a smile before rounding the kitchen island and hugging you. “Holy shit, you’re actually- wow. Wait, who’s the-”

Then when Clint came behind you, laying a plate of food in front of you, and you looked at him, Sam took another step back. “Oh my God.”

“No-one else knows so, please, can you keep this to yourself for now?” You asked. “We’re still trying to figure out how to tell people.”

“I didn’t even know you two were, like, a thing.”

“Technically, we weren’t.”

“But you’re having a kid together?”

You nodded. “But, please, Sam, keep this to yourself for now.”

“Keep what to himself?” Bucky entered the kitchen. 

“Nothing.” Sam answered walking back to his coffee. 

Bucky, with narrowed eyes, made his way around the kitchen. His eyes barely left Sam. “Oh, come on, you can’t keep a secret to save your life.”

“I can.”

“Not with me. Took you all of five minutes to tell me that Jessica from accounting is having twins.” Bucky said before he saw a bead of sweat drip down the back of Sam’s neck as his eyes widened for a split second before looking at you. “Oh, my God. You’re pregnant.”

“How did you-”

“Told you. He can’t keep a secret from me. Also, you haven’t drunk a single ounce of coffee in, like, four weeks. So, it’s either that or you’re on a cleanse. And you would never give up coffee voluntarily.”

“Well, if you know everything, Einstein,” Sam turned to Bucky. “Who’s the dad?”

“Barton.”

You dropped your fork, finishing your mouthful before looking to Bucky with the expression of Oh, for God’s sake. How? Meanwhile, Sam seemed slightly offended and confused at the fact Bucky seemed to have the whole thing figured out. 

“What? She’s wearing his shirt.” 

You looked down and realised it was true. How had you not even noticed?

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone. But, you should tell people soon or else they’re gonna figure it out. Also, you might want to add more ginger to your meals.” Bucky added. “It’ll help with the morning sickness.”

“How the hell do you know all of this?” 

Bucky shrugged, sipping his own coffee. “I had to help a woman give birth in a small town in Germany. When I came back, I figured it was more likely to happen so I read a couple books. I can lend them to you, if you want.”

It was safe to say you, Clint and Sam were more confused over Bucky’s hidden history as a midwife than your and Clint’s relationship and baby. 

“So, when’s your first scan?”

“Okay, this conversation’s too weird for me. Can we please change the subject?”

“Can we see the pictures when you do?” Sam asked. “I wanna see a picture of my nephew or niece. I call ‘favourite uncle’.”

“Who says you get it?” 

“I do.” Sam told Bucky. “We all know Nat’s gonna have first dibs at Aunt. I call Uncle.”

“What about me? Or Steve?”

“Steve’s everyone’s Grandpa. He gets that title.”

Whilst the two idiots in front of you argued over the title of ‘favourite uncle’ before eventually coming to the decision that the kid will decide, Clint had come behind you, taking your empty plate from you. 

“What do you say we make a run for it? Someone will find them and ask them what they’re arguing about. Let them tell the rest of the team.”

“Sounds like a plan.” Slipping yourself from the stand, you felt Clint take your hand in his before you both made a run for it out of the kitchen, down the hall and into Clint’s bedroom. 

Miraculously, you both managed to shower and get dressed, packing a small bag before making a run for it and not being stopped or called by anyone. 

Clint drove you both out of town for a couple of hours to a small town clinic. They were small enough to know that they were away from Shield’s radar as well as the Avengers. And, with barely any people in the waiting room, there were no people trying to report news over why you and Hawkeye were in a maternity ward. 

The doctor called your name and you and Clint headed inside where you lay on the bed and began asking questions about your health and when you think you got pregnant before covering the lower half of your stomach in cold gel and began the ultrasound. 

“One thing I will say is that you have to be careful. I understand the professions you two are in, but where you can, rest. Try not to lift anything heavy over your head as it can strain your lower back,” the doctor gave you both some more advice before they moved to find the baby’s heartbeat. 

“See this, right here?” you and Clint looked at the monitor. “That’s your baby and this…” a small galloping sound from the speakers. “is your baby’s heartbeat.”

As one hand lay below your head, your other was in Clint’s hand. Swiftly, he brought your hand to his lips, kissing your knuckle as you both watched the monitor and listened to the sound of your baby’s heartbeat. 

“Oh, my God.” It brought tears to both of your eyes. 

“I’ll get you some pictures printed off.”

“Thank you, Doc.”

“Clint,” his eyes didn’t leave the monitor until you looked at him. “That’s our baby.”

“That’s our baby.” Clint smiled back before leaning in and pressing a quick kiss to your lips before laying his arm around you, both of you looking at the monitor. 

The doctor handed you some paper towels to wipe the gel from your stomach before leaving the room for a moment to grab a couple of information pamphlets and other small things that would help you and Clint on your journey. 

By the time you got back into the car, you and Clint simply looked at the photos you had been given. From the pile, Clint tore one away and placed it in his sun visor.

The rest of the day, you and Clint drove around the small town, taking in a couple of the sights, eating at their ‘Number One Diner’ before hitting a couple of smaller stores, buying a couple of baby things. Thankfully, anyone that you ran into didn’t seem to have a clue who you or Clint were. Either that, or they simply didn’t care. That made it a lot easier to buy baby clothes and books. 

And, by the time the sun was setting over the horizon, you and Clint sat on the hood of his car, your laps covered by a checked blanket and a soda in your lap, Clint’s phone rang. 

“Who is it?”

“Nat.”

The moment Clint answered, Natasha was already speaking. 

“You’re having a baby and you left the members of Sesame Street to tell me?”

Clint turned to you, “They’ve blabbed.”

“Wow. Took longer than I thought.” You said, looking at your watch. 

“Is she with you?” Natasha asked. 

“Yeah.”

“Good, tell her I’m mad at her, too.” 

“Nat said she’s mad at you.”

“She’s mad at you, too.”

“Guess we’re gonna have to find someone else to be this kid’s favourite Aunt.”

“Whoa, hey-”

“Guess we could ask Wanda?” you suggested. “Or maybe your Rookie?”

“Kate? Really?” Clint asked. “She is the closest in age to the kid. What about-”

“Hey, hey! Do not give my title away! I did not fight to save your life to have my title of favourite Aunt thrown to some Rookie.”

“You like Kate.”

“Besides the point.” Natasha brushed off. “That title stays with me.”

“What do you think? Should we let her?”

“Is she still mad at us?”

“I don’t think she can be if we give her the title.”

“Okay then,” you smiled before taking a sip of your soda. “You only get the title if you’re not mad at us.”

“Fine, hold on a sec,” in the background you heard Nat shout for Steve. “Rogers, be mad at Barton for me.”

“He threatened to take away your title?” you and Clint heard Steve laugh before the phone was passed to him. 

“Maybe.”

“Hey Clint.” Steve said. “Congrats, man. We’re all really happy for the two of you.”

“Thanks. That means a lot.”

“Just a word of warning, though.” Steve began. “Tony’s already started clearing a space out in the compound for a nursery so if you two thought you’d be moving out, I don’t think Tony will let you leave.”

“Thanks for the warning.”

“What is it?” you asked Clint. 

“You know how we talked about finding a house?” you nodded. “That’s not gonna happen.”

“Tony?”

“Yep.”

You smiled with a small chuckle. “Figures.”

Steve hung up soon after that, leaving you and Clint in your own little world for a while to watch the stars and moon settle over the land.

Over the next couple of weeks, time was spent between telling Shield and HR about what was going on and getting ready for what was to come. Hill gave you both a grilling but, off the record, she was happy for the both of you. Fury had done the same thing, fully expecting an invite to the baby shower. You had also been assigned to desk duty and advising from over Skype. 

Clint could see you were getting agitated so he pulled a couple strings to get you into teaching the new recruits. It wouldn’t be a job that would put you into danger and it would keep you busy just enough for you not to be completely bored. 

The nights you spent by Clint’s side. Each night you’d both ready a couple of the parenting books you’d bought from the small town outside the city or what Bucky had gifted. 

Neither of you had really talked about what your status was together. The nurses at the hospital had referred to Clint as your husband, something neither of you had corrected. Not that you had noticed initially. 

Even the team had questioned it at certain points, but never when you were together. 

So, as you sat beside one another, reading over the books that spoke about ‘mom’ and ‘dad’, Clint turned to you. 

“What are we?”

“I don’t know.”

“Me either.”

“Are we even meant to be something?”

“Well, we’re co-parents, right?”

“Yeah.”

A silence settled over you both for a moment before you placed a hand on your belly and spoke before looking at Clint. “We can do this, right? Be parents together?”

“Of course we can.”

“Then why do I feel so out of my depth?” you asked. 

Clint sat up, pulling you with him. “Hey, look at me. We can do this.”

“What if we screw up, Clint?”

Wiping away the small tears from your eyes, Clint gave you a smile. “Then it means we’re parents. They all screw up, right? But, if we can’t do something, we’ll just send the kid to one of their aunts or uncles. This kid has got a big family. At least we can give the jobs of Birds and the Bees to someone else.”

You laughed. “Like Nat?”

“I love her, but probably not.”

You laughed again, wiping away the tears from your eyes, your emotions coming back into check. “Yeah, probably not. We should keep Bucky off that list, too.”

“Agreed.” Clint nodded. “What about Pepper?”

“We should probably tag team her with someone. She’s a strong woman but this kid is half you, half me. If it’s not awkward to begin with, it will be eventually.”

“That’s true.”

You and Clint shared a laugh as he took your hands in his, keeping his eyes on you before he moved closer and kissed your lips. He brushed the hair from your face, your hand coming to his wrist. For a moment, he thought you were about to push him away, but instead you brought him closer. 

The months passed with pain and pleasure. 

The further you got into your pregnancy, the more the nights became restless and the pain spread across your body. However, the only thing that seemed to remain pleasurable was being able to make a start on the nursery and the fact that your morning sickness had worn off. But also, having Clint by your side, knowing you weren’t alone in your fear or excitement…that made it all a little easier. 

Natasha, with the aid of Bucky and Sam - who she sent on errands to keep them out of her way - planned the baby shower where you and Clint found out the gender of your baby and learned that Fury, Clint, Sam (by default as he and Bucky flipped a coin for which gender they guessed), Wanda and Yelena were the only ones to guess correctly. 

A baby girl. 

The moment the pink powder released from the target as Clint shot a single arrow to its centre, everyone erupted in cheers and shouts of enjoyment. 

Yelena and Sam rubbed their success in Kate and Bucky’s face, respectfully, whilst Hill handed Fury 20 bucks and Clint came to find you, hugging you tightly from behind and you looked with joy to the pink powder. 

“We’re having a girl.”

“We’re having a girl,” you confirmed with a smile. 

Eventually, your due date came…and passed. 

You were already on maternity leave, so your days passed slower than usual. Clint would come in and check on you at lunch and on his breaks. 

Your days were spent in uncomfortable pain, watching crappy movies and tv shows. Sometimes, someone from the team would come and sit with you and Sam and Bucky had taken a liking to Bake Off - it led to them sitting in the kitchen, baking sweet treats for you to try until you declared a winner. 

But, one afternoon, sitting outside with a book resting on your pregnant belly, watching the trainees run their drills on the ground, Steve came and joined you outside. 

“How are you doing, Momma?” 

You smiled as Steve stepped from the sliding door and sat at the end of where your feet were propped up on the sofa. 

“Eh,”

“That bad?”

You sighed, sitting up a little higher. “I love this kid, but I just want her out already. Come out, please.”

Steve chuckled as you held your belly and yelled in the hopes she’d hear you. 

She just kicked back. 

“As stubborn as her dad.”

“She’ll be here soon,” Steve smiled. “And you and Clint will have your hands full.”

“Can’t wait.” you said. “I like being busy. This,” you motioned around you, “I don’t like it.”

You and Steve sat and chatted for a while longer, mostly about the missions coming up and the books you had been reading. He’d leant you a couple which you had managed to finish in four days. 

But then…

You hissed in pain, holding your belly. 

“Whoa, you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m fine, just uncomfortable.”

Then the pain came again. “Ow, okay, no. That hurt. Ow!”

Steve sat up quickly, helping you as carefully as he could. “Come on, you need to get to the hospital.”

“I guess she heard me.” 

Steve laughed, and so did you - which only brought some more pain. 

“Clint, I need to call him.”

“I’ll call him on the way to the hospital.”

“He’s on the other side of town-”

Steve helped you inside, “He’ll get there. I promise.”

Then Bucky and Sam came around the corner. “Hey, are you okay?”

“She’s going into labour. Do you know where Clint put your hospital bag?”

“Bedroom, under the bed.” you told Steve who then gave the instructions to Sam and Bucky. 

“I’ll get the bag,” Sam shouted, running right before Bucky ran left. 

“I’ll bring the car around.”

“Steve, I’m scared.”

“I know, but you’re gonna be okay.”

Steve gave you a kind smile that reassured you of his promise. 

By the time you got downstairs, Sam and Bucky were rushing around like two headless chickens. Bucky hopped out of the driver’s seat and ran to the otherside, pulling the door open. Steve helped you inside before taking the keys from Bucky. 

