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toxicanonymity · 4 months
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You finally scraped enough pennies together, but he found your train ticket.
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iamasaddie · 2 months
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paring: Clint x f!reader warnings: PWP (literally no plot, AT ALL) ER; age gap (not specified), explicit sexual content word count: 1,3k~ ~a/n: told you I was writing a smutty follow up. u can concider it being in the same universe as CRACKS or read as a stand-alone, really doesn't matter. not beta-ed. masterlist
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The thrusts of his hips were unrelenting, the burning stretch of his cock parting your insides so familiar and yet so exciting every single time. His deep breaths became erratic and labored, and you smiled knowing what’s gonna happen next.
“Fuck, baby,” he grunted, a single droop of sweat traveling from his forehead down the curve of his nose and you lifted you head licking it off. “Fuck, I think my heart is gonna crash.”
Clint was a generous and adventurous lover, your sex drive matched perfectly which meant you both liked to fuck like rabbits, but he was twice your age and even though it wasn’t a problem, sometimes it showed. After a long way of working, or chopping wood and doing shit in the backyard, his want for you would never go away, but his ability to go as hard and long as he usually did would definitely be affected. You never complained because truly you didn’t have a reason to, you still got your fair share of orgasms, be that caged between his massive thighs and strong arms or bouncing on top of him.
Today was one of those days, Clint practically dragged you to the bedroom, giving you only a moment to turn the stove off and ripping both of your clothes on the way up. He was needier than usual but you felt yourself getting wet just from the look of desperation in his face.
Pretty soon he was balls deep inside you, punching the air out of your lungs with every thrust and growling filth in your ear. When his energy started to give out, you felt a ringing slap landing on your thigh as he fell on his back next to you and dragged your buzzing body on top.
“Come one, baby, ride my dick. Show me how much you love me.”
You grinned, lining him up to your sleek entrance and sinking on his shaft in one smooth motion. Clint kept his eyes open, the only indication of his pleasure were his gritted teeth and the hard cock that probed at your cervix with every motion. 
He became unusually quiet, his eyes running from your face, to your tits that bounced more appetizingly than a Sunday roast after years of starvation. Clint kept staring, going lower to where you easily swallowed his girthy shaft, making him grunt and moan as your walls contracted around it.
“Fuck, baby, you look so fucking hot when you ride my dick like that. Prettiest fucking thing,” he squeezed out through tense lips and his hands gripped bruises into your thighs. His strong arms helped you go up and down on his cock, he practically maneuvered you himself, used you like a barely conscious sex toy.
“You should take a picture,” you half whispered, the words interrupted by the sharp intakes of your breath every time the fat head of his cock nudged your g-spot. 
“Good idea,” one of his hands released you and you saw him blindly searching for a phone beneath the pillows. Yours was the first one he found and he spent less than a couple of seconds angling the camera just right to fit you into the frame.
“Gonna be my own fucking porn star, baby.” His eyes jumped from the little screen back to your body, left hand going from gripping your thigh to squeezing your tit. The feeling of his cock becoming even harder inside you, the thrill of being recorded and the clear awe in the eyes of your man made your head dizzy. The intoxicating mix of emotions and feelings guided you to your climax way quicker than you expected, and Clint obviously saw that on your face with the way you felt him thrusting his hips up harder and steadier. 
"Come on, little one, be a good girl, m and cum on my cock.” He brought the camera so close that the only thing it captured was the way his dick, wet from tour juices and his own precum, disappeared in your stretched hole. The quiet grunts and your moans were only interrupted by the filthy squelch of your cunt taking-taking-taking and the depravity of it made you want to ride him even harder. Clint brought his left hand back  to your hip making sure that his hand wasn’t blocking the view of your pussy as he started pressing and circling your aching clit violently dragging the orgasm out of you. “That's my girl, cum on me.  Fucking soak me, baby, want the drops to hit the fucking camera. Cum for me, baby."
Your body shook as your orgasm almost squeezed the life out of your body. Your vision got blurry for a moment and your hands pressed into Clint’s soft stomach to help you remain on top. While your walls continued to contract, his still hard and throbbing cock was still inside you. You took a few deep breaths, steadying yourself and shook your head to come back to your senses. Your hand silently stretched, taking the phone out of Clint’s hand that he gave with no questions. But when you turned the camera on him he was visibly confused.
“What is that about?”
“It’s my turn seeing you turn into a fucked out mess, loverboy,” you started to slowly rotate your hips, overstimulated but too hooked on seeing him come undone, on feeling him full you up. Your movements shut him up quickly, returning his attention to his own pleasure. You loved how his face screwed as if he was in pain when he came. He didn’t control himself in that moment, letting you see the raw emotions elicited by the heights of his pleasure. 
Unlike him, you made sure the camera got his face, your legs already burning with exertion. You caught the moment when Clint bared his gritted teeth, and your free hand slid up his stomach to punch his nipples that he refused to admit were quite sensitive. Just as you did that your pussy squeezed his cock in a choking hold.
“Please, give me your cum,” you started whispering like a madwoman, it took all of your strength to try and keep the camera upright, “fill me up, please, I wanna feel you in my fucking stomach.”
Clint’s growl was inhumane as his hips punched into yours for the last time, warm ropes of cum painting your insides in fat stripes. For a moment you both were in trance, just looking at each other, you even forgot you were holding the phone in your hand, camera still rolling, until he took it from your hand and pressed stop. 
“Bet we would make a lot of money on OnlyFans.” You giggled, laying on top of him while his cock slowly softened inside you. Your sweaty bodies stuck together, soft stomachs pressing into each other as you found the right temp of breathing. 
“What’s that?” Clint asked, his hand finding your hair and stroking it gently.
“It’s a… you know what, it’s nothing.” You mumbled in his skin. 
You spent a few moments in silence and just as you were about to ask Clint if he actually wanted the video or if he did it for the thrill of the moment, you heard a soft and familiar sound of his snoring. 
Gently kissing his skin above his heart, you climbed off him and settled by his side, fishing the phone from between your pillows and opening the photo app. 
“Finally I have a picture for your contact,” you whispered to yourself, cropping the screenshot you took from the video, a moment when he looked at you with his eyes full of content, settling in the post orgasmic haze.
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dylan-hart · 1 year
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peter: do you need help, mister loki sir?
loki: no thanks. i’m god.
(y/n): …
avengers: …
tony: (y/n)…don’t…
(y/n): …
steve: (y/n)…
(y/n): hi god, i’M DAD—
clint: [flips table] jUST ONE DAY OF PEACE IS ALL I ASK FOR—
yelena: [cackles in the distance]
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pixiexdusts-world · 1 year
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Incorrect quote
*Squad reactions to being told ‘I love you’ by Y/n*
Clint: Thanks fam!
Natasha: Oh no
Peter: *cries* I love you too
Loki: Sounds fake but okay
Bucky: *a flustered mess*
Yelena: Can I get a refund?
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musings-of-a-rose · 1 month
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A New Life
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Pairing: Clint “Freaky Tales” x f!readers (there’s 2, both have nicknames)
Word Count: 11,000+ (it's a long one, folks!)
Rating: Mature - 18+ ONLY!
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CLINT
“No! No, please! Tell The Guy I'll step back from his territory!”
Clint stares down at the man who's now covered in his own blood, coughing and spitting up the red liquid onto the floor, splashing a little onto Clint's shoes. He looks at the man and grabs his hair, yanking his head back and staring him in the eyes, seeing fear at the rapidly approaching end of his life. 
“Then you should've stopped when we warned you.”
Clint slides his knife into the man's abdomen, watching as the man coughs and sputters, small gasps all he can manage as the life leeches from his body. When he slumps, Clint knows it's over. He sits back, shaking his head and sighing, looking around at the mess all over the tarp he'd placed on the floor. I'm getting tired of this.
He cleans up and disposes of the body properly, his stomach rumbling by the end of his work. A quick glance at his watch tells him it's nearly 3am. He hopes there's still someplace open where he can at least get a cup of hot coffee. 
He drives in the general direction of his apartment for nearly 15 minutes before he sees the neon OPEN sign on the side of a little corner diner. He parks around the back, adjusting his pants and smoothing down his shirt before heading inside, a little bell ringing as the door swings open. It's quiet, only one other person sitting at a booth in the back corner, a man who doesn't look when the bell dings, too absorbed in his own issues. 
“Hey, hun! Have a seat wherever and I'll be right over!” The waitress calls from somewhere behind the counter. Clint looks around and finally settles on sitting at the counter, spinning to face the counter on the bar stool. 
The waitress suddenly appears, smoothing out her skirt before turning to face him and when she does, Clint momentarily forgets how to breathe. She is the most gorgeous woman he's ever seen and her smile makes him feel warm and safe, things he hasn't felt since he was a child. And even then, that's debatable. 
Her smile is bright and wide. “Sorry to make you wait! That damn sink pipe’s entire purpose is to annoy me, I swear. Want some coffee, hun?” She's already got the pot in her hand, regular, not decaf. He nods and she pours him a mug with a smile, sliding a small bowl with some creamer and sugar packets towards him. 
“You look hungry. You a steak man?”
Clint pours one of the sugar packets into his black coffee. “I like steak.”
“Great! The steak here is-” She leans closer to him “-edible. But it's best in town at 3am!”
Clint chuckles, the sound almost unfamiliar to him. “Sounds perfect.”
She writes down his order and turns, placing the ticket in a clip and rotating it, dinging another bell so the cook knows he has an order. 
“James? You back there? You have an order!”
There's some sort of affirmative grunted towards her that she accepts with a shake of her head, turning back to face Clint. 
“James is a nice guy. Lost his hearing in one ear in the war. Sometimes you have to be a little louder for him. At his request of course.” 
Clint nods and takes a sip of his coffee, expecting it to taste bitter and cheap, exactly like what you'd expect coffee at a diner open at 3am to taste like. But to his surprise, it doesn't. A pleasant mix of coffee beans washes over his tongue and he can't help a little moan escape him. 
A different smile, this one more sly. “You enjoying your coffee?”
Clint feels the tips of his ears heat up. “Uh, yeah.”
“I'm glad you like it, Mr….” Her eyebrows raised and Clint chokes down his sip. 
“Clint. No need for a Mr., ma'am.”
She waves her hand with another smile. “No ma'am here. I'm not that old!” She chuckles and tells him her name. “But everyone calls me Poppy.”
Poppy. He likes that name. It makes him feel happier somehow, like she's somehow taking care of him, not just because she's a waitress. 
She continues chatting with him while she bustles around, cleaning things and restocking sugar trays, and cleaning menus, Clint chiming in now and again. The man in the back corner eventually leaves and they're alone in the diner together. Aside from James in the back, who had just set his plate down on the back counter. 
“Thanks, James!”
“I'm going out for a smoke, Poppy.” 
She gives him a thumbs up and James takes off his apron, walking out of the side door. Poppy turns and makes a little fanfare of bringing him his diner steak and potatoes, setting it down in front of him and then casually placing the A1 steak sauce next to him. 
“You might need this.” She winks at him and he melts, what can only be described as butterflies in his stomach. 
Get it together, Clint. You don't do this. You don't like people like this. Fall for people. 
But then he's done with his steak, telling her some funny stories from his childhood. She's sitting across the bar from him, leaning on her elbows as she listens, laughing at all the right places. He's trying desperately hard to not be obvious in staring at her boobs, which had been pushed together tighter the more she leans forward. 
“If you don't mind me asking, Poppy. Why are you working this shitty shift?”
She cocks her head to the side slightly, her eyes on his. “Someone has to be here to serve you.”
He nods. “Yes but why you?” 
She waits a moment. “Maybe I'm just waiting for the right man to come on by.”
Shit. He had told himself she wasn't flirting, that she was just being nice to him for a tip. That he could just flirt a little and then be on his way. Normally, he'd take her out back and fuck her in his truck, promises to call again that he knows he'd never fulfill. But none of those women were her. None of them made him feel this way, her laugh and big eyes smiling at him while he sits here with blood on his hands and his past full of monsters.
So instead, he surprises himself. 
“Can I take you to dinner sometime?”
She glances at the clock on the wall. “If you're not too tired, I'm off in an hour and you can take me for breakfast.”
He smiles an actual genuine smile. “Breakfast it is.”
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The conversation flows between them at breakfast, both of them laughing and joking throughout it all. And at the end, he walks her to her car, asking her on another date before they reach it, her enthusiastic “yes” giving him the confidence to kiss her, his hands cupping her face as their lips melt together. He presses her back against the side of her car, his body aching to be with her, inside of her. But not like this. She's different. She's special. He wants to take his time with Poppy. So he pulls back, a promise to pick her up in 2 nights for dinner. 
Clint takes her out on several more dates, falling harder for her each time he sees her, hears her laugh, sees how attentive she is towards him. He doesn't think he deserves her, knows he doesn't, but maybe she's his way out of his world of darkness and bad deeds. The world he's kept hidden from her, whether because he's afraid she'd leave him or he's too afraid to bring his darkness into her light he's not sure. 
But Clint knows he can't leave her. He's gone too far. 
2 weeks in, and his resolve to treat her like a lady, an actual relationship, which is what they'd finally called it, snaps when she opens her door in a black dress that accentuates everything about her that he loves. 
“I know we were supposed to go out tonight Clint, but I thought maybe I could cook for you instead?” She looks nervously up at him and he knows right there, he'd do anything she asked him to.
“If it's not too much trouble.”
She shakes her her, chuckling lightly. “Not at all. Come on in.” 
Clint follows her inside, hearing her lock the door behind him. He kicks his boots off and places them by the door. 
“I thought we could have steak. A real one. Dear James does his best with what he has but…” her voice trails off and Clint chuckles. 
“Steak sounds delicious.”
“Great! Would you like a quick drink before I start cooking? Or are you too hungry?”
“A drink sounds great, thanks.”
He takes a beer from her and she leads him to the couch. They both sit, taking sips from their drinks before setting them on the coffee table. He's nervous, his palms a little sweaty. Why is he so nervous? Clint looks at Poppy and he can see the way she's shifting around slightly, obviously nervous herself, which somehow gives him the confidence he needs. Confidence that he's never had a problem with before. 
When he touches his lips to hers, he knows he belongs to her forever. 