“One of you needs to go and pick Clint up. Buck, take the bike.”

“On it.”

“Sam, go and find Natasha.” Steve commanded. “Let her and the others know what’s happening.”

“Steve!” 

“Okay, go.”

Steve jumped into the driver's seat before pulling out of the driveway and towards the hospital. On the way, he pressed a couple of buttons on the monitor inside the car, calling Clint. 

“Clint, listen to me, Bucky’s on his way to you.” Steve explained. 

“Is everything okay?”

“I’m going into labour! Ow, crap.”

“Oh, shit.”

“We’re on our way to the hospital now, just meet us there.”

“Okay,”

In the background, you heard the roaring of Bucky’s motorbike. He had to have driven through multiple red lights. 

“He’s here now. Honey? It’s gonna be okay.”

“Just get here, please. I’m not doing this without you. Argh, fuck.”

“I’ll be there.”

“Clint!” Bucky shouted. 

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.” you replied. “Just get here.”

“Clint we’re pulling in now,”

“Okay, I’m on my way.”

“Barton!”

As you were rolled into the labour suite, Steve kept watch for Clint before he came barrelling around the corner, not fully aware of where he was going. 

“Barton!”

Clint followed Steve’s voice in a circle until he finally spotted him and ran down the hall to your room. 

“How is she? Is she okay? Is the baby okay? What did the nurses say? Is everything-”

Steve took Clint by his shoulders. “Everything’s okay. They’ve just broken her waters so she’ll be giving birth soon enough. I’ll keep the others out here.”

“Thanks, and thank you, Steve.”

“No need,” Steve smiled. “Now go to her.”

Clint gave a final smile before entering the room and rushing over to you. And you couldn’t have held him tighter. 

“I’m scared, Clint.” you told him as the midwife came in and told you you were ready to give birth. 

“I know, baby. So am I, but you’ve got this, okay? Hey, look at me.” you looked at him as he held onto your hand. “You’ve got this. I love you,”

“I love you, too.”

It was only now that you realised today, of all days, was the first time you’d both told one another the truth of your feelings towards each other. 

Clint pressed a kiss to your lips. “Stay with me?”

He nodded. “Always.”

“Okay, dad, help her up.” the midwife called your name. “When I tell you to push, give me all the strength you can muster, okay?”

You hummed nervously. Maybe you were wrong. Maybe you wanted her to stay inside, for a little while longer. 

Clint held your hand the whole way through, pushing the stray hairs from your face and holding his arm across your back for support as you pushed and pushed and pushed until finally a cry rang out throughout the room. 

“You did it, mom. A beautiful baby girl.”

“You hear that?” Clint looked at you, smiling as he pushed the last couple of hairs from your face. “You did it, momma. She’s here.”

“She’s here? Is she okay?”

Clint looked over to the nurses and midwives measuring, cleaning and weighing your baby girl. “Yeah, yeah. They’re just cleaning her off.”

Clint had tears in his eyes as he looked back at you, pressing a kiss to your head and your lips. “You did it.”

Moments later, you were handed your baby girl wrapped in the blanket you and Clint had bought her all the way back when you had your first scan. 

Feeling her skin against yours, you felt your heart explode. 

Clint didn’t leave either of your sides once, looking down to his baby girl and the love of his life. 

“I love you, and I love her.”

“She’s so small.” 

A few hours later, you and Clint were sitting in a clean hospital bed, your baby girl in his arms as she slept. 

Wanda was the first to enter, Sam and Kate quickly followed behind before Bucky, Natasha and Steve followed suit. 

“Hey, can we come in?”

“Yeah, come on in, guys.”

“Hey, honey, how you feeling?” Wanda asked you, walking over. 

“Tired.”

“Can I see her?”

Clint carefully handed your daughter over to Wanda where Sam and Bucky stood around her. “She’s beautiful.” was the main repeated comment between the three of them. “And strong, too.”

“She gets that from her mom,” Clint smiled at you before looking towards Kate. 

“I brought you a couple things,” Kate told both you and Clint. “Figured everyone will be thinking about the baby, they’ll forget about you - and you’d probably forget about yourselves. So, your usual from Benny’s.” You praised Kate as a saint as she handed you the familiar paper bag. “Plus, a bag filled with every post-birth thing you could possibly need. Wendy has a Nurse-friend who has had, like, a gazillion kids, so she knows all the tricks of the trade.”

You smiled, hugging Kate. “Thank you.”

“Oh, and, Clint,” Kate handed him. “This is more for the baby, but I figured you could hold onto it for her until she grows up.”

Inside was a kid’s bow and arrow with an old, small carving in the top. 

K.B

And then underneath it, 

E.B

“Figured it should be passed down to the next generation of Hawkeyes,” 

Clint tried his best to keep his emotions in check as he smiled at the meaning of this gift. 

The bow and arrow that had once belonged to Kate now belonged to his daughter and when she was old enough, she could learn to shoot just like her dad. 

“Thank you, Kate. Really. This means…a lot.”

You rubbed your hand over his forearm before taking his hand in yours. 

After an hour, and lots of pictures, everyone else headed home and you and Clint were left with you baby girl, fast asleep in the hospital cot. 

“Our very own baby Hawkeye.” you smiled, leaning on Clint’s chest as his hand rested on the side of the cot, his eyes only leaving his daughter to look at you. 

“I never thought I could be this scared and happy at the same time.”

“Ditto.”

“We can do this, right?” Clint asked you. 

“She’s here now, we don’t have much of a choice.”

Clint chuckled and looked back at his daughter. “True. God, I can’t believe she’s here.”

“I know,” you smiled. 

Clint kissed the top of your head, holding you closer before looking at you. “I love you.”

You looked up to him and nodded. “I love you, too.”

Leaning down, he pressed a soft kiss to your lips before leaning his head against yours. 

“I know this is nearly 2 years, too late, but…do you want to get dinner with me tomorrow?”

You chuckled, smiling. “I’d love to.”

“Great, I’ll meet you here, 6 o’clock, Benny’s included? I’ll be the one sitting beside you.” 

Laying your arm over his stomach and leaning in closer, still smiling, you replied; “I can’t wait.”

Smiling, you could hear the thrill come from Clint’s heart inside his chest before he placed another kiss on your head and you both kept your eyes on your daughter. 

Your baby Hawkeye, Evelyn Natasha Barton.

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Hi love! I don't know if you still take requests, but looking at your MASH content and I forgot how much I fell in love with this series. If possible, with the Hurt/ Comfort Alphabet, I was thinking Nightmare x Unable to Breath for Hawkeye. Reader had succumbed to a bad case of pneumonia and is having to stay in Post- OP to gain some antibiotics via IV. With Hawkeye taking the night shift, he hears reader mumbling and stirring in her cot as she has a horrible nightmare. He wakes her up which startles her and throws her into a slight panic which makes it hard for her to breath from the sickness and the panic. Hope you're having an amazing day/night!

Hey, Mer! I will never not love and want to write for this series, these men *deep sigh of longing* I absolutely love everything about this show. I hope you enjoy!

Warning: Description of nightmare, pneumonia symptoms, panic attack, struggling for breath

"No. No! Leave me alone!"

"Hey, easy, easy,"

"No," you bolted upright, finding yourself tangled in the arms of Hawkeye. The demon in your dream vanished, replaced by the recuperating soldiers lying in the cots around you in post op.

Hawkeye was there, his blue eyes worried as he held you upright and brushed the sweaty hair from your face. "Easy, it's okay. You're safe, it's okay,"

You looked into his eyes, seeking his stability. You were sweaty and shaking all over, and the congestion was making it hard to breathe. You had been brought to post op for antibiotics after a common cold had mutated into pneumonia. The past couple days had been a haze of pain killers and fever. dreams, usually involving demons. It was hard to breathe when you were calm, but now it felt impossible.

"H-Hawk," you rasped, gripping his arms. "Can't, I can't,"

"Look at me, sweetheart. Just look at me." Hawkeye took deep breaths that you tried to copy. "Slow down, just focus on breathing."

You nodded, panic easing as your breathing began to slow. The nightmare left you weak and exhausted. You leaned over, resting your head against Hawkeye's shoulder. "I love you."

The words slipped out, unfiltered, a result of your illness and the warm, overwhelming safety you felt in his arms.

"I love you too." Hawkeye pressed a kiss to your forehead. "Just rest now."

Fanfic Masterlist

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Not Your Hero

Pairing: Kate x Fem!Reader

Summary: Kate gets too wrapped up in her hero life and stops contributing to her relationship with you, you don't think you can stay with her anymore.

Warnings: angst without a happy ending, fighting, mention of depression, blood, injuries.

945 words

/ masterlist / / k.b masterlist /

"...That newest Avenger, Kate Bishop, is just incredible! Have you seen that video of her shooting that bow? She's insane."

You sighed softly and closed the book you had resting in your lap. You had decided to go to the library after Kate had cancelled another date night to distract yourself from the anger and sadness you felt. Though everywhere you went, Kate is always mentioned.

You left the library quickly, knowing that tears would form in your eyes. You loved Kate so much and it hurt that she put her work over you. You just wanted her to give you the love and affection that she used to give.

You hadn't driven your car to the library because you needed fresh air so you started to walk back to your and Kate's apartment (though it was really turning into your apartment with Kate's absence)

When you arrived at the apartment, your heart skipped a beat. Kate's car was parked out the front. You hadn't physically spoken to Kate in a week and you weren't mentally prepared to see her.

You went to unlock the door with your keys but froze. The door was already opened and had blood smeared on the handle.

You quickly ran into the apartment, "Kate?" Your voice was full of panic and stress. How hurt was she? Could she be dead?

The horrible thoughts started to crowd in your head.

The further you stepped into the apartment, the more blood you saw. It was smeared on the walls, it was on the floor. It was everywhere.

"Jesus fucking christ, Kate. Where are you?"

A loud slam came from the kitchen.

You ran into the kitchen and gasped at the sight of a shirtless Kate leaning against the counter with blood dripping from a massive gash across her stomach.

"Kate, what the actual fuck!" You yelled, making Kate jump in fear.

"I'm sorry, Y/n. I know there is a lot of blood and I promise I'll clean it up after this." Kate hissed out, her face full of pain.

You shook your head and grabbed the first aid kit from under the sink. You didn't know anything about first aid so you handed the kit to Kate.

"Do you want to explain to me why our house is covered in your blood?" You demanded. You honestly felt like screaming at Kate. The anger of her leaving you constantly and now the house being covered in blood was pushing you over the edge.

"It doesn't matter-"

"It fucking matters, Kate. I haven't seen you in a week and I come back home to you being covered in blood!"

"I know, I know! I'm sorry but I had this mission Clint needed me to go on and it went sideways." Kate let out a soft grunt when she pressed on her wound in the wrong way.

"Of course, it's from your work. Kate, do you ever think before you go on missions? Or do you just jump into them without ever thinking how your death would affect people if you died?" You didn't hold back your tears this time. You wanted Kate to see how destroyed she made you feel.

"I do think of that, Y/n," Kate argued. She had cleaned up all the blood and was working on stopping the blood from flowing out.

"Do you though?"

Kate glanced up at you, her eyes were shimmering with unshed tears. You couldn't bring yourself to pity her though. She had hurt you so much and it was her time to hurt as well.

"No- You know what? I can't do this, Kate. We're done." You turned around and started walking towards your shared bedroom with Kate.

When you slammed the door shut behind you, memories that you made with Kate in this room started to come back.

You remember when Kate got some sticky, glow-in-the-dark stars and stuck them to the roof. You remember feeling annoyed because it would leave a sticky feeling but then melted when you saw what Kate had set up.

She had put a bunch of blankets and pillows on your bed, creating a relaxing, fluffy spot to sit. She had a galaxy light pointed towards the roof, creating a space look.

You two had cuddled together and spoken about random stuff for hours. It was one of your favourite memories.

When you were just about done packing all your clothes, Kate slowly opened the door. She had her hand over her stomach and was limping.

"Please don't leave me, Y/n. I need you," Kate whimpered, leaning against the door for extra support.

You scoffed, "You need me now? Yeah, well I needed you months ago when I was doing my big exams and you weren't there for that. I also needed you when I was depressed, yet you weren't there for that either."

"I'm sorry-"

"You aren't sorry, don't pull that bullshit with me." You turned your back to Kate and continued packing, anger flowing through your bones.

"We can work through this! It's just a little bump in our relationship." Kate exclaimed, "My mom knows a person who does couple-"

"Stop it, Kate." You yelled. You were sick of her trying to bargain your relationship and you were sick of her voice.

"I love you

You slammed your suitcase shut and quickly walked past Kate. You couldn't even look at her. You have no idea what Kate was yelling out to you as you left and honestly, you didn't want to know.

All you knew was that an incredible amount of weight had been lifted off your shoulders as you drove away from Kate.