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POPPY
I knew what I was doing, inviting Clint in for dinner instead of going to a restaurant as we had planned. But I wanted to take care of him, try and help quell that sadness and regret hidden just behind his eyes, the darkness he swallows and blinks away when our eyes meet, for the sake of me. 
We settle on the couch, each taking a sip of our respective drinks before setting them on the coffee table. I see him wipe his palms across his jeans, a sweet, nervous gesture and I smile shyly, turning my head to the side to tuck some hair behind my ear. I look back up at him and find him looking at me already, his deep brown eyes seeing into me and I feel myself stepping off the cliff, diving headfirst into love. Could it be love this early? I’d felt it before once, in my youth. But I had been burned and so kept my heart behind a lock but somehow, Clint already had the key. 
He keeps his eyes on mine when he slides closer to me, hesitating briefly before placing his hand on my bare thigh, my skin tingling where he touches me. I angle my body towards him a little more, feeling his large hand cup my cheek, a soft smile on his lips before he leans in, pressing his lips to mine. We’ve kissed plenty, made out in the back of his truck for hours and hours, but this is different. The energy has shifted, our paths fully converging to become one. 
He slides his hand on my thigh up higher and I spread my legs for him, opening more than just my body to him. His fingertips brush against my panties and I inhale sharply against his lips, his hand stalling. 
“Is..is this ok?” He asks, a nervous tremble in his voice.
“Please,” I whisper, begging him to touch me again. “Please touch me.”
He kisses me again, pushing his tongue into my eager mouth and I feel him between my legs again, gently stroking up and down, up and down, feeling how wet my underwear has become. He pushes aside my panties, slowly swirling one thick finger around me before pushing in, my whine breaking our kiss before he grunts out, mumbling something about how tight I feel. 
He deepens the kiss, his finger gently stroking inside of me, brushing against me and I moan into his mouth, my legs twitching. When he stops, pulling away from me, I think I’ve done something wrong. But then he slides from the couch, getting on his knees, kissing my thighs as he hooks his fingers in my underwear, sliding them off and tossing them over his shoulder. He pushes my legs open wide, putting them over his shoulders as he stares between my legs, eyes dark and admiring. 
He looks up at me and I nod, knowing what he wants even though I’m not really experienced with it. He places soft kisses on my inner thighs, slowly moving to where his hand had been moments before. When his tongue touches me, I gasp, a breathy “oh” escaping me while my thighs try to slam against his head of their own volition. He chuckles against me and I moan at the vibration, feeling him wrap his hands around my legs to push me open wider. His tongue is relentless, swirling around, tapping, and I reach for him, tangling my fingers into his hair and tugging on it when he lightly sucks on me.
“Oh…oh, I-” I break open, cry out as I come, Clint’s tongue guiding me through my release. I release his hair, my legs falling open as he sits back, wiping his face with the back of his hand. 
He stands, offering me his hand and I take it, allowing him to pull me up against his body. He smells like cedar, a hint of cigarette smoke, and me, my head swimming with the scent of it all. 
“Bedroom?” He asks, his eyebrows raised.
I nod, almost too much in my enthusiasm. “This way.”
I take his hand and lead him on wobbly legs down the small hallway to my bedroom, grateful that I had made the bed this morning. Clint closes the door behind himself and turns to look at me. Several long moments pass where we just look at each other, the energy in the air electric, as if he didn’t have his head between my legs just moments ago. He closes the distance between us in a step or 2, stopping just short of me.
“Turn.”
I do as he says, feeling his large hand work my zipper down, his fingers brushing against my skin as he pulls the dress down and off, coming back to do the same to my bra. He moves my hair off my neck, placing soft kisses there as one hand wraps around my boob and the other dips a finger between my thighs. My head lolls back and I moan, feeling him pinch and tug at my nipple as I get wetter and wetter. I can feel him nearly bulging out of his jeans, the denim pressed against my ass, so I gently grab his wrists and turn around. 
I say nothing as I start to unbutton his flannel, sliding it down and off his broad shoulders, noting the appearance of a new scratch on his chest since the last time he’d taken his shirt off around me. I keep my eyes on his face as my hands unlatch his belt, popping open the button on his pants before carefully sliding down his zipper. I push his jeans down, getting on my knees to help slide them off of his legs. I look up at him as I pull down his underwear, a small grunt from him as he springs free. I want to return the favor, take him in my mouth but then his hand grips my chin, pulling me back to standing. 
“I’d love to feel your mouth on me, but Poppy, I want to make love to you.”
He helps me lay back on the bed, his eyes roaming over my naked body, more dark loving than I’ve ever seen them.
“You’re so beautiful, Poppy.”
I spread my legs, allowing him to settle between them. He kisses me, soft at first, his mustache tickling my upper lip, his hands sliding across my body, goosebumps following in his wake. His lips travel down my neck, finding a spot just below the side of my jaw that has me squirming, my fingers burying themselves in his hair. 
But then he pushes in and the world stops, nothing else in the world exists but us. We meld together, our bodies moving as one, slotting together like we were made for each other. I writhe under him, his hips breaking me open out of my cocoon, showing me what pleasure really is, what love really is. His hips thrust a little harder and I come, his name tumbling from my lips like a chant, praising him as my nails dig into his back. I feel his hips sputter, soft grunts and pants in my ear as he comes with me, his forehead coming to rest against mine. 
“Holy shit,” he says, his breath puffing out against my face. “That was..”
“It was.”
He lifts his head and looks at me, kissing me softly before pulling out, and getting a washcloth to clean me up. 
A steak dinner never tasted so good.
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CLINT
He was the happiest he’d ever been. Poppy was a beacon of light in the darkness that was his life, always there to welcome him with open arms. It had only been a few weeks, but he loved her. He knew deep down that he never wanted to be without her. 
He just felt so fucking guilty about it. 
He was torn on telling her about his job, his real job, not the one he told her he did. He wasn’t a delivery man, although he did deliver whatever terrible fate that The Guy bestowed upon those who crossed him in business. He’d been a little too preoccupied tonight and his mark managed to slice his cheek with a knife before Clint snuffed the life from him.
But Poppy doesn’t even question it, just takes him into the bathroom and gently cleans his cut, dabbing some alcohol on it that burns, but not enough to distract him from the guilt he feels. He knows he has to get out. 
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A few months go by and he couldn’t be happier with Poppy. They had been dating for about 8 months and he wanted desperately to ask her to move in with him, but first he had to leave The Guy. He couldn’t have him showing up whenever he felt like it. No matter what, he would protect Poppy from that side of his life. 
After he kills his next mark, he heads back to The Guy to give him his confirmation of delivery, so-to-speak. 
“What would I do without you, Clint?”
Clint shifts his weight to his back leg, hands on his hips. “Actually, I need to talk to you about that.”
The Guy sits back in his chair, lacing his fingers together. “Oh?”
Clint clears his throat. “Yeah. I uh, I need to retire.”
The Guy raises an eyebrow. “Retire?”
“Yeah. My body isn’t what it used to be. My knees almost gave out tonight. I can’t continue like this.”
The guy sits there, his fingers still laced together as he studies Clint. “You have served me well, Clint. I’ll let you out, holding onto that evidence in case you try to cross me-”
“I would never. I’m not a snitch.”