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Wrong Room

Pairing: Clint Barton/Reader (gender neutral) Summary: A night out with Natasha leads to you not remember how you got in a certain Avenger’s bed Warnings: drinking, black out drunk Word count: 1764 A/N: If you saw this get posted last week, no you didn’t. (I deleted it cause there was literally no interaction so please give this some love if you see it)

You knew that taking shots so late in the night was probably not your smartest idea. You were already quite drunk but Natasha suggested shots and suddenly you had done 3 back to back and you immediately knew you’d regret it in the morning but  that was future you’s problem.

It was so rare that you had the chance to fully let loose so you were both taking full advantage of the opportunity. You were back on the dance floor with Nat, somehow you had another drink in your hand and you were having a great time.

It wasn’t much longer that Natasha told you she was heading out, you didn’t miss her dragging out the cute girl she had been flirting with all night. You rolled your eyes happily at your friend and decided to make your own way home. There was no one at the bar that you had wanted to go home with so you figured your bed was the next best thing.

You managed to hail a cab easily and gave them your address. The night shift of security guards chuckled at you as you struggled to make your way to the elevators. You did, however, notice one turn off the cameras so that Tony wouldn’t be able to use the video against you later. You would have to remember and bring them a fruit basket. Though you had a feeling that you wouldn’t be fully remembering tonight.

You finally made it into the elevator and quickly clicked your floor before bending down to unstrap your shoes. You were sick of wearing them and this would get you one step closer to being able to crawl in bed.

You made your way into the kitchen. Setting your shoes on the counter, you knew it was slightly gross, but you would make sure to wipe the counter down in the morning. You made yourself a glass of water, somewhere in the back of your mind, you had thought about the fact that you definitely hadn’t left any dishes in your sink and yet they were piling quite high in the sink, however you decided that your weren’t exactly in the right state of mind and that would be something to worry about in the morning.  You finished one glass of water before filling it up again and heading into the bedroom.

You were too tired and too drunk to bother turning on the light. You knew the layout enough to not worry too much about running into anything. You set the glass down on the nightstand before stripping off your clothes from the night. You were tired but there was no way you would be sleeping in such an  uncomfortable outfit.  You quickly went over to the dresser and pulled out the t-shirt that was on top.. You were happy to realize you managed to pull out an oversized one, perfect for sleeping in. You were sure it was probably one that you have stolen from Clint.

You finally made your way into bed and fell asleep almost as soon as your head hit the pillow.

Had you taken longer to fall asleep you might have noticed that there was another body in the bed you had crawled into. You also might have felt them as they instinctively reached for you in their sleep and that they had quickly wrapped you in their arms.

~~

You woke up slowly, feeling foggy and disgusting. You had a massive headache, you felt like you were going to vomit at any moment and you were sweating. The last thing might have had something to do with the warm weight you felt behind you. It took you a minute to register that it was another person that was currently clinging to you.

You immediately stiffened, trying to recall the night before, but the last thing you could recall was Nat declaring that you were doing shots. You groaned as you mentally cursed her for convincing you that you could keep up with her drinking.

As you looked at your surroundings you were confused as you recognized the room. It wasn’t yours but it was also clearly one in the tower. It suddenly hit you like a ton of bricks. You were in Clint’s room. You found yourself holding your breath as you slowing turned your head to confirm that you were in fact being held by the archer.

“Fuck” You muttered as you tried to think of how to get out of this situation. You also were trying to rake your brain for the ending to your night. Clint had declined the invitation to come out, so you were trying to decide how you ended up in his bed. You also had no way of knowing what had happened and if you had finally made your feelings known to Clint but couldn’t remember it, you would never forgive yourself. Nor would Clint ever let you live that down.

But speaking of that, had you come to Clint in such a state as you were obviously in last night, there was no way he would let anything happen. You had to hold out hope that you had just made your way here drunk and Clint just allowed you to cuddle with him. It wasn’t like you had never shared a bed with him, but usually you were in more clothes.

You realized then that you were only in your underwear and what looked like his shirt, not helping clarify what had happened last night. You had also noticed that he wasn’t wearing a shirt when you had quickly peaked over your shoulder.

You were trying to decide what to do, whether you should quietly slip out of his room and try and pretend like nothing had happened or if you should stay and talk to him to figure it out.

You didn’t get a chance to make a decision as you suddenly felt him stirring. A low groan escaped his lips as he slightly stretched beside you. “Good morning,” he quietly mumbled.

It wasn’t even a millisecond after that, that you were suddenly pushed out of the bed with a quick force as Clint let out a blood curdling scream. You weren’t sure what his reaction would be, but that had not occurred to you.

“Ow” You groaned as you sat up from your new position on the floor.

“What the fuck!” Clint exclaimed. “How- wait, y/n?”

You were left even more confused. Maybe he had decided to come out and you were both drunk.

“Yep, it’s me you just pushed out of your bed.” You sighed, “I was hoping you could explain what happened last night but that seems like it won’t be the case.”

There was an awkward pause, which you realized was because Clint was trying to read your lips. You sighed before quickly signing what you had just said so he didn’t have to try and guess. You added ‘I guess you must have decided to drink after all’ at the end.

“No.” Clint replied with a perplexed look on his face. He quickly turning to his nightstand to grab his hearing aids and put them in before continuing his thought. You finally forced yourself to move from your spot on the floor and sat down on the edge of the bed. You were still feeling shitty because of the hangover you had known you would be dealing with today.

“I didn’t drink anything last night besides coffee. I watched a few episodes of ______ before going to bed. Last I had heard from you, you had sent a rather incoherent text, something about shots and Natasha.” Clint explained his knowledge of the night.

“That’s where my memory gets hazy. I recall Nat ordering a few rounds of shots and that’s about the last thing I remember from last night. Then I woke up here, in your shirt apparently. I thought maybe- never mind, I wasn't sure what happened and then you threw me out of your bed which was only more confusing.” You explained your own account of the night.

“Wait you thought we-“ Clint looked at you with shock

“No, no, but also I couldn’t figure out why I was in your bed with nothing but your shirt on.” At that comment, Clint’s eyes drifted down to the shirt in questions. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t notice the way his eyes lingered on where the hem of the shirt was laying.

“You sound almost disappointed that we didn’t” Clint says with a cocky smile spreading across his face.

You rolled your eyes at him. “No I’d much rather remember that”

“Oh well if that’s your concern, no need to worry, if we had there would be no way you’d be forgetting it anytime soon.” His smile only grew at your admission. Truth be told, that second half had meant to stay in your head but apparently you still weren’t thinking clearly.

“Cocky much?” You chuckled at him. Moving to start picking up your clothes that you were finding thrown throughout the room.

“I am. I might make you forget your own name, but you wouldn’t be forgetting the experience.” He said in a low voice. You noticed he had stepped directly in front of you as you stood up from retrieving an article of your clothes from the floor.

You wanted to say something snarky in return but as you met Clint’s eyes, the words fell from your throat. You found your throat dry and yourself at a loss for words.

“Clint, I-“ You started but were quickly stopped as he took another step towards you. His gaze moved to your lips before he leaned in until his lips were ghosting over your own. He was giving you all the time in the world to pull away, to say that you didn’t want this but that was the last thing you planned to do.

You reached up, placing your hands of either side of his neck, before snaking them around his neck, interlacing your fingers through his hair and you closed the distance between you.

“What do you say we make what you thought happened last night a reality,” Clint suggested with a smile as you finally pulled away.

“I think that sounds like a great idea,” You smiled back “But I would really like a shower first”

“Don’t you worry, you’ll be needing one when I am done with you,” He smirked before pulling you into another heated kiss and leading you back towards the bed.

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I just love drawing Clint :)

Prints will be available here

[ynscrazylife]

hc for being kate bishop's sister?

Being Kate Bishop’s Younger Sister Would Include . . .

As Kate’s younger sister (and her being a superhero), she’d be very protective over you

And she’d totally want to teach you to use a bow and arrow and how to fence

The two of you fought like sisters would, but Kate always looked out for you

Even while she was at college, the two of you were constantly texting and FaceTiming

You also thought that her trick with the bell tower was cool

You hated going to the galas as much as Kate did

As kids, the two of you would frequently sneak off somewhere and get into trouble

Your dad found it amusing but your mom? Not so much

This gala was no different. You definitely approved of Kate’s suit and the two of you stuck together

When Kate found out about your mom’s engagement to Jack, you were as surprised and as pissed as she was

When you guys found Lucky, you begged Kate to take the dog home with her. She had her own apartment while you were stuck at home

“Y/N, do you really think that I’m going to be able to take care of a dog?” / “. . . Good point. You’re a disaster.” / “Hey!” (Kate ended up taking the dog anyway, but still)

When she got into the whole mess with the Ronin suit, Kate was very reluctant to involve you

Clint took a liking to you, though. He and you were constantly teaming up on Kate

The main reason you wanted to get involved with Kate and Clint’s business? You could hardly stand staying with your mom and Jack (He’s trying. Failing, but trying)

After Kate and Clint escaped after being kidnapped, she finally allowed you to help (mostly to patch them up)

You were just excited to be working with an Avenger

Clint became fond of the two of you, you reminded him of his own children

Yelena also took a liking to you, she didn’t want you to get in harm’s way even though she got into fights with Clint and Kate

You ended up attending the final gala with Clint and Kate and you served as a look-out/fed information to them

When the fighting broke out, Kate was definitely frazzled, as she wanted to watch out for you but she also had a job to do. She ultimately had to trust that you could take care of yourself

Yelena ended up saving you from some of the Tracksuit Mafia, to which Kate was grateful for

You reminded Yelena of herself and how she was as a little sister to Natasha

You were very shocked to find out the truth about your mom and you and Kate helped each other through it

It involved lots of hugging, crying, sometimes screaming, and move nights

Kate gives the best hugs. You can fight me on that

Her hugs are tight tho but you’re used to not being able to breathe when she hugs you so it’s okay

(You wished you had a camera for the look on Yelena’s face when Kate hugged her)

She’s always been the most fun person to hang out with

She can make anything fun, even chores and studying

Like, the girl will procrastinate all her own schoolwork but when it comes to you? She’ll do anything to help you and make it enjoyable

Though she definitely makes sure you’re taking breaks and will enlist Yelena or Clint to help her if you’re stubborn

There’s been multiple times where Clint has had to throw you over his shoulder while Kate hides your notebooks just so you’ll take a break

Ice skating with Kate is very fun too but if you’re holding onto her and she falls, she is definitely bringing you down with her

She drags you to see the Rockefeller Christmas tree every year, no matter how cold it is

Trust me, she’ll give you loads of blankets and not cocoa as a reward

Kate’s also convinced that Lucky loves you more than her

Lucky is your favorite. You don’t come over to her house for her anymore, only him

The two of you are inseparable

Kate also definitely takes you along with her to the Barton family Christmas

The two of you bounce ideas back-and-forth for different code names for her

TONS OF SNOWBALL FIGHTS

Kate can take it to the extreme sometimes

And snow men

And snow angels

There is no limit at all

She will force you to watch Frosty the Snowman and Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer

All in all though, Kate is the best big sister

She takes her job as one very seriously

[vibraniumarm06-bucket]

It's Hard To Think With You Around

Summary: Drabble - Clint catches you on the phone with Steve and his jealous side is released.

Pairing: Clint Barton x Reader

C.B Masterlist || Main Masterlist

“Who was that?” Clint’s voice spooked you as you didn’t realise he was home yet. “Who was what?” You quip back, your heart beating fast hoping he doesn’t ruin the surprise you had begun to plan for him. 

“The man’s voice on the phone” Clint spits out jealousy laced into his tone. You close your eyes trying to calm yourself instead of jumping onto Clint. Somehow seeing him jealous was absolutely sexy to you. “And don’t play dumb,” he says as he walks around the couch kneeling in front of you, giving you no room to escape. You bite your lip trying to hide your nerves, you see his eyes following the movement and have to swallow hard to stop the butterflies moving around in your stomach. 

“It was Steve,” You say softly not looking him in the eyes. If you did you would spill the surprise and the team would be upset with you. “Aw come on Sugar, you know I know it was Steve, what did he want?” He asks leaning forward, cupping your chin and tilting it slightly. “Look at me baby, I wanna see your eyes as you speak to me, I know when you lie” . You gulp again as you meet his stare. His warm breath against you, his hand cupping your jaw and his other hand on your thigh rubbing it gently made it hard to think. 

“It was nothing important” You manage to get out. Clint tsks softly “Then why was he calling if it was nothing, Sugar?” . You whimper softly as he spreads your thighs pushing his body closer to yours, his hand moving from your jaw to your neck. “Don’t lie to me, baby girl” his voice sent shivers down your spine and you couldn’t help the whine that came out. Why was it so hard to form sentences when he was like this with you? 

You look up at the ceiling as if the team were there and whisper a mental prayer saying how sorry you are for the words that are about to slip your lips. “Surprise party. Your birthday” You say looking him straight in the eyes and seeing them darken. A smile bursts across his face “That’s a good girl, thought I would have to go up against a super soldier for a minute”. You shake your head slightly “No one makes me feel the way you do. When you touch me, my mind is gone” You mumble blushing as you admit this to him. “I know, Sugar. You just crumble under my touch. Now be a good girl for me okay?”. You look up at him and nod your head, a huge smile breaking out across your face. “ Always for you”.

[flightlessangelwings]

Kinktober Day 10- Drunk Sex

Clint Barton x fem!reader (no use of y/n)

Word Count- 1.2k

Warnings- smut (18+ only), reader wears a dress, pining, clumsy sex

Notes- I always imagine comic book Clint whenever I write him, and writing silly drunken sex with him was a lot of fun! List provided by the lovely @the-purity-pen​!

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You and Clint giggled into each other as you kissed sloppily and stumbled together down the hallway. Alcohol coursed through both your systems after another one of Tony’s parties where you both indulged a little too much. But, it was fine, you trusted Clint to still take care of you even when you were less than sober. And Clint still had enough of his wits about him to guide you home.. Especially after you both shared a look across the room…

All it took was one look, one glimmer in your eye and Clint dropped everything and made his way to your side. You were unsteady on your feet, but you still knew exactly what you wanted: him. You bit your lip as you scanned him up and down, admiring the way he looked when he dressed up a little.

And Clint thought the same about you in that dress you wore, so he leaned in close and murmured in your ear, “Wanna get out of here?”

“Yes,” you breathed.

That was how you found yourself pinned against the doorway of Clint’s apartment, your lips desperately chasing his in a heated kiss. While your tongues tangled together in a clumsy dance, he reached into his pocket for his keys. Inebriated by the alcohol, Clint had a harder time than usual finding his keys.

“Damn keys,” he cursed under his breath. 

You laughed against his lips, “Having trouble, Barton?” you teased.

He growled as he dug into his pocket deeper until he found what he was looking for, “Got it!” he exclaimed cheerfully.

“Good boy,” you smirked, and the fiery look he gave you made you clench your thighs together.

In a flash, you found yourself in his apartment, on your back, with him on top of you. But you weren’t going to complain at all. You welcomed him into your space and pulled Clint down by the collar of his shirt for another heated kiss. You moaned into his mouth as you savored a mix of liquor and his own taste on your tongue while you hastily unbuttoned his shirt.

“Fuck,” you hissed under your breath as you had trouble removing his shirt.

“Not so easy now is it?” Clint teased you right back.

You gritted your teeth together and finally ripped open his shirt. His eyes went wide as buttons flew everywhere and suddenly his chest was exposed. Both of you stayed still for a moment as you realized that in your drunken haste, you just destroyed what was most likely Clint’s nicest shirt. You gasped as you opened your mouth to apologize, but he stopped you.

“That was so fucking hot,” he murmured before he took your lips again, this time even more desperately. 

He swallowed the moan you let out as his hands dipped underneath your dress and grinned against you when you bucked your hips into his touch. Clint rolled up your dress to expose your panties and he broke away from the kiss for a moment to admire you underneath him. Under your dress, you wore thigh highs and the sexiest panties Clint had ever seen. And paired with the glazed over look on your face, Clint felt his cock twitch in his pants. 

“Clint… Please…” you begged as your mind swam. The room felt like it was spinning, but in the best way possible.

Before he continued, something in his brain caught up with him, and Clint cupped your face before he asked, “Are you sure? You haven’t had too much to drink?”

You let out a deep breath as you stared into his eyes, “You know Tony always has the strongest booze… But I’m sure. I’m totally sure,” you bucked your hips against his as both of you let out soft moans, “Please Clint.”

He wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol or the way you begged for him, but Clint couldn’t hold himself back any longer. He whispered your name before he captured your lips once more and fumbled with the zipper of his pants. You clawed at his back as you pushed his open shirt off his shoulders while he freed his cock.

You broke away from the kiss for a moment to admire him above you, and the sight took your breath away. Clint stocked himself as his cheeks glowed red and sweat lined his brow. He looked down at you with the same admiration that you held in your eyes, and both of you instantly knew that it wasn’t just the alcohol that fueled your passions.

“Fuck me, Barton,” you purred as you reached for him and parted your legs more.

He exhaled sharply as a smirk graced his face. As Clint’s vision momentarily blurred, he hooked his fingers on your panties and pulled them aside, and he groaned when he saw how wet you were.

“Fuck,” he whispered as he lined himself up with your entrance and slowly pushed in.

Matched gasps from both of you escaped your lips as Clint slid his cock into your pussy. You threw your head back and wrapped your arms around his shoulders as he stretched you out inch by inch. Curses and moans filled the room as Clint filled you. 

Too needy for more, Clint couldn’t hold back and he immediately pounded into you with everything he had. You screamed in pleasure as your mind swam in the bliss that was his cock and the alcohol that ran through your system. It made you more aware, more sensitive, but it also added to the sensations of him fucking you, and it drove you absolutely wild.

He grunted as he thrust into you over and over again, clinging to you just as much as you clung to him. Clint moaned your name as the room continued to spin while he fucked you, but he didn’t care. It felt like the entire world was out of focus except for you, and at that moment, you were all that mattered to Clint anyway. He snaked a hand between your bodies to rub at your clit, and he growled when you let out a loud scream.

“Clint… Fuck… I’m…”

“Me too…” he groaned as he pumped himself into you harder and faster.

It took just a few more thrusts of his cock for you both to fall apart at the same time. Screams and grunts and groans filled the room as you and Clint came together. Neither of you had felt pleasure like that before, and you were both so lost in each other that neither of you noticed that you were slipping off the couch.

Just as you both reached your highs, you both suddenly came crashing down as you and Clint slid off the couch and crashed onto the floor. Clint wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close as you both hit the ground hard.

“Awww floor,” Clint grumbled before he snapped to your attention, “Hey, hey, are you ok?” he asked with worry.

But he immediately relaxed when you burst out into laughter, “Perfectly fuckin fine,” you replied as you nuzzled into him.

Clint joined your laughter and held you close. He was sure he would feel these aches tomorrow when he was sober, but for now he just wanted to keep you against him. And you were perfectly content to stay in his arms on the floor just the way you were.

[vilentia]

Two Worlds Embrace

Clint Barton x reader

The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm orange glow over the tranquil scene as you sat on the porch swing, gently swaying back and forth. Clint Barton, the man you loved, joined you, his eyes reflecting the fading light. You had been together for three beautiful years, but the past still lingered between you.

As the two of you held hands, the soft breeze whispered through the trees, carrying a mix of emotions. You remembered the day you had met Clint, when the weight of the Blip still burdened his soul. He had lost his family, and you had been his solace during those dark times. But now, a new chapter was about to unfold.

The sound of a car approaching interrupted the peaceful silence, and your heart skipped a beat. A mix of anticipation and anxiety coursed through your veins as you stood up, tightening your grip on Clint's hand. The car door opened, and there they were—the family Clint had lost five years ago.

Tears welled up in Clint's eyes as he saw his wife, Laura, step out, followed by his children. You felt a pang of insecurity, fearing that the rekindled presence of his family would make him question your place in his life.

Clint turned to you, his gaze filled with a mix of emotions. "Y/N, I... I don't know what to say," he whispered, his voice trembling.

You gave him a reassuring smile, squeezing his hand gently. "Clint, they're your family. It's okay to be overwhelmed. Just remember, I'll always be here for you, no matter what happens."

As his family approached, Clint's grip on your hand tightened, his knuckles turning white. Laura embraced him, tears streaming down her face, and his children rushed into his arms. The reunion was bittersweet, a blend of joy and grief.

Days turned into weeks, and Clint found himself torn between his love for you and the deep bond he shared with his family. He spent every waking moment trying to find a balance, but it seemed impossible. Your insecurities grew with each passing day, and you couldn't help but wonder if you were just a temporary placeholder until his family returned.

One evening, after a particularly emotionally taxing day, Clint sought you out. His face was etched with lines of weariness, his eyes filled with an unspoken conflict. He took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts.

"Y/N, I need to talk to you," he began, his voice tinged with sadness. "These past few weeks have been overwhelming, and I've been torn between the love I have for my family and the love I have for you."

Your heart sank, and you held your breath, preparing for the words you feared would come next.

"But," Clint continued, his gaze locking with yours, "I can't deny the profound impact you've had on my life. You've been my anchor, my source of strength when I had lost everything. I don't want to let go of what we have."

Relief washed over you, but a trace of uncertainty remained. "Clint, what does that mean for us? What about your family?"

Clint's eyes softened as he reached for your hands, his touch gentle and reassuring. "I don't have all the answers, but I know that I want you in my life. We can navigate this together. I want to build a future with you, but I also want to reconnect with my family. It won't be easy, and it won't happen overnight, but I want to try."

The weight of his words lifted a burden from your shoulders, and a glimmer of hope ignited within you. Love had a way of persevering, even in the face of challenges.

With tears pooling in your eyes, you nodded, your voice filled with emotion. "Clint, I love you, and I want to fight for us. Let's take this one step at a time, supporting each other through it all."

Clint's smile was tender, filled with a mixture of gratitude and determination. "I promise, Y/N, I will do everything in my power to make this work. Our love is worth fighting for."

In that moment, you both knew that the road ahead wouldn't be easy, but the love you shared was strong enough to withstand any obstacle. With renewed commitment and an unyielding bond, you embraced the uncertainties of the future, ready to navigate the complexities of Clint's rekindled family ties while cherishing the love you had found in each other.

As time passed, Clint's family began to notice the significant role you played in his life. Laura, his wife, observed the way Clint's smile brightened whenever he was with you. His children, though initially confused, saw the genuine happiness you brought to their father's eyes.

One day, during a family gathering, Laura approached you, her eyes filled with kindness and understanding. "Y/N, I want to thank you for being there for Clint when he needed someone the most. I can see how much he cares about you."

You smiled, grateful for her understanding. "Laura, I care about him too. I want what's best for Clint and your family."

She nodded, a small smile gracing her lips. "I believe that you bring him a different kind of happiness, a new chapter in his life. I hope you'll continue to be there for him, just as he'll be there for us."

Clint's children, witnessing their mother's acceptance, gradually warmed up to you as well. They saw the love and support you offered their father, and in time, they began to consider you a significant part of their lives too.

While there were moments of adjustment and occasional insecurities, Clint's family slowly came to accept the depth of his feelings for you and the importance of your place in his life. It wasn't an easy journey, but love had a way of bridging gaps and healing wounds.

In the end, Clint's family and your relationship with him found a delicate equilibrium. They understood that your love wasn't a threat to their bond; it was a new connection that brought happiness to their beloved father and husband. And as the days turned into years, you continued to navigate the complexities together, creating a blended family rooted in love, understanding, and mutual respect.

[shewhohangsoutincemeteries]

to ashes, ultimatum

Clint Barton x F!Reader

To Ashes, Chapter Thirty-Four

Chapter Summary: it's time for you and clint to face the music. and each other.

Warnings: angst, fluff.

Word Count: 2,718

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Days Since the Decimation: Three Years, Sixty-Four Days

Early afternoon sunlight urged your eyelids to part, and you woke reluctantly, cocooned comfortably in the sheets. Your body ached pleasantly as you stirred, and heat rose in your cheeks as the night before came back to you. Squeezing your thighs together briefly, you finally opened your eyes properly. The warmth in your face increased as your gaze focused on the expanse of Clint’s thigh, the tanned skin only interrupted by the dark cotton of his boxer briefs.

He was sitting up against the headboard, his chest still bare, his hand wrapped around the coffee cup balanced on the thigh closest to you. The scent of it teased at your sleep-addled senses, and you groaned softly. His gaze had been fixed blankly across the room, a furrow between his brows, but at your stirring he turned his attention towards you.

“You’re awake.”

“Looks that way,” you mumbled, your voice rough from the night before.

It was so worn after what you’d done only hours ago, and the memory of your eyes rolling back as Clint’s mouth had found the side of your neck made butterflies rise in your stomach. His mouth on your throat had meant that he’d felt your moan build before it even escaped you, and his teeth had grazed over your pulse point. Even then, the sound had been hoarse, torn and desperate as his hands had tightened on your waist and his cock had filled you again.

You cleared your throat in an attempt to both improve your voice and draw your own attention back from what you’d done the night before. “…And you’re still here.”

You regretted the words as soon as you said them, but a self-deprecating smirk touched Clint’s lips. “Yeah.”

Face still tucked against the pillow, you nodded towards the mug in his hand. “Is there any more of that?”

“Behind you.”

You rubbed at your eye, holding the sheet against your chest as you rolled over to find another mug sitting on the bedside table. Smiling, you pushed yourself up as you picked it up, leaning on your elbow as you turned back to him and took a grateful sip.

And immediately grimaced. “It’s cold.”

“Yep,” he replied simply, taking your cup and setting both his and yours on the table on his side of the bed. “But it was a nice gesture about half an hour ago.”

You breathed a quiet laugh through your nose, playing with the edge of the blanket as you lay back against the pillows again. Somehow, despite his attention being in his lap, the light of day had you feeling much more exposed than before. “So, uh… how long exactly have you been awake?”