The Guy holds up a hand. “I know. One can never be too careful these days. I think you get that?” Clint nods. “Good. I’ll let you out but I have one more delivery for you to make first. You’re the only one I can trust with it. What do you say?”
Clint stands there for a moment, thinking about his options. He only has one. “Deal.”
They shake on it, The Guy gives him the details, and Clint is out the door, feeling a little lighter now that he can see the light at the end of the tunnel. He’s finally getting out, starting a new life free of bloodshed with the love of his life.
He killed that last mark in near record time, The Guy shaking his hand and thanking him for all of his hard work. 
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He knows she’s on the late shift again tonight, so after he cleans up, Clint heads over to the diner, their diner, watching Poppy move about through the dusty window. She smiles at a customer, but when Clint walks in and she sees him, her entire faces lights up, her eyes beaming as she crosses the room, pressing her lips to his and forgetting herself for a few seconds before pulling back, her face hot.
“Clint! To what do I owe this surprise?”
“Move in with me.”
He hadn’t meant to ask it like that, so blunt and harsh. But he couldn’t wait anymore and it sort of just came out when he opened his mouth. Surprise on her face, her eyes widening for a moment before that smile splits her face again, the one she has only for him.
“When can I get my things?”
They get married exactly 1 year from the day they met.
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“Poppy! What are you doing?” Clint rushes into the kitchen, quickly snatching the knife Poppy was using to spread peanut butter on her sandwich. 
“Clint, I’m pregnant, not sick. I can do it myself.”
“The doctor said to rest.”
She smiled, a soft smile and squeezed his bicep. “The doctor said for me to relax the last 2 months. Not stay in bed entirely.”
Clint sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Just..let me do things for you, ok? Have a seat on the couch and I’ll bring your food.”
Poppy looks like she wants to argue for a moment, but then gives in, tossing her hands in the air before heading into the living room. 
“And don’t forget the-”
“Apples. I got it, Poppy.”
Clint arranges 2 peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and some apple slices on a plate, also grabbing a glass of water to set on the coffee table in front of her. She reaches for the plate with grabby hands, smiling and shifting her weight as she settles in, making light work of the food before downing half the glass of water. 
“Thanks, babe.”
Clint puts his arm around her shoulders and kisses her head. “Anything for you.” He shifts a little. “You need a foot massage?”
“The day I turn down a foot massage, just know I’m a clone.”
Clint chuckles as he helps Poppy turn, laying back on the couch, her head on the arm. He takes one of her feet in his hands and starts to work them, spending extra time on the knots and sore spots. The sounds Poppy makes has him shifting in his seat, his hands starting to work up her legs. He gets to her upper thighs, leaning down to press kisses along her inner thigh before she gently grabs his wrist. 
“Hey now, that’s what put this here,” she gestures to her belly. 
Clint presses another kiss to her inner thigh, higher up this time, listening as her breath hitches. “Well then, let me help you relax.”
Clint spends the next hour buried between her legs, Poppy’s fingers twisting in his hair, his fingers digging into her legs as she chants his name over and over and he thinks this would be the perfect way to go: smothered between his wife’s thighs.
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“And that makes the last payment! Will you be taking home the crib today, sir?”
Clint puts his wallet in his pocket, nodding to the cashier. “I’ve got my truck out front.”
“Let me call for some help.” The cashier leans over her mic and asks for someone named John to come to the front for customer assistance. She makes idle chit chat with Clint, asking how his wife is doing so close to her due date.
“She’s stubborn and better be sitting her ass down and letting me take care of her,” Clint chuckles along with the cashier. 
“Don’t be too hard on her. She is fighting that nesting urge. It’s hard to resist, trust me!”
John comes up and takes the other end of the large box that contains a beautiful wooden crib that Poppy had laid eyes on months ago, determined to have that exact one for their baby. Clint had put it on layaway that same day, making sure he’d pay it off in time to assemble it before the baby’s arrival. He thanks John and takes off, glancing in the back at the box and smiling a little, already envisioning Poppy’s ecstatic face when she sees what he’s brought home. He turns onto their gravel drive, pulling into his parking spot and shifting the truck to park. He glances up at the house before reaching for the handle and freezes.
The door is cracked open. 
It’s very unlike Poppy to leave the door open, even when bringing in groceries. Clint’s eyes remain glued to the door, but he leans over to open the glovebox, carefully extracting the handgun he had stashed there. He checks the make sure it’s loaded before getting out of the truck, cautiously moving towards the front door, his stomach twisting tighter and tighter the closer he got. 
There were wood chips on the front step, an indication that this was not simply a case of forgetting to close the door. Someone had broken in. Gently, he pushes the door open, waiting a moment and hears nothing. He steps inside, gun raised and ears on high alert for anything, any sound. The main hall and living room are empty, aside from furniture tossed about, some of it destroyed. But as he cuts through the dining room just about to reach the kitchen, his boot slips and he looks down, choking back the fear and panic that immediately threatened to take him over.
Blood. 
He pushes into the kitchen, eyes roaming around at the mess and then he steps around the island, dropping to the floor and tossing the gun aside. 
“Poppy? Oh God Poppy? Can you hear me?” He cradles her head in his lap, tears flowing down his cheeks. Her color is pale and he can’t tell where the blood is coming from exactly. But then she blinks and he lets out a choking cry as she looks at him.
“Hey baby! Don’t move. I’m gonna call someone.”
“C…Cl…Clint…” Her words are choked and he can tell she’s holding back tears.
“Ssshh don’t talk, baby. You’ll be alright. I’m here now.” He reaches up on the counter, hand tapping around and landing on the phone before pulling it down to him. He quickly dials 9-1-1, barking at the responder to send an ambulance immediately before Poppy calls his name again and he drops the phone.
“They’re coming, Poppy. Just hold on.”
“Clint…I…I love you.”
“Hey now, none of that. You’re going to be ok, you hear me?” His throat is tight, his stomach churning as he pets her head, wiping the blood onto his pants. 
“Please..be happy. I want…want you to be..be happy.”
“I will be happy because you’ll be here with me.” He cradles her head in his lap, the tears falling harder and she reaches up, a wavering hand smeared with blood that she places on his cheek. Their eyes meet and in them he can see her resolve, her sorrow not for her own life but for him, for not being able to be here for him.
“Be happy, Clint. Have..have a good life. I can’t wait-” she gasps and closes her eyes for a moment before blinking them open and he can already see the glossiness in them. “-can’t wait to hear..all about it. I…I love you, Clint.” 
He swallows hard. “I love you too, baby.”
She smiles, one last time before she slumps, the light in her eyes that hard brightened his life gone, snuffed out too soon. Clint wails, yells, screams, and sobs into the empty house, holding her close. The pain is too loud, too raw and real, threatening to overtake him. But then people are in their house, his house, trying to take her from him. He fights back, yelling and screaming they can’t take her from him, and then he feels a sting in his neck before the world blacks out around him. 
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It’s a bright and sunny day, the sky a vibrant shade of blue, and just the right amount of fluffy, white clouds in the sky. Poppy would call it the most perfect of days, warm but not too warm, the perfect day to spend outside. 