Clint shrugged a shoulder noncommittedly. His hair was still mussed – from sleep and the way you’d carded your fingers through it – and you swallowed as you noticed the red lines marking his shoulders and arms. “A while.”

“Clint.” you said guardedly. “Did you get any sleep?”

“Hmm? Yeah.” he nodded distractedly. His tone sounded light but you could hear the way he forced it. His hand moved towards you for a moment as though he was about to touch yours reassuringly, but it returned to his lap. Clint’s voice dropped further, and the tired note in his tone had nothing to do with how much sleep he’d missed. “Yeah. ‘Course I did.”

You sighed heavily at his tone, sitting up and turning your back to him. “Right.”

“Y/N.”

“I’m not doing this again, Clint.” you said, shaking your head and turning your eyes to the ceiling. “I can’t do this again.”

“I…” Clint pushed himself up straighter against the headboard, his brow furrowed as he searched for a response.

You pressed your lips together, closing your eyes as you forced back the nerves climbing in your chest. Your tone turned gentle but firm. “I know what you’re going through, Barton. I know it’s something I… that I can’t even pretend to understand. And while I’m here for you, I really, truly am… I can’t do this.”

You picked up the first shirt within reach – his – and pulled it over your head before turning around to face him. The worn, thin cotton did next to nothing to build your confidence, but it was easier to get the words out while not completely naked. Still, you felt goosebumps rise on your exposed skin as you met his eye.

God, you’d left a hickey on the side of his neck.

“I can’t be doing… this—” you gestured to the mess of sheets between you. “—with someone when they’re not here with me.”

There was something unreadable in his eyes. “I am—”

“You’re not, though.” you said, resigned. “You’re really not.”

He stopped, swallowing as his eyes fell towards the mattress. When you’d turned to face him, you’d leaned on your hand, your fingers curled in the sheets a few inches from his own. Maybe you saw his hand move forward… maybe… but you stood, stepping back away from the bed before his hand could make contact with yours.

You met his eyes, teeth digging into your bottom lip. His shirt barely brushed against your thighs, a scare inch or so of thin fabric protecting your modesty. You really should have waited to have this conversation until after you’d put on pants. “Yeah, maybe you stayed this time, but… did you really want to?”

Clint’s gaze remained on his hand, and you sighed, rounding the bed towards the bathroom.

“I did.”

You stopped mid-step, folding your arms around your middle.

“I…” Clint exhaled. “I wanted to… I want…”

You heard him shift on the mattress, and you turned around as he swung his legs off the side of it. He ran a hand through his hair, fingers fisting in at the nape of his neck for a moment before his hand fell back to his lap.

“I felt… I feel guilty. Being with you.” he explained, his voice quiet. He waved a hand back towards the sheets. “Being with you like this. It’s like I’m… betraying Laura.”

“Clint…” you couldn’t bring yourself to say the rest of the sentence.

She’s gone.

“I know,” he said, swallowing thickly. You watched his adam’s apple bob in his throat. “I know she’s… but it’s not just that it feels like cheating, it’s…” he met your eye again, and you almost broke in your resolve. “When I’m with you… when I’m close to you, I… I don’t feel so bad.”

“And that’s…?”

“It’s wrong, Y/N.” he sighed, his gaze falling again. Like looking at you was… tempting? Painful? “And I can’t feel that way. I can’t forget them like that.”

You closed your eyes and exhaled slowly before moving towards him again. Kneeling in front of him, you forced him to meet your eye again You wanted to touch his cheek, but you felt your hand shake. Instead, you reached out to where his hands were clasped tightly together in his lap, covering them both with your palm.

“I understand, Clint.” you said softly. “I do. But I can’t keep doing this if all it is is a moment of weakness for you. I can’t be something you regret.”

“…Are you leaving?”

You shook your head, withdrawing your hand. “No. I’m not leaving. But I’m taking this – what we did, what we’ve been doing – off the table. I’m putting distance back between us. No more blurred lines – it’s confusing for both of us. If you can find a way for you to…” you stood, taking a step back. “Until you can let yourself feel whatever you’re feeling for me without… I’ll keep my distance, okay?”

There was a long moment between you as your words sunk in, but finally, Clint nodded.

“Okay.” you forced a small smile onto your face. “I’m going… I need a shower. Don’t disappear, okay?”

He nodded again, and you could feel his eyes on you as you finally retreated to the safety of the adjacent room.

As soon as the door was closed, you leaned back against it, closing your eyes. This was the right decision. It was. But a very loud part of you was screaming at you to turn around and tell him that you were taking it back.

The mirror hung on the wall opposite you, and your gaze lingered on the litany of evidence of your night together. The mussed hair, the light pattern of bruises on the side of your neck that continued down beneath his shirt. His shirt…

“Fuck…” you muttered to yourself, pulling it off and tossing it aside. Your eyes caught the mark he’d left on the swell of your left breast and you turned away, slamming the handle for hot water as far as it would go.

This was the right decision.

Right?

***

The tension in the apartment was heavy when you’d finally pulled yourself away from the shower’s scalding spray, but Clint had mercifully vacated your bedroom by the time you’d come back out. You’d tried to pull on the first clothes you could find, wincing as the burn on your back pulled against your skin. You should have asked Clint to re-dress it, but apparently, you’d used up all your confidence before you’d showered. So, instead you’d spent twenty minutes haphazardly taping a new patch of gauze over the burn with your back to the mirror and found a tank top that was cut low enough the back to not snag any of the tape you might not have reached to push down against your skin.

You’d tried to ignore the clothes still scattered across the carpet in your room, ignore the scent of sex still clinging to the mess of sheets. You stripped them from the mattress, tossing them into the corner and sat down, taking a shuddering breath.

Well… fuck.

You’d given him an ultimatum.

Just how quickly was it going to come around and bite you in the ass?

You’d left the apartment with the claim that you needed to pick up more supplies; Clint had nodded, his back to you as he poured himself a fresh cup of coffee. “Okay.”

That had been four hours ago, and all you had to show for your time gone was a paltry bag of medical supplies and a couple of sandwiches from a nearby gas station. Sighing heavily, you unlocked the door, the hooks of expectation digging deeper into your flesh as you were suddenly sure that you’d find him gone.

Again.

The apartment was much in the same state in which you’d left it, and you felt something in you release as you saw Clint’s gear still propped up near the kitchen counter. Your shoulders loosened, and you ran a hand through your hair. He was still here.

You barely made it a few more steps before a noise suddenly came from behind the wood of his bedroom door; the muffled sound of something shattering and a pained groan. The bag fell from your fingertips immediately, and you summoned a sphere of psychokinetic energy to burn against the palm of your hand.

“Clint?”

Your voice came too softly, and you cleared your throat as you approached his door, the energy in your hand swelling to the size of a baseball.

“Clint?”

“Y/N…” the response was quiet and strained, a low groan, and anxiety sunk its talons further between your ribs. Sparks danced down over your wrist, your other hand clutching the door handle and pushing it slowly open.

The room was dim, curtains drawn against what was left of the early evening light; your eyes adjusted quickly, and you released the energy with a sigh despite the worry still knitting your brow. Clint was in bed, sheets tangled around his legs and a lamp broken on the hardwood floor beside him, a casualty from the bedside table.

He whimpered, turning in his sleep, his brow furrowed and his hand fisting in the sheet. Frowning, you hurried to his side, reaching out to touch his shoulder as he rolled towards you.

“Clin—”

You broke off suddenly as Clint’s eyes snapped open, his hand grabbing your outstretched arm by the wrist in a painfully tight grip. His other hand moved so quickly you barely saw it, a knife clutched in his fist. You reacted in the same moment, a shield expanding in front of your chest just before the tip of the blade could meet your throat.

Clint blinked, the remnants of sleep slowly clearing from his eyes. The two of you stayed frozen in that tableau, the blue light of your shield casting shadows over the two of you as though you were suspended in water. The archer swallowed heavily, his grip on your wrist easing incrementally.

“Clint?” you repeated softly, twisting your wrist in his hand to touch gentle fingers to his arm. The sensation seemed to bring him back to the surface, drag himself out of where ever his mind had taken him, and you reduced the shield as the knife was lowered back to the mattress. “You with me?”

He nodded slowly, finally releasing your wrist. A dull ache thrummed through it, but you ignored it, kneeling beside the bed and reaching out to carefully ease the knife out of his hand. He let you, his fingers warm against your own before you set the blade on the bedside table.

“You were dreaming,” you explained softly, watching him run a hand through his hair, propping himself up on his other arm. “I didn’t… I didn’t know you were still having dreams like that.”

“Yeah…” he muttered; his voice rough. “It’s easier to keep them to myself when we’re not sharing a Winnebago.”

You frowned, hesitating a moment before reaching up to smooth your hand over his cheek. Clint’s eyes closed briefly at the touch. His hand moved upward, as though to cover yours, but it retreated, curling in the sheets.

“What can I do?”

Clint shook his head, pulling away from your touch. “’m fine.”

“I’m starting to think we should get that tattooed on our foreheads,” you muttered to yourself, noticing the corner of Clint’s lips twitch into a momentary smile. It was tiny, then it was gone. “How much sleep did you actually get last night, Clint?”

He cleared his throat, rubbing his hand over his bare chest. “I don’t know… a couple of hours, maybe.”

You frowned, studying his face, the shadows under his eyes.

“Move over.”

His expression unreadable, Clint did as you asked, pushing himself back on the mattress to make space for you. You straightened, toeing off your boots and shrugging off your jacket before lowering yourself onto the mattress beside him. The bedframe creaked softly under the new weight, and Clint watched you with a kind of careful curiosity as you tried to find a position to settle in.

You finally came to rest stretched out on your side beside him, your face pressed against the pillow. You tried to ignore the way the bed smelled of him. Clint didn’t need to ask what you intended, but he hesitated before moving to mirror your position. He watched your expression with those clever eyes for a long, weighted moment before he moved, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you closer. Warmth rose in your cheeks as he settled his head against your chest, his arm moving down to instead wind around your thighs, banding just below the curve of your backside. His fingers curled against the small of your back. You wrapped an arm around him, trying not to let your mind linger on the warmth of his skin beneath your hand.

“Doesn’t this… what we’re doing right now…” Clint began quietly, as though unwilling to continue the sentence. The warmth of his breath tickled against the base of your throat. “…Doesn’t this violate the whole ‘distance’ rule you put in this morning?”

Your other hand rose to run fingers through his hair carefully, fingertips grazing the nape of his neck. He sighed under your touch. “Will this help you?”

He nodded; his face still buried against your chest. “Yeah… Yeah, it will.”

You swallowed, forcing yourself to close your eyes and relax. “Then it’s okay.”

.

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AN: I know I'm a heartless bitch, but I promise they're not done with each other yet.

[ithebookhoarder]

Hi! I was wondering if you could something where the reader is clint’s daughter and dating kate bishop? clint doesn’t know until kate takes him there to stay safe from the tracksuits. thanks!

Never meet your heroes (Kate Bishop x Barton!Reader)

A/N: Just so you know, I have changed the timeline a tiny bit for this episode (episode 2), so Kate doesn’t go back to the apartment straight away after the auction, but oh well… I'm sure you'll forgive me. ❤️ I loved writing this one so much!

Masterlist:

Y/N [8:45 PM]: Hey. So. Show was awful Calling it quits before 2nd act starts. Gonna grab dinner and head to yours after. Hope you have fun tonight… can’t wait to see you again. I’ll bring egg rolls!

Kate 🏹 [8:47 PM]: 😋 You’re amazing - did you know that? Have fun and wish me luck 🤞

Y/N [8:48 PM]: Good luck! And try not to start anything with Armaund. Not in the mood to bail you out tonight 😆

Kate 🏹 [8:49 PM]: … no promises …

Y/N [8:50 PM]: 🙄 You’re lucky you’re cute

Kate 🏹 [8:50 PM]: 😉

Y/N [10:14 PM]: Just got back - let myself in with the key. How’s party going? Hope you’re hungry btw. Brought wayyyy too many egg rolls, and some leftovers the owners gave us. 

You stared at your phone as you watched the message send. 

On one hand you knew it was probably pointless to text your girlfriend, given that she was due home any minute - or so the clock in the kitchen kept telling you. Still, part of you felt odd being in Kate’s apartment alone, with only leftover egg rolls for company. The place felt oddly empty without her in it, and sure… you were being sappy, but in all honesty you were missing her. 

It was your last night together, until after the holidays were over and you were back at school together. You couldn’t wait to sit by the weird looking Christmas tree you’d insisted she erect and open the presents you’d both brought. It was a mini Christmas before you both separated to spend the actual day with your families.  

Still, you couldn’t exactly be mad when you’d been the one to tell Kate to go to her mom’s company holiday party. You’d had plans of your own tonight, and were meant to be home later than you’d ended up being. It hadn’t made sense for Kate to simply sit around in the apartment waiting for you. Not when this party meant a lot to her mom - so you’d told her to go, that you could meet up after and spend the night together before you met up with your family in the morning. 

After all, you knew things were strained between Kate and her mom and tonight would be a good gesture to help make things better between them. Then again, most parents would be pretty pissed if their child destroyed a historic college relic, in the pursuit of a bet… It was only natural that her mom was mad - hell your parents would have been too, if they’d found out your part in the whole scheme that resulted in the collapse of the bell tower. 

Thankfully, Kate - the saint that she was - had insisted she take the fall for you and your other conspirators. As she put it: ‘she had enough money to get herself out of it’. Even if it was true it had felt a bit wrong to let her go ahead with her martyrdom, but that was your girlfriend; she was stubborn and loyal and there was no convincing her otherwise once she dug her heels in. 

Ah, Kate Bishop… you’d never met anyone like her. 

It had been a hectic whirlwind of a relationship since you’d met, back during your first few weeks at college.

In some ways, it had been fate drawing you two together, what with you both being the only two new students having signed up to the archery team’s trial day. It was rare enough that there were colleges that actually had the sport hosted, let alone that there would be new students as keen as you to try out… and that they’d be half as good too - and given the fact you’d been trained by Hawkeye himself, that was saying something. 

Speaking of your dad, however, you knew Kate admired him - scratch that, idolised him. However, you were used to giving people a false last name out of habit; it was your parent’s way of keeping you safe and distanced from everything, especially after the whole HYDRA incident had seen most of SHIELD’s intelligence splashed across the internet for anyone to see. All it took was one click and some decent wifi for people to figure out that the name Barton tied you to an Avenger. 

So, you couldn’t exactly be blamed for not being 100% honest with Kate about who you really were. 

As she’d stuck her hand out that first day and introduced herself, you’d taken it, and replied with your own name. 

“Y/N. Y/N L/N.”

So you’d used your Mom’s maiden name. It wasn’t a big deal at first, given that you were team mates, and then friends quickly after. But when you finally made the move into girlfriend territory… well, you’d be lying if you didn’t say you felt incredibly guilty. 

You kept meaning to tell her, but the longer things went on the weirder and more awkward the idea became. How did one tell their girlfriend that they’d lied about their identity? And that their childhood hero - who they raved about on a daily basis - was the same man who potty trained you? 

Like it or not, you’d dug yourself a hole - one you’d spent the last few weeks trying to plan a way out of. 

You were still digging when Kate used the bell tower incident as an excuse to ask you to come spend a week or so with her at her place - away from dorm mates, angry parents, and all the other distractions that came with college life. Here, in this apartment, you were in a safe bubble. 

At first, the idea of a week in New York seemed perfect given that your dad had talked about taking you and your siblings to the city for a couple days, so that you could finally use the tickets he’d been sent for the new broadway show - Rodgers: The Musical. You could meet up with them, see the show, and then fly home for the holidays as planned. 

On the other hand, it also meant you had a chance to finally come clean to Kate - especially given how honest she’d been about everything in her life at the moment. Being alone together, for a week, meant you didn’t have an excuse… well, you said that yet here you were, the night before you were meant to fly home, looking for a strong bottle of tequila to down before Kate got home and you decided to drop that little nugget of information. 

“Damn it.” 

You sighed. 

You reached into the cupboard to retrieve one of the two glasses that sat in Kate’s apartment, before making yourself comfy on the couch, your rapidly cooling egg rolls in hand. Pulling the cork from the top of the bottle, you helped yourself to a slightly generous shot of the only liquor you’d been able to find. 

The familiar burn was comforting as you downed it. 

“Could have used one of these earlier,” you muttered, reaching to pour another one. “Show seemed to last forever.” 

It really had - who knew a musical about the Avengers could be so painful to sit through? Then again, you knew it wasn’t entirely down the cheesy lyrics or irritatingly catchy tunes. No. Your dad’s sudden deterioration at the entrance of the actress portraying Natasha was indicative of the sudden nausea you had also felt at seeing your aunt’s likeness singing and dancing about… your palms had gone sweaty, and it took all the strength you had to make your shaking legs co-operate as you’d risen from your seat and hurried after him. 

To be honest, you’d been grateful to have an excuse to leave. 

You shot your brothers and sister a look as you ushered them out of the theatre, and after your dad. 

You didn’t even have to ask to know they weren’t ok… neither was your dad. After all, you felt the loss aching from within, and you’d known her a fraction of time compared to him. Hell, Aunt Nat had been family and there were some wounds time wouldn’t heal, or at least, not completely. 

Until then, you had egg rolls, tequila, and a girlfriend to help fill the void inside. 

Speaking of, your dad (and siblings) had naturally been curious about your relationship. They’d basically spent most of dinner badgering you about her, and even as you’d hailed a taxi to take you back to hers for the night. 

Standing on the street, the icy night air nipping at you all, you’d thought you’d be safe from the interrogation even for a moment. The fact you dad had chosen to stand there, rather than back inside the warm restaurant, said he was more than intrigued - and still as protective as he’d always been. There was no way in hell he’d let you stand outside on your own, even if you were now 22. 

“I’m just saying, if you don’t let us meet her soon, your brother and sisters are going to think she’s fake.”

“A fake girlfriend? Seriously?” 

Your dad shrugged, mischief clear in his eyes. “Can you blame them? Even your mom and I are starting to think you’ve gone a little loopy, in that dorm room, all by yourself, imaging a girlfriend to keep you company - ”

“Dad!”

“What?”

“You’re ridiculous.”

“And yet you love me,” he grinned, knowing it was all too true. 

Your smile gave it away, even if you were doing your best to look mock-angry at his line of questioning. At this rate, it was going to be a long couple of weeks. 

“I’m only asking. When do I get to meet this ‘very real’ girlfriend of yours, huh?” 

“Dad,” you whined, hating the fact that you were a fully grown adult that still blushed when her parents talked about your love life. “We’ve only been going out a little while and I don’t want to rush it, you know. Maybe next time? After Spring break?” 

And after I tell her who you are, you added mentally. 

“You said that before, honey,” he teased. “I just want to meet the girl you’ve spent your entire college experience raving about, that’s all. Shoot me. I’m your dad. It’s my job to be annoying and curious.” 

“Yeah, yeah.”

“Besides, we both know eventually your mom will just end up finding her on Facebook or something and have the poor kid over for dinner anyway. You know what she’s like.”

“I’ll tell her you said that.” 

“And after I brought you Chinese food?” He gasped theatrically, laughing as you rolled your eyes. “Such a traitor, jeez.” 

It was then that a cab finally noticed your hand sticking out in the road, and pulled up at the kerb. 

“Saved by the cab.” 

“You can run but you can’t hide for long, child of mine,” he teased, pulling you in to one last hug. It didn’t matter how old you got, he still would always see you as his baby, and you were honestly ok with that - as long as you got his hugs. They were pretty special. “So, we’ll meet you tomorrow morning? At the hotel?” 

“You got it.” 

He pressed a kiss to your forehead before reaching over to open the cab door. “Great. Love you.” 

“Love you too,” you echoed as you slid in and closed the door behind you. You shot him a final wave as you gave the driver the address and pulled away into the steady flow of traffic. 

And now you were here. Alone in Kate’s apartment. Waiting… watching the clock… 

Y/N [11:25 PM]: What time did you say you’d be back again? xx Thought you said 10:30? Is everything ok?

Y/N [11:27 PM]: OK. KATE. SAW NEWS. WTF. YOU OK?

Y/N [11:27 PM]: Ninjas? Really? At a holiday party?! I can’t even with this city anymore 

Y/N [11:28 PM]: Seriously Kate. You good? Call me, please. I’m worried about you.

It was probably an hour after your last text that you finally heard the door opening below. Worried sick, you’d curled yourself up in Kate’s bed, staring at your phone and waiting for some kind of signal that your girlfriend was alright. 

It was safe to say the tequila was mostly gone, as were the egg rolls - stupid stress eating, a trait you’d inherited from your father, of all people. 

Still, you had never felt relief like it before when you heard the door open and voices echoing up from below. It was probably why you were too busy to notice the fact that there were voices - plural - and not just Kate’s. 

Instead, you were too busy tossing back the covers and running down the stairs to see for yourself whether she was in one piece or not. 

“Oh thank god!” 

“Y/N? That you?”

“Katherine Bishop! You asshole. You had me worried sick. I swear to god, the next time you go to a hijacked holiday party and don’t answer your god damned phone I’ll-”

However, you’d barely made it off the bottom step when you saw that she wasn’t alone. 

Oh no. 

Dressed in an outfit that was horrifyingly familiar, she had somehow managed to bring home two extra guests. One canine and the other the very last person you’d ever have expected to come through the door… 

“Dad?”

The word was off your lips before you could fully understand what was happening, or who exactly it was standing in front of you in your girlfriend’s apartment. 

How much tequila had you drunk again? You had to be hallucinating. 

“Dad?” Kate repeated blankly, dropping her rucksack in surprise. “What-? Did you-? Dad?”

“Y/n?” 

“Dad, what are you doing here?” 

“That was about to be my question, young lady.” 

“Oh my god.”

“I’m sorry. Can we circle back to the part where you just called him dad?” 

The whole thing was a tangled chorus of questions and pointed fingers as you all stared back and forth between the four of you. Well, the dog didn’t so much point as whine and tilt his head, but the meaning was pretty much the same. 

What was happening here?

“I’m at my girlfriend’s apartment - like I said I’d be,” you finally stammered, feeling oddly defensive. Then again, that was probably due to the fact you were wearing one of her oversized sweatshirts, and not much else. Thank god it came down to your knees. “This is Kate. Kate my girlfriend, so what the hell are you doing here? And where have you been?”

You skipped Kate’s shock, putting a pin in it for the more pressing matter at hand. Sure, you hurried over and pressed a hasty kiss against her cheek, relieved she was back and in one piece. However, there were bigger issues to handle first - including the dog who was currently licking at your hand. 

That and the fact Kate was wearing your dad’s Ronin suit - something you never thought you’d see again. 

“Wait. Kate? As in, your Kate?”

At that, Kate smirked, looking both amused and offended all at once. “Your Kate? Aw… that’s cute, but um, I’m me. Kate. My Kate. As in, me is Kate. I belong to myself.” 

“Getting that, Tarzan.”

“Dad!” you groaned. 

This night couldn’t get any more awkward. 

How had it gone from Kate spending the evening at a company Christmas holiday party, to this? 

No no no. This wasn’t happening. Not like this… You’d had this day planned out in your head. When you’d finally got around to introducing Kate to your parents you had pictured it involving dinner at your house, sunshine, beers, you wearing pants - and Kate already knowing the biggest secret you’d been keeping. 

Fuck. 

“Uh, ok. Wow. Can we just - rewind here,” Kate choked, a bewildered look on her face. “I - You - sorry. Y/N? You said your last name was L/N. Not Barton. As in Y/N L/N, not Y/N ‘my dad is an avenger Barton’.” 

Double fuck. 

“It’s uh… technically, it’s my my mom’s maiden name,” you stammered. “My legal name on paperwork at school is Barton, but I go by L/N most of the time so people don’t put two and two together, you know? It’s habit and I didn’t think anything of it when we first met but then things got complicated between us, and I didn’t know how to bring it up.” 

“Bring it up? That your dad is an avenger? You didn’t think of slipping that in a conversation?”

“I didn’t want people to treat me differently.”

“So, Instead, you just let me ramble on and on like an idiot about how much I admired him and about my parents-“

“I know,” you whined, feeling yourself turning an ungodly shade of red. “I was going to tell you Kate, tonight in fact. I would have told you this week but things were just so great between us and I didn’t want to mess it up by telling you I’d lied to you.” 

“Well, hate to break it to you, but the cat’s out of the bag now.” 

“Dog, actually,” your dad chimed, as the puppy woofed loudly - as if on cue. He clearly objected to being excluded from the conversation. “And I’m sorry, but this little domestic drama you two have got going on here is going to have to wait until Miss Bishop gives me what I came for and explains what the hell happened back there tonight.” 

So she was now Miss Bishop? Yikes. That sounded even more strange coming from his mouth than you’d expected, and that was saying something. 

Why did you feel like a five year old who’d been caught with her hand in the cookie jar? You hadn’t technically done anything wrong here - not to your dad, that was. Kate was a whole other issue, as was the secret that you knew she would be grilling you over for the rest of the night, if she didn’t kick you out and break up with your first, that was. 

Given how this was going so far, you couldn’t be sure that wouldn’t be the outcome. 

“What? The suit?” Kate finally managed to ask, staring down at the ninja-like attire she was wearing. “Oh… sure… right. One second.” 

She shot you a look before nodding. 

“I’ll be right back…” 

With that, she turned and began to disappear up the stairs, muttering all the while to herself about the fact Hawkeye was in her apartment. THE Hawkeye… and that you, her girlfriend, were Hawkeye’s daughter … 

You were never going to live this down. 

“Where did you get the suit?” your dad asked, somehow knowing it was best to break the ice and handle one issue at a time. The look he gave you was very much his ‘we’ll talk more about this later’ look. You knew it well from your more rebellious days a kid. 

“From a black market auction.” 

Kate’s answer stumped you. Screw your conversation with your dad, it seemed you and Kate had a lot to talk about later too. “Excuse me?”