Clint blinks in the sunlight as he watches them lower 2 caskets into the ground, one considerably smaller than the other, the priest saying some sort of prayer over them as the people gathered around shed their tears. Clint picks up a handful of dirt, holding it in his hand for a few moments while he stares down at the wooden boxes that contain his family, his future, all taken from him in the blink of a violent eye. He always thought he’d be the one to go out that way, in a bloody mess. But not them. They didn’t deserve this.
Clint tosses the dirt on the caskets and steps back, letting her parents toss handfuls on top as well, not really hearing them when they bring him in for a hug and mumble something about coming over for dinner. He doesn’t hear any of them as they file past him, patting his shoulder, telling him if he needs anything to just call. That they were all here for him. But what he needs the most, they can’t provide. No one can bring them back, bring her back.
Clint returns home, skipping the wake at her parents’ house for some quiet contemplation. The house is nearly silent, only the clock on the wall and the hum of the appliances make any sort of noise. Clint sits at the little table they had in the kitchen, staring down at the floor where he had held her for the last moments of her life. 
He had cried so much since then, wailing and screaming at the world, begging whomever is listening to take him instead, that he would gladly switch places with them, give up his sorry life for them to have a chance. But of course, nothing happened besides his throat hurting, his eyes stinging from overuse. 
But as he stares at the floor, depression and sorrow washing over him, a small thought ticks at the back of his head. He initially had thought it was a random break in, not all uncommon in Oakland. But when he had picked up the pieces of his broken life, he had noticed that nothing had been missing. All of Poppy’s jewelry, despite most of it being costume jewelry, was still there, so was the tv and pretty much everything else. It hadn’t clicked then, too preoccupied in his immediate grief to really think. 
This wasn’t a random act of violence. This was targeted. This was specific. This was for him. 
Clint hates himself anew, burying his face in his hands at the idea of him being the cause of their death. But then it hits him, washes over him and changes his purpose. Once it was to take care of her, of his family, but that had been ripped away and so had his future, his purpose. 
Vengeance. 
He had nothing left to lose. Nothing that anyone could possibly take from him. So why not go out in a blaze of violence, taking down everyone that was connected to his wife and child’s death.
Clint pushes his sorrow aside, locking it away gently as he gets to work locating those who would soon meet their day of judgement.
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Several months later…
Clint sits in his truck, staring at the entrance to a seedy bar, watching a few wayward souls enter, one punching the other in the arm before the door closes behind them. He glances down at the paper in his hand, triple checking that he had the address right. He takes out a lighter and burns the paper, waiting until the last embers fade out before getting out of his truck and heading inside. 
He sits at the bar and orders a drink, taking a few sips before flagging down the bartender again, asking him if he recognizes a few names. The bartender, a middle aged man with eyes that had seen war, stares at him for a few moments before nodding towards a corner, a small group of men standing around the pool table. Clint thanks the bartender, leaving a large tip on the counter before turning in his stool to watch the men. There were 4 of them and they were already towing the line between buzzed and drunk, slightly stumbling around before taking their shots. 
Clint moves silently over, quietly sliding his blade into 2 of them, not waiting for their bodies to crumble to the floor before the other two even noticed he was there. One tried to swing at him, which he dodges easily, his blade quieting the man’s movements. The last guy, Rick, backed into a corner, desperately fumbling with something he had in the back of his pants, presumably a gun. Clint takes 2 large steps towards him, a second too late to see the man stop searching for the gun and grab a knife instead, swinging it wide and slicing into Clint’s side.
Clint stumbles, grunting for a moment before straightening up, dodging the man’s swings, ignoring the yelps from the other bar patrons as Rick swings wildly, knife cutting into the air just in front of Clint. He gets a few more blows in, pain searing into Clint before he grabs Rick’s wrist, turning it with a crack, Rick yelping in pain as his knife drops to the floor. Clint gets his knife to Rick’s side, pinning him against the wall.
“You killed my family.”
“Wh..what?”  
Clint presses the knife a little harder and Rick grunts in pain. “You killed my family.”
“Look look look. I don’t know who you are, man!” Another small push and Rick yelps again. “Can you be more specific?”
Clint glares at him. “In my kitchen. Woman. Pregnant.”
The color seems to drain from the man’s face as he recognizes the situation. “Oh..oh..well, listen, we were just given’ the assignment, right? No hard feelings. We were just doing what we were told!”
“Who told you?”
“Ah, look man. I can’t just-” Clint pushes the knife further, feeling warmth start to seep out around the knife. “-ok ok! Fuck, stop! I’ll tell you!” He whispers a name to Clint, a name that sounded vaguely familiar. Frances Stokes. He thinks he’s worked with him before.
“Is that all?” Clint barks out.
Rick furiously nods his head. “Yes, yes!”
“Thanks.” Clint drives the knife further in and up, waiting for Rick to slump over. But when he turns around, the barrel of a gun is pointed at him, the bartender obviously nervous.
“Get out of here, man! Just go!”
Clint doesn’t need telling twice. He doubts anyone in here will say anything, each of them involved in their other dark dealings to be in a place like this. Clint makes it to the front door, stumbling out onto the sidewalk, his hand clutched to his side. He glances down at his hand, seeing the crimson shine in the street light. He glances up and for a moment is transported: a woman, the same hair as Poppy’s stares back at him, only a few feet away, eyes wide as she takes him in. 
“Look out!” She yells at him, just in time for Clint to turn, stopping the man that had been running up behind him with a fist to his stomach. They both fall to the ground, rolling and punching before Clint gets on top, letting his fists fly as the guy’s head slams against the pavement. Clint shifts off of him, turning to see the woman still there, her hair like a shining beacon before he feels himself falling backwards, the blackness swallowing him.
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Sunlight warms his face and for a moment, Clint feels transported. Like he was at home, safe in his bed with-
He blinks awake, reality slamming into him as he remembers punching the guy out before blacking out. His head feels like it’s splitting in 2, and his side hurts bad, like he had been stabbed - wait. He had been stabbed. He tries to sit up, groaning and laying back down when his head felt like it was splitting open.
“Hey, he lives! I wouldn’t sit up just yet.” 
Clint blinks rapidly a few times, the disembodied voice trying to permeate its way into the meat that is his brain right now. But then a person moves into his vision and it all comes flooding back: the woman from outside the bar. The one with hair just like Poppy’s.
“Where..” Clint coughs, just realizing how dry his mouth is. 
“Take it easy. I have some water here with a straw.” The woman grabs a cup off the side table and holds it next to him, pinching the straw inbetween her thumb and pointer finger so it stays in place. Clint debates for a moment on taking the drink from a stranger, but then again, if she had wanted to kill him, she’d have left him on that sidewalk. So he takes a few greedy sips before she pulls the straw from his mouth.
“Take it easy. Small sips.”
“Throat..dry.”
“Yeah, I know. You’ve been out for 2 days. But you have to take small sips so you don’t overload your system.”
Clint nods and the straw returns. He does as she says and realizes she was right. She sets the cup back on the side table.
“Where am I?” Clint lets out a small cough.
“You’re at my apartment. I couldn’t just leave you there, not after you took care of that man.”
The man. Right. “He ok?”
“I shouldn’t have bothered checking him, not after he nearly attacked me, but I’m a nurse and I took an oath so,” She gestures vaguely around the room. “He died on the sidewalk.”
Well that’s one less thing he has to worry about. “You don’t seem shaken about that.”
Her eyes go somewhere else for a moment before she blinks. “I’m no stranger to death.”
Silence rules the room for several long moments. 
“Are you hungry? I have some pain pills but we should get some food in you too. I also have some clean towels and clothes in the bathroom if you’d like to shower.”
“I think food sounds good.”
She nods and heads out of the room, distant sounds coming from the kitchen. Clint looks around the room. It was obviously her bedroom, sparsely decorated but a few photos of presumably family sit in frames on her dresser, as does an empty vase. She has a random poster on the wall, a movie poster for The Thing. The blanket he has is soft and light blue, but not frilly like he’d expect. But it is warm and comforting. She comes back in with a tray, a bowl of vegetable soup and a grilled cheese sandwich sitting on it, a glass of water off to the side. She places it on the dresser and walks to him. 
“Let me help you sit up.”
“Oh, I don’t want to mess your sheets up.”
She waves her hand. “Don’t worry about it. I can always get new sheets.”
She helps him sit up, Clint holding his head for several moments before the searing pain abates. She puts the tray over his lap, tapping on the tray next to 2 small pills. “Make sure to take those now and eat some food after. I’ll let you eat.”
Clint reaches for the pills. “Thanks, Flo.”
She cocks her head and looks at him. “Flo?”
Clint pops the pills in his mouth, taking a few more sips of water to swallow them with, hoping they act fast. “Yeah. Like Florence Nightingale. The nurse?”
She smiles and tells him her name. “But Flo. I like it.”
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That night, Flo insists he takes her bed again, that he needs the space to recover. He tries to argue but she’ll have none of it, promptly telling him goodnight and to yell if he needs anything before closing the door most of the way. 
The pain in his side keeps him from getting a good sleep, pain throbbing out from the wound Flo had stitched up. He didn’t want to bother her, he could just grunt through it, but then she was there, softly pushing the door open and rubbing sleep from her eyes. 
“Fuck, didn’t mean to wake you, Flo.”
She yawns and stretches, her sleep shirt lifting a little and exposing a sliver of skin. “You didn’t. I have to get up for work anyway. But I can see you’re in pain. The meds not working?”
He shakes his head. “Not really.”
“That happens sometimes when you gain consciousness. Give me a minute.” She disappears into the other room and returns a few minutes later, some scrubs tossed quickly on. She has a small pill bottle in her hand and she shakes one out, handing it to Clint.
“You can have one of these now but not another until I get home, ok? It’s pretty strong so don’t go mixing it with alcohol or anything.”
Clint nods. “Got it.” He pops the pill and swallows it, thanking Flo as she sets down some food next to him. 
“I’m going to be home this evening, but if you need me, here’s my work number. Just ask for me.” She sets a piece of paper down next to the phone on the nightstand. She pauses for a moment and looks at him. “I’ll uh..see you tonight.”
The meds kick in when she leaves and mercifully, they knock him out, Clint finally able to get the sleep his body desperately needed.
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Fuck, getting injured at his age was not fun. Stabbings hurt a lot more than they used to. When Flo gets home she brings him more food, then has him take another pain pill. He passes out again, his dreams carrying him to dark places with familiar violent themes. He thrashes about, trying to rid himself of the images, and is yanked from his nightmare by a hand squeezing his shoulder. Clint’s eyes fly open and Poppy is standing there, her hair framing her face. He reaches out to touch her cheek, his fingers barely touching her soft skin.
“Poppy?”
She’s saying something that he can’t make out, so he shakes his head and blinks a few times. But when he opens them, he sees Flo standing there, worry etched in her features. 
“Clint! Are you with me?”
He puts his hand to his head and nods. “I…I think so.”
She puts her hand on his chest, trying to help him slow his breathing. “Are you ok? You were making a lot of noise.”
“Oh. I’m sorry.”
“No, don’t be. Are you ok?”
He takes a moment, his head still foggy. “I…will be. I think.”
She stands there for another moment. “Who’s Poppy?”
Clint's eyes harden as he glares at her. “What did you say?”
Flo pulls her hand back, regret in her eyes. “Poppy. You were calling her name. Is it someone I can call for-”
“NO! Don’t ever say that name again! Get out!”
Flo nods and leaves the room, closing the door behind her. Tears immediately fall down his cheeks and he buries his face in the pillow, remembering the first and last time he’d seen Poppy.
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It was nearly a week before he could tolerate not being on those heavy pain meds. Basic ones now worked just as well and his head started to clear. He was having flashes of memories from the week but nothing concrete. He did feel like he needed to apologize to Flo but for what, he couldn’t clearly remember.
Clint walks to the kitchen, the movement feeling good. He puts together a dinner of sorts, random things he can find in Flo’s fridge that seems to just have ingredients, nothing premade. He just sits on the couch, taking a bite of a sandwich when the front door opens and Flo walks in, gently shaking out her coat before hanging it on the hook. 
“Raining?” Clint asks, his mouth still full of sandwich.
“Oh, hey! Yeah. Not so bad here but it was pouring by the hospital.” She moves around to sit next to him on the couch, her eyes studying him. “How are you feeling?”
“So much better. I really can’t thank you enough.”
She glances down at his plate with his small sandwich. “Why don’t I whip us up something warm? Just give me a few minutes to wash off the day.”
“Oh you don’t-”
“I have to eat too. I’ll just make more.”
She made something called pesto pasta, which Clint had never heard of before. It was different but he would eat it again for sure. They watched some game show and then the news before Flo was yawning. 
“You want to take your bed back tonight?”
“No, that’s ok. You take it. I’ve got my own little nest going out here.”
Clint chuckles. “If you’re sure.”
He gets ready for bed and sits down to get comfortable. It was then he noticed that he had left his medicine in the living room. Before he could do anything, there was a soft knock at the door and Flo comes in carrying the pain meds. 
“You forgot these. Figured you’d want them.”
“Thanks.” Clint takes the bottles and pops them open, swallowing the pills with the glass of water on the nightstand. Flo turns to leave but Clint stops her.
“Wait. Can I ask you something?”
Flo turns around to look at him. “Sure.”
“Did I…did I do or say anything to you when I was on those big meds?”
Her face hardens slightly. “Nothing I’m not used to. It’s ok.”
“Fuck. I’m sorry. What did I say?”
“It’s ok, really. I’ve had worse.”
“It’s not ok to me.”
“Don’t worry about it.”
“Flo, please. Tell me.”
She hesitates a moment, her eyes bouncing between his before she sits on the bed. 
“You were making a lot of noise one night and I came in to check on you. Your eyes opened but I don’t think you were really seeing things. You kept calling me Poppy. And when I asked who she was, you flipped out.”
Clint’s jaw tightens as the memory floods back. Her hair. That’s what made him think…
“Listen, you don’t have to tell me, Clint. I just wanted to know if I needed to call someone-”
“Poppy…was my wife.”
“Oh.”
Silence stretches on for several seconds before Clint swallows hard, continuing.
“She was…the love of my life. Made me a better man. Great woman. We got married…got pregnant. And then…” Clint clears his throat, blinking back tears, Flo waiting patiently, letting him take his time.