“You bought it?” 

“Nah, not exactly,” Kate continued. 

“So what did you do in this suit?” 

“I beat some guys up. Saved the dog. A little light B&E.” 

Your dad groaned. “Jesus.” 

At least that explained the dog. That didn’t explain how Kate had found a black market auction, or got herself into so much trouble in the span of six hours. Then again, this was Kate, she often had a way of surprising you and sniffing out trouble. 

First the bell tower, now this… yeah, no wonder your dad looked rightly concerned by everything. “A 22 year old vigilante? Shouldn’t you be in school?” 

You winced. “Funny you should ask…”

Thankfully, your dad didn’t hear you. Instead, he was distracted by Kate scurrying back down the stairs, suit in one hand, bow in the other. She also had snagged you a pair of sweats, which you gratefully took and slid on, ignoring the way your dad’s eyes hastily focused on Kate and away from you changing. 

This felt like a conversation you needed pants for. 

“So, now that I’ve answered all of your questions, I have so many for you - both of you - starting with, can you sign this?”

You laughed. 

You couldn’t help it. Good lord. Of course she asked - no wonder you loved this goofball. After everything, this was what she chose to ask first. Not how you could keep this from her? Or how your dad happened to be in the city? Or what had happened tonight? But, could he sign her bow? 

“We’re not done yet.” 

“But when we are, can you sign my bow? You’re kind of my favourite avenger.”

Yep. She was adorable.  

You noticed the way your dad’s eyebrow raised, as if trying to separate the fact this was your girlfriend from whatever was going on here. Otherwise, you knew he’d be weirdly flattered, and would count it as a point in her favour - even if he hated the whole Avengers thing most of the time.

“Are you ok, by the way?” 

“That was about to be my next question,” you interjected, gesturing to the various cuts and bruises Kate seemed to be sporting on her face. “Jesus, Kate. You look like you went twenty rounds with a tiger. I know we have a first aid kit around here somewhere -” 

“Oh god, I’m fine,” Kate smiled hastily. She was quick to flash a smirk in your direction as she bragged, “You should’ve seen the other guys.” 

Your dad rolled his eyes. “I did. Tracksuit mafia.”

“That’s their name?” 

“Yes, Y/N,” he sighed, clearly uncomfortable with this whole situation. 

“That’s a little on the nose, don’t you think?”

“Do you think they’re the ones who killed my mom’s fiancé’s uncle?” 

“I’m sorry, what?” you choked. It was your turn to be the party in the dark here. Shit, who knew holiday parties in New York were so dangerous? - something your dad seemed to also be thinking. That, and that rich people were seriously weird. Who named all their kids Armaund?

“Your mom’s fiancé’s uncle?”

“Yeah, Armaund III… of at least seven.” 

“I… I do not know.” It looked like there was a lot he didn't know and he didn't have an idea how to start addressing it either. 

God, your mom was going to milk  this story for the entire winter break at this rate.

He sighed. “What I need to know is if anybody saw your face.”

“No. Kept the mask on like a pro.” 

“Ok, cause the person who wore this suit had a whole lot of enemies.” 

You felt your stomach drop. Whilst you didn’t know everything about the time during the snap, your parents had filled you in on enough. Enough that you knew to be careful and that there were still dangers out there for your family - hence your use of your mother’s maiden name. 

“-the tracksuits were just one of them.” 

“That doesn’t sound good.” 

“You told nobody about this suit?” 

“No, just you and now Y/N.” 

“There’s no way you’re connected to this suit whatsoever?”

“No.”

“I need you to be sure.”

“I am.”

“Certain?”

“I am.”

“Really? Because you now have my daughter involved here too, Miss Bishop, and I don’t take my family’s safety lightly. Do you understand what I’m saying here?” 

You gulped. “Jesus, Dad. The whole, you hurt my daughter, I hurt you speech? What am I? Twelve?” 

It seemed to have got through to Kate, however, given the sudden palour of her face. “Yes, Hawkeye, I mean, yes sir. I mean, yes. I… I do.” 

“Well, the tracksuits must have followed you from the auction, where I found you. Did you stop anywhere before that?” 

“No, I ran into you and we’ve come here. That’s it.” 

You stopped. 

Wait. If someone had been tracking her then, did that mean that they’d - 

“Hey! Kate Bishop!”

A gruff shout from the street below told you everything you needed to know. Yes, was the answer. Yes, they had been followed, and yes, the mafia were here. 

Kate paused. “Now is probably a bad time to mention that my name is also on the buzzer…” 

“Shit.” 

That was an understatement. 

Somehow, it seemed that your fears had been answered - this night had indeed, got worse. 

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Hi! If requests are open, i'd like a HawkeyePierceXgn/f!reader where they're a doctor too and friends with bj and hawk. They flirt EVERYWHERE (everyone is sick of it and wishes they would admit their feelings). Reader is worried he won't turn from his player ways. They argue and both get upset and mopey. Bj locks them somewhere until they'll talk again. They confess their feelings. They get together and still flirt and bj almost regrets setting them up. Only write if you're interested of course!

It's so crazy that this has been in my inbox for over a year and I still haven't responded :/ my sincerest apologies, anon. Here is the answer to your request, I wanted to do a kind of mini-series in order to do such a detailed storyline justice :)

Part 1-

You were in line to get food in the mess tent when you felt a pair of strong arms wrap around your waist from behind and pull you close. "Freeze, this is a hold up. You've been charged with simultaneous beauty and intelligence."

"Guilty as charged, officer." You look over your shoulder to smile up at Hawkeye holding you from behind. "You gonna arrest me?"

"I'm gonna arrest both of you and put you in separate cells to cool off." B.J. groaned as he grabbed a metal food tray and cut into line in front of you.

"Ignore the warden, he left his funny bone back in the O.R.." Hawkeye gave your waist a squeeze before letting go, the gesture leaving your heart stuttering.

"We all did." Margaret brushed past you to refill her coffee cup. "Can't you two just grow up and go out?"

"I'm waiting for the right time." Hawkeye said, grimacing at the slop the cook dropped onto his tray.

Your fluttering heart gave a painful twist. Would it ever be the right time? And if it was, and Hawkeye did ask, would you say yes? You glanced over at a table of nurses chattering together. It was no secret that Hawkeye had been out with most of them. You and him were too close. If Hawkeye played you like all the others it would ruin the friendship you had established long before the moment you realized you were in love with him. And that was too precious a thing to endanger, especially in the middle of a war.

"Ya' want gravy?" The cook asked.

"No thanks," you set your empty tray down. "I've lost my appetite."

Part 2-

You were playing cards with B.J. when Hawkeye walked into the Swamp, humming to himself as he regarded the two of you. "Evening, ladies and gents."

"Evening." B.J. returned. You were silent, focusing on your cards even as Hawkeye burst into song.

"Oh what a beautiful night, a beautiful night, a beautiful night for romance!" He danced over to you, holding out a hand. "Dance with me."

"Not tonight." You smacked a card down. "Your turn, Beej."

"Oh come on. The night is young, the girls are pretty, and I am in the mood-"

"Not tonight, Hawk." You repeated.

Hawkeye stopped dancing, his brow furrowed.

"You heard her, Hawk." B.J. placed his card on top of hers. "Even though I don't believe her myself."

"Go find another girl to lead on." You snapped, regretting it the moment it left your mouth.

"What? Is this because of my date with Nurse Foster last week?"

"No, it's not because of Foster or Smith or Julia or Helen," you smacked a card down so hard it fell off the table. "Why should I care about the girls you go out with?!"

"Sweetheart, I don't understand,"

"Stop calling me sweetheart, Doctor Pierce." You got up and threw the rest of the cards down. "I forfeit, B.J. I'm going to bed."

"Hey, wait." Hawkeye grabbed your arm. "What the hell is going on?"

"Nothing." You pulled your arm away, tears stinging your eyes. "Just leave me alone."

And with that you walked out of the Swamp, letting the door swing shut hard behind you.

Part 3-

"But why can't you get them?" You groaned as you walked into the dark supply closet.

"I have to help Radar with his ripped teddy bear." B.J. gave you a pouting face. "You wouldn't want him to be sitting in agony any longer than he has to, would you?"

"Who, Radar or the bear?" You rolled your eyes but gave him a smile. "You owe me."

"Thank you." B.J. grinned as he closed the supply closet door.

You sighed as you consulted the list of supplies on the clipboard in your hand. This was going to take forever.

You had barely started when someone else opened the door. "Hey, Beej, can't we just meet in the Swamp?"

You froze. Hawkeye. You hadn't spoken to him since the night you stormed out of the Swamp.

"Afraid not, Hawk." B.J. stepped back with a grin. "You'll thank me for this later."

And with that, B.J. closed the door and locked it, trapping you and Hawkeye inside. Together.

"B.J.?!" You dropped your clipboard and brushed past Hawkeye. "B.J.!" You banged on the door. "This isn't funny, Beej. Let me out!"

There was no response. You gave the door handle a vicious twist, then kicked the door hard. "Shit, B.J.! I don't want to talk to him."

"Maybe he wants to talk to you." Hawkeye offered.

You tensed, keeping your back to him. "I don't want to do this. Just...just leave me alone."

"Sweetheart,"

"Don't call me that."

"Listen," Hawkeye took you by the shoulders and turned you around to face him. "This is ridiculous. We're surrounded by a hell hole of ridiculousness, the last thing I want is to have any extra ridiculousness between us."

You stared up at him, wanting so badly to just tell him your feelings. But you couldn't, it wasn't worth the price of friendship. But the anger you felt was costing you your friendship as well.

You shook your head, eyes filling with tears. "I can't keep doing this." You hid your face in your hands. "I can't."

Hawkeye whispered your name, drawing you against him. You buried your head into his chest, wrapping your arms around his waist as if he was the only thing keeping you upright. Because he was. Hawkeye was your lifeline in this war, and you loved him.

"I love you." He whispered.

Your head jerked up. "What?"

"I love you." Hawkeye's blue eyes glistened with tears as he brushed yours away. "I love you more than anything."

"But, the other nurses."

"I haven't gone out with them for months."

"What?? But the flirting, Nurse Foster,"

"Honey, they don't even want to go out with anymore. Apparently I'm no fun when I'm in love with someone else."

"Hawk." Your mouth opened in shock, followed by a slow smile. "Hawkeye,"

"Can I kiss you?"

You responded by kissing him long and hard, not even noticing the chorus of whistles and applause from the other side of the supply closet door. You would be annoyed at B.J. and everyone else who had put together this scheme. But for now, it was just you and Hawkeye.

Part 4-

You were in line for breakfast when you felt a pair of strong, familiar arms wrap around your waist.

"Good morning, gorgeous." Hawkeye smiled as he kissed you. "What're your plans on this beautiful morning in the pit of hell?"

"I've got post-op duty with B.J. in an hour." You kissed him again before returning your attention to the cook plopping foreign substances on your tray, loving the way Hawkeye kept an arm firmly around your waist. "You?"

"I'm going to be making a certain B.J. Hunnicutt very happy within the next hour."

"Oh yeah? Why?"

"I'm going to trade post-op shifts with him. Spend a little quality time with the woman of my dreams." Hawkeye grabbed a tray and gave it a twirl, making you smile.

"I wish B.J. had never gotten you two together." Margaret grumbled, refilling her coffee cup with a scowl. "You two are worse than before!"

"I'm afraid it's only going to get worse, Margaret." You fiddled with the emerald engagement ring Hawkeye had gotten you from Tokyo, loving the way it sparkled in the sunlight.

"I love you, sweetheart." Hawkeye whispered, kissing the side of your head.

"I love you, Hawk." You whispered back.

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Clint you and Bucky Stuck in a quinnjet during the holidays (ill think of a better name)

@hawkeyes-queen requested a specific holiday one with Clint and reader and Bucky. I tried to include everything you asked for. It's my first time writing for Clint so yea... I hope you like it.

Comments and reblogs welcome no reposting no publishing no translating.

Fluffy slight mention of loss of family/parents and injury. And a dead squirrel- don't ask. 18+ just in case but yea thats about it .

"Were you able to get through? "

"Yea" Clint sighs. "At least Nat is there."

"At least you don't have to wear that ugly sweater."

"Hey my kids made that sweater. And its ugly that's the whole point."

I was the of the only people outside of the avengers who knew clint had a family. They took pity on me, well rather his wife apprently after they had found out I basically didn't have a family Just because of life. Outside of other training I had approached him to learn about the bow and arrow.

"You wanna try Steve again?"

"No, besides Bucky is. Why do you keep asking me about Steve?"

"Because he kept asking me about you"

I confided in Clint a lot I felt like I could trust him and a lot of people I couldn't. So I'd gone to him for advice for a few things. Ok a bunch and his wife for girl stuff that Nat didn't know about.. He said he was more than happy to be my ipso facto family especially given the fact I had taken to the bow like a fish to water asomething that almost no other avenger incicutive agents had done. And also almost immediately hit the target. Which is exactly why he requested me for the mission. It was supposed to be in and out and he wanted another eye in the sky precision with a weapon that didn't cause noise.