“I came home one day and they were…I held her while she…died.” He whispers the last word, but it’s like he yelled it, screamed it. He’d never talked about it with anyone, not even Poppy’s parents. 
Flo puts her hand on his and squeezes. “I’m so sorry, Clint.” He just nods, trying not to lose his shit in front of her. 
“You have her hair. It’s almost exactly like hers. So I guess I saw it and mixed with the meds, I thought…you were her.”
Flo nods, squeezing his hand a little harder. “I understand.”
Clint looks at her, his eyes hardening slightly. “How would you understand? How would you know what it’s like?”
She takes a deep breath before puffing it out. “I was engaged once. High school sweethearts. We were waiting to get married until we were out of school. Anyway, he was taking night classes and one night, this other guy decided it would be super fun to get drunk and drive….I lost my future that night. And I didn’t even get to say goodbye.”
Fuck. So she did know exactly how it feels.
“You remind me of him sometimes.” She says it so quietly Clint almost misses it.
“I do?”
“Yeah. It’s not…it’s in your small movements, the way the light hits your hair sometimes. So..I get it. Honestly, it’s just nice having someone else here. Someone who gets it.”
“Yeah. It is.” Clint squeezes her hand back and she looks at him, her eyes big in the lamp light, the glow bouncing off her hair and looking just like Poppy’s. 
Their hands stay intertwined for several long moments, Clint rubbing his thumb gently over the back of her hand. She scoots a little closer to him, her hand gently sliding up his arm. Clint’s breath picks up as her hand cups his cheek and they lock eyes, both silently asking the other if this was ok. Clint hesitates for a moment before slowly lowering his head to hers, their lips gently touching. Flo’s lips are soft and a little more plush than Poppy’s, but her tongue timidly brushing against his lips is all the permission he needs. 
His hand slides to the back of her head, his fingers tangling in her hair as he pulls her close, his tongue dancing with hers. She moans softly, clutching at his shirt and he feels his pants growing tighter. Flo pulls back slightly, resting her forehead against his. 
“Bedroom. Nurse’s orders.”
“Yes ma’am.”
Flo takes his hand and leads him to the bedroom, the door closing behind them. For a moment they stare at each other, another moment of confirmation before she starts to pull her shirt off, the rest of her clothes following. Clint matches her actions, his own clothes falling into a pile on the floor. His eyes roam over her body before stepping forward, pulling her face to his again. Her fingers glide up the sides of his body, her warmth pressing into him and it all feels so intense, but not bad. He walks her backwards, her legs hitting the bed and she breaks the kiss to climb up it, Clint crawling over her, Flo’s legs opening to give him space. Her hands lightly squeeze his biceps, which feels nice but then the light from outside hits her hair a certain way and for a moment he’s transported, sees Poppy. 
His hips push against hers as his hand grips her hair, her heat enveloping him as she moans, her legs wrapping around him. He blinks and it’s Flo again, but as he works his hips against hers, the light catches every now and then in her hair, he gets flashes of Poppy.
Fuck, this feels good. It had been so long since he’d held someone, felt them touch him like this. He had been alone for too long, not letting himself live fully. He felt guilty, even with Poppy telling him to live his life. His eyes find Flo’s and he can tell she goes somewhere else occasionally too, his guilt slightly lessening at the thought he’s bringing her some comfort like she is him.
He can feel himself getting closer to the edge. He licks his fingers and snakes them between their bodies, teasing her between her legs. He can feel her starting to squirm, her breaths starting to pick up. Clint grabs her hand with his free one, lacing their fingers together as he pushes her hand into the mattress slightly above her head. Her fingers dig into his skin but the second she tightens around him he comes, burying his face in her hair. 
When he rolls off of her, Clint pulls her to him, feeling her nuzzle further into his chest before falling asleep. He stays awake a little longer, gently tracing shapes on her back as he thinks.
In the morning, just before the sun rises, he gets dressed, gathering up the handful of personal items he had. He hesitates briefly, staring down Flo as she sleeps. He presses a kiss to her head, silently thanking her for everything she had done for him before he steps out into the morning light, back into his life of violence.
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A Few Months Later…
“You thought you could just kill my family and nothing would happen?” Clint twists the knife he had in the man’s leg, smirking when he screams out in pain.
“N..no!”
“Then why did you come for them?” Clint taps the knife and the man whimpers. 
“I wasn’t…we weren’t going to.” Tears were streaming down the man’s face, fear at seeing the end of his life.
“But then you decided to try and find me? Why?”
The man takes a shuddering breath. “Will you not kill me if I tell you?”
Clint grips the knife and the man cries out. “How about I’ll kill you if you don’t?”
“OK! OK!” He takes another breath, inhaling sharply through his nose. “We weren’t trying to seek revenge. But then one day, we get invited to this house and get handed everything on you. Who you are, where you live, all of it.”
Clint cocks his head. “Who gave it to you? Why?”
“They..they said they would give us a chance at revenge. Only if we promise to…to take you out.”
“Take me out. Why did you kill my wife?”
The man blinks, swallowing hard. “We were told to since she was…since your line would be carried on.”
Clint had to take several deep breaths so he didn’t turn this man inside out. He still needed one more piece of information. Someone had betrayed him, and he had a strong feeling he knew who. He swallows down his rage and looks the man in his eyes.
“Who?” He grunts it through gritted teeth and the man shivers. 
“He’ll kill me.”
Clint twists the knife hard and the man screams, jerking around against his restraints. “Who?”
The man seems to rethink his situation. “The….The Guy.”
That was the answer Clint was hoping not to hear but had a suspicion he would. It was the only thing that made sense. The Guy didn’t want him to quit, his best hitman. He knew the only way Clint would come back would be to have someone take away his new life. And The Guy made sure of that. 
Before the man could beg, Clint yanked the knife from his leg and slit his throat, waiting until the gurgling and sputtering stopped, his body still before he sighs, getting to work on cleaning up the mess. But his mind was elsewhere, planning and plotting. Which is why he didn’t hear another man coming up behind him until it was too late, his body falling sideways and slamming into the ground. 
The man gets on top of him, pulling out a knife. Clint dodges as best he can, but he does get a good knick on his shoulder. Grunting, Clint throws his body weight and the man, a lot skinnier than him, gets thrown off balance. Clint pushes up and manages to flip them, gripping the man’s wrist and slamming it against the floor, the knife clattering across the ground. No weapon in hand, Clint reaches for the man’s head, but his shoulder sends searing pain down his arm. He must have dislocated it when he hit the ground. Instead, Clint grabs the man’s hair, slamming his head into the ground until he stops moving. He gets off the man and sits for a moment to catch his breath, his shoulder throbbing.
Well this will make cleaning up suck. 
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He can’t go to the hospital, but he knows he needs stitches. He can’t do it himself because of his fucking shoulder, which is just violently throbbing at this point. He knows where he can go, but should he? Finally, he gives in, knowing he has no other option. It’s not that he doesn’t want to see Flo, he does. He really does. But that’s the exact reason he shouldn’t go. He doesn’t need to bring his shit to her.
He sighs, knocking on her door. It takes a moment but the door opens and there she is, almost glowing, just gorgeous. And for a moment, he’d forgotten why he was there.
“Oh! You’re bleeding!” Flo takes his hand but he jerks it back.
“Shoulder is dislocated.”
“You’re just all kinds of fun. Come on in.” 
Clint heads inside, kicking off his boots before following Flo into the kitchen. She pulls out a chair from the table and motions for him to sit down as she goes to get her med kit. She returns a moment later and sets it on the table, moving to stand next to him. 
“I take it you’ve had a dislocated shoulder before?” 
Clint looks up, her eyes big and round and he momentarily wonders why he had left. He nods, preparing himself while she gets into position, gripping him.
“Ready?”
“Just do it.”
Flo nods, looking down at his arm. “1…2…I’m pregnant.”
“What?! FUCK!” His arm pops back into place, the initial sharp pain quieting down to a dull ache. Flo hands him some pain meds and a glass of water but he pushes them away.
“What the fuck did you say?”
“Take these. You’ll need them. I’ll also sling your arm.” 
“Fuck the sling. Flo, you’re…you’re pregnant?”
She takes the sling off the table, not meeting his eyes yet. She helps him get situated in the sling and reaches for the alcohol to start dabbing at his other arm. Clint had completely forgotten about the knife gash. But before she starts, he grabs her wrist, giving it a little shake so she’ll look at him. She sighs and meets his gaze, worry etched in her face.
“I..am.”
“Who…am…am I…”
“I’ve only been with you since the accident.”
Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. He didn’t mean to get her pregnant. Fuck, this is not what either of them need. It’s not that he doesn’t want the kid. He would love to be a dad, was going to be a dad before…fuck. He has to kill The Guy or he’d find them and kill them too. FUCK. He has to protect them. Clint is so wrapped up in his thoughts that he doesn’t even feel it when Flo starts to sew his wound, tying it off and putting a bandaid over it.
“You should be all set. Just try not to fuck with that shoulder too much.”
Clint’s mind clears and he focuses on the main objective: to keep Flo and his unborn child safe. He can’t let them die for him, for his mistakes. He will never let that happen again, even if it kills him.
“I’ve gotta go.” Clint abruptly stands and pushes past a bewildered Flo, grabbing his keys and closing the door gently behind him. It never occurs to him to say anything to Flo. She doesn’t need to know about this. About any of it. He’s so absorbed in his thoughts, he doesn’t hear the sobs coming from inside the home as he walks away from it. 
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It takes him another month to locate The Guy’s new hiding place. He imagines it would be difficult for anyone to find - anyone who doesn’t know The Guy like he does. Clint watches from his steakout point, his eyes hardening and his brain sliding into his job mode, compartmentalizing what he needs to do to protect his family. What he should’ve done before.
The bodyguards at the door hesitate when Clint walks towards them, but soon they are silenced, slumping to the ground before they even had time to draw their guns. Quietly, Clint moves inside, making his way down the hall, silencing another several guards. The Guy really needed to hire better employees. He pauses outside of what looks like a main door, listening. From inside, he hears a familiar voice, a voice that has commanded him to do so many violent things for him.    
“I don’t care what it takes, I want it done!” A phone slams down, The Guy sighs. “I swear, it’s so hard to find good help these days.” 
Clint listens for a few minutes, hearing no other movement behind the door aside from The Guy, assuming he was alone in his office. Clint takes a deep breath and stands straight, holding his gun at the ready before pushing in the door and aiming his gun directly at The Guy. When Clint enters, The Guy glances up, all color draining from his face. He was totally alone and he knew from looking at Clint that the cat was out of the bag.
“H-hey Clint. How’s retired life?”
“Why?”
Beads of sweat start to drip down The Guy’s temples. “Why what?”
“Why did you kill them?”
He seems to debate for a moment, settling on the truth instead of pretending he didn’t know. “Look man, good workers are hard to find. And you were the best. You did everything for me and so when you wanted to leave….well, you knew too much.”
“So you took out my family?”
The Guy shrugs. “I figured maybe you’d come back if you had nothing left. Besides, I couldn’t have you continuing your line if they’d go to work for someone-”
POP!
Clint fires his gun, hitting The Guy directly in the forehead, his body crumbling to the ground. He listens for a moment, but no one comes running. No one else is here. Clint lowers his gun, dropping to his knees and buries his face in his hands, wailing and screaming, as he gets closure on the last chapter of his life.
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Clint stands in front of Flo’s door, hesitating for a moment before knocking. He had been sitting in front of her apartment for another 2 weeks, making sure no one was casing the joint. But no one would - Clint had taken out the remainder of The Guy’s associates. No one would be coming for them. 
The door opens and Flo stands before him looking absolutely breath taking. Her eyes widen and her mouth nearly drops on the floor.
“Clint?” She whispers it, hesitating for a moment before reaching her hand out. 
“It’s me.”
SLAP!
Clint rubs at his cheek, chuckling a little to himself at the assault. He deserved that. He deserved more than that.
“What the fuck Clint? I tell you I’m pregnant with your baby and you just leave? Not even a word?”
He holds his hands up in surrender. “I’m sorry, Flo. But I had to…had to make sure you were safe.”
“I don’t expect you to be involved, but you could’ve- safe?”
He nods. ”Can I come in?”
She studies him, her eyes somehow seeing through him and she nods, opening the door. “Lock it behind you.”
This time, he decides to tell her everything, about his past life, about what happened to Poppy, what he’d done now to protect them. How he couldn’t let it happen again, not when he has the chance to have a family again. To his surprise, when he was done, she flung her arms around his neck and hugged him, holding him tight. He hugs her back, swallowing down some tears and melting into her embrace. It’s several long moments before she pulls back, cupping his face with her soft, warm hands.
“It’s not your fault, Clint.”
He looks down, shrugs a little. “But-”
“You can’t control what other’s do. Poppy knew that. Why do you think her last words were of love and not revenge? She doesn’t blame you, Clint. She would want you to be happy. So, be happy. Even if…even if that’s not with us.”
His eyes snap to hers and he’s surprised to find tears there. “Do you want me to leave? I understand if you-”
“No!” She grips his face a little tighter. “No. I want you here, but I need all of you here. We need it. But if you can’t, I understand.”
“You…you want me? Even though I’ve…I’m a violent…”
She cuts him off by pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “Look, I knew you were in some shit when we met. I’m not stupid. You came tumbling out of that bar stabbed and then tussled with another guy. I had to patch you up and you bled all over my floor. I figured you were in some shit. This is Oakland. But..you were also gentle with me and patient, even when I told you about my past and I thought…we had that moment and I know we were both a little in our heads during it, but it was..fuck, it was nice having someone, especially someone who..gets it. I like you, Clint. I don’t expect you to like me in the same way, but however you want to be involved in our lives, that’s fine with me.”
How the fuck did he lead such a violent and fucked up life, all the shit he’s done, and he managed to find not one but two amazing women who just cared for him despite it? Poppy never knew exactly what he did, but Clint always suspected she knew he wasn’t really a delivery driver. She just never pressed. Just carried on loving him. 
Clint reaches forward, cupping her face in his hand this time. “I want to be involved with the baby. And I’d…I’d like to see where this goes,” he gestures