"He likes you"

"No he likes that I just don't rely on hand to hand and guns." Thats only why I got so high so fast- talent and an Avenger likes you I'm not ashamed of it either. I'm taking every opportunity and as I see it I impressed him.

"Sure and he just stares at your ass because he's worried about your posture." Bucky chimes in walking over.

"That makes no sense Bucky. "

"That's exactly my point."

"You talk to Steve?"

"Yea says Hi so why didn't you want to talk to him."

"I did I tried to call." Getting defensive why I don't know

"He said you hung up"

"It was the signal- God I hate Tony so much right now."

"Why I thought you didn't like Steve?

"Because I want to be back home. Wallowing in my loser life" I gritted through my teeth

"We're not going to find you on a bridge are we"

"And give Tony the satisfaction of having to call him an angel no thanks"

"What are you two talking about?"

"It's a wonderful Life"

"So why are you concerned about her on a bridge?"

"No, It's a movie there a man on the bridge he was going to jump but an angel shows him how bad people's life would be in he didn't exist."

"So what were your Christmas traditions?" Clint asks.

It was something you never discussed with Clint he thought it was a sad subject for you something you never opened up about but once you said your birthday was never celebrated he had backed off... and made sure you had a nice one.

But since everyone was miserable here he thought he'd ask. He wasn't exactly going to ask Bucky as his last 70 years of being a brainwashed soilder probably included killing people probably didn't include presents and caroling

"Nothing."

"Nothing? No traditions not even opening up a present on Christmas even or getting a picture with Santa?"

"Nope. My parents weren't one for Christmas"

"Why" Bucky asked. Usually even if family didn't do birthday they usually didn't skip Christmas

"I'm Jewish" you shrugged.

"And now I understand." Clint answered and we all laughed a bit.

"If you ever want to come over and light candeles one day or 8...." it was something Buxky didn't speak about wither but now that he knew.....

You looked at Bucky and he smiled.

Clint was lost and lost in thought about the situation that was pressing and has been for a few weeks. More than a few.

"Buck you hungrey?" Clint nudges his head to the side

"Uh yea I am"

"Let's go get some rations"

"Don't worry about asking me boys I can get there myself even though you're going and didn't bother to even ask."

"Oh good" Clint replied "cause I don't care."

You rolled your eyes and then closed them. You weren't hungrey just appreciating the cold floor to sooth your muscles.

"Ok we gotta get those two together." Clint was over this song and dance. And what better time besides Christmas or Hanukkah for that matter. Ok Valentines day but thats a backup.

"Something tells me there's no dance halls I can send her and Steve to." Buck was used to the 40s still and was out of practice and Steve was still well Steve. If the serum enhances everything it definitely had to effect his shyness in women

"Uh no. How was Steve with Mistletoe?"

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"You're kidding right. "

"Well I have an idea."

"Steve is comming to get us right"

"Yea he hasn't really celebrated holiday anything since well yea he volunteered."

Buck remembered he tried to get Steve to join in on his family celebrations after he lost his mother but he never took it. But bucky loved the holiday season. He'd always try and get his sister a little hair comb or necklace. He loved seeing her smile. No one had a lot of money during the depression, so it was usually one present for each, but thats what made the holidays special him and his family knew how to make the most out of the least. His sister always did the same. When she was little it had started with drawn pictures- what do you want from a kid. But it was on old homework assignment Bucky had. It had Bucky protecting her and a second one with thier mom and dad and maybe Bucky doing whatever he was into that year and then when She gotten older she was more creative. She had found a hat being thrown out for the tear in it. But she had cleaned it and was able to stick up the hole by embroidering a B with strings she found. Bucky loved that hat. She was young when she made it it wasnt a masterpiece but he had held onto it. He made a mental note to finally take it back from the Smithsonian. He missed it.

He missed Sarah Rogers bakeries too. Steve drew everyone pictures. Often it was portraits. And expertly done. He could've made money if he wanted to. He should have been able to.

"So I say we turn little miss scrooge there into a giant Mistletoe." Clint's eyes gleamed with mischief

"What?" Bucky still hasn't seen the sprint in stupid ugly outfits.

"Use her jacket And decorate her. It's on the chair and by the time Steve gets here it'l be looking like a Mistletoe tree and shell be forced to wear it and you just push Steve into her and he kisses her. Even on the cheek its a start."

Bucky just stands there blinking "Or we could trap them in a small supply closet and I won't let them out until I hear kissing but I guess yours is more festive."

Bucky runs outside to get tree branches and some berries and leaves that resemble Mistletoe and you lay there taking a nap.

The two of them are laughing thier asses off using tape to tape things on your jacket as you sleep. They also decided to add little d

Festive notes like branches they almost put a dead squirrel on there but rabies... they were definitely loosing thier minds.

Steve had called over the intercom link

That he was close to rescuing the three agents from the broken down quintet.

You still layed there peacefully with your eyes closed. Bucky kept looking at your chest to make sure you were actually breathing you were so still. You reminded him of his sister at times. Especially lying there. There was one time his sister did the same, but was lying in Steve's arms hurt. Sbe skinned your knee once because some mean kids pushed her so while Bucky pummeled them Steve comfort her. But Bucky was close enough to hear what was being said. Steve said people were being mean saying she were too weak to play ball with the boys. And Steve held her when she were crying and said "They say the same thing to me"

"But you still play ball"

"Because I'm not weak and you aren't either. Sometimes things like ball take practice and other times people are better than other but everyone can play."

Bucky remembered that so clearly for some reason. Maybe because it was around the holidays and she had given Steve, whom whe called Stevie a kiss under mistletoe that year, which Bucky saw and for a split second he was seriously considering pummeling his best friend to a pulp

It made Bucky a little homesick and a bit blue. He decided he was going to go visit his parents and sisters and then go to something for some kids. To make em smile and maybe spar with Steve to try and pummel him to a pulp.

Bucky nudged you to wake up with his foot and you let out a scream that was heard throughout the jet and over the comm.

"What happened whats going on?"

"I don't- I think uh um." Clint turned around spooked as well. His stomach dropped as he froze for a moment.

"Whose hurt"

"Rodgers theres three of us does Bucky scream like that?"

"Shit what happened"

"Language," Clint let out a chuckle to cover the worry in his voice.

"I'm serious Barton"

"I dont know she's been asleep most of the time"

"Most of the - great ok only 6 hours then. No one thought to check on her?"

"Bucky went to pick her up but the minute he put his hands on her."

"Ow ownow ow don't don't touch me please just don't" you pleaded.

The two men didn't realize how much you had injured yourself on the mission

"What hurts?"

"My toes"

"Your toes?"

"Your toes?" Clint echoed

"Yea they're the only thing that doesn't hurt. "

"Did you fall?" Bucky was trying to put the peices together while Clint was talking to Steve about landing sites and what needed to go now or could wait until later since you were obviously hurt and neither

"Sorta"

"How do you sort of fall?"

"A tree branch broke my fall" not an entire lie just it was a very small thin Charlie brown tree branch and by fall ur foot fell on the ground...when you stepped on said ground...

"Why didn't you say something"

"Adrenaline... shock... trying to ignore it and as still as possible and it worked until someone touched me."

"The cargo bay door opened and Steve instantly found your laying form on the floor"

Leaning down to your level

"Hey so we gotta get you gotta here and into the quinnJet"

"I'm in a quinn jet"

"One the works"

"Mnnn no Steve"

"Hey I got you," he said in a soft voice. "I'll be gentle, I promise." He gave you a small smile.

You groaned in pain. At being slightly lifted

"See not too bad I'll take you to the other quinnjet Buck get her a blanket will ya."

Bucky felt so bad there he and Clint were having fun while you were miserable. Thier ideas of setting you two up fell to the waist side completely forgotten.

"It's pretty cold out ok?"

You looked up at him with widened innocent doe eyes

"Ok" you responded in a smallish voice

And boy was he NOT kidding it was freezing you were really regretting this right now.

Steve went to place you down on the biobed

"No no no no." Please don't just dont make me move

"Sweetheart we gotta know whats wrong." Steve was ever so gentle even with his voice.

"I'll be ok until we get back to the tower just don't let go please Steve I'm fine I just I'll be fine enough to get home please.I know I will please?"

The tears filled your eyes. "Trust me. Were a team right we need to trust eachother"

Steve gave in. But to be fair he sorta gave in the minute you wanted to stay in his arms. The tears were a tipping point.

He held you ever so gently and stroaking your hair on the ride home.

"Why didn't you say something to them."

"I was sleeping Steve"

" I heard you scream I-"

"I'll be ok Can I sleep. "

"It's an 6 hour flight honey I really want to get you-"

"No Steve trust me that's not an issue. Just hold me"

"Ok"

He placed a soft kiss on your head.

"Get some rest you hungry though?"

"No just tired."

"Have some water a bite of a protein bar. Please."

"Come on you're kidding it can't hurt its like be 12 hours without food or water you want to be stuck in the infirmary over the holidays?" Clint provoked you. He knew you didn't. You had a practiced the perfect gingerbread house to load it up.

Bucky had helped give you some water and a protein drink as Steve held you.

Bucky and Clint were talking about the snow storm and navigation when they happened to see the reflection of Steve kissing your head in the mirror

"Did you?"

"Are they? "

"He's probably just trying to comfort her that's all it is you know how she is she loves hugs." Barton was regreatting his plan and already resigned to not going to be able to handle when Lila was a teenager

"He can handle with women who are hurt," Bucky's head cocked. "He's always been soft like that."

And so you slept in his arms most of the flight you were tired and Steve was always cozy and his heart beat had the perfect rhythm like a soothing clock. He was also humming I'll be home for Christmas even though he knew you were Jewish its not like there's a romantic Hanukkah song out there.

Around 3 hours in Bucky walked back to you and Steve as Clint was at the controls though the bad snow storm.

"Hey how's she doing."

"Terrified to be moved Buck how come you didn't notice?"

"Well I we - He knows her better."

"She said nothing and just laid there I thought it was because we asked her about holiday things. You know how she gets." Clint said

"Yea" Steve said with some sorrow knowing exactly how it feels being an orphan. Everyone is at some point but sometimes it happens when you're old enough to not have the legality of needing a guardian but too young to be ok on your own….. When that happens and you don't have anyone there... it's even worse.

Clint was thinking that too. He had learned about that and Nat trusted you and he did trust you too so after seeing you so upset, even though you hid it well he saw, everytime people brought up holidays plans to the point you'd sometimes leave the room he had a discussion with Laura and that was that you were an unofficial official Barton.

He was looking forward to the ugly Christmas sweaters the family did. The kids made you a star one it was more pretty than ugly they always do ugly sweater party and a gingerbread contest of who can make the craziest gingerbread house without it collapsing- even if it ended in a super fueled family. And making cookies for Santa. You loved being able to help Clint and Laura put presents under the tree for the kids. It was something you never did but he senses it was more than that more than- it was like you were apart of his family. Like you were his little sister he helped raise or his own child. He dreaded having to tell his kids you were hurt and couldn't come this year. Nat and Laura could help him tell them but still for the past 5 years you'd been a staple in thier family around the holidays It wouldn't be the same without you. You were his family as much as anyone else.

Getting close to the tower Steve woke up gentle by stroaking your cheek and softly kissing you on your temple. You blinked you eyes open and saw him sweetly looking down at you and smiling. For a moment you forgot where you were, outside of Cap's, no outside of Steve's arms that is.

"We're about to dock sweetheart. I got you. His hold on."

The quinjet docked less than a minute later and the cargo bay door opened

The med team was waiting and you felt so bad.

"Actually,"

You sat up and sort of jumped out if Steve's arms as much you could considering the , gentle hold he had on you "I'm good." leaving the three men in shock

"Please," you looked at Bucky and Clint "I was not going wear that monstrosity that you considered putting a dead squirrel on."

"You mean-"

"She just-"

"Damn-"

"She needs to spend less time with Natasha."

"Steve are we sparring tonight or what?" You winked.

"We're shipping out in a few-" Clint yelled out "It's like I already have an adult teenage child." He murmured to himself.

"Oh right shit Steve I need some help with something" you had to get all the presents carried and why do it when Steve can? And you can stare at his biceps as he is holding everything at once

Steve jogged up to meet you. Besids he had a bone to pick.

"You scared the shit out if me I thought I'd be spending the whole night in sickbay with you or worse"

"Nope. They wanted us to kiss. I had to do something. Otherwise they had a bad plan"

"What?"

"Yep."

"Why?"

"Apprently you talked too much about me to Clint!" You pinched him

"Well how else am I supposed to figure out a gift?"

"Ask me what I want you dumbell"

Steve stopped you in the hallway.

"What do you want?"

"A kiss." You smile.

"Well that I can give you right now."

Clint decided there and then he was going to lock Lila up until she was 50 years old. If he can't handle you kissing a boy, Captain America the probably nicest and most respectful guy on the earth, he's never going to be able to handle Lila and boys. Nope. He was going to lock her in her room after Christmas. He was considering even locking you in there too.

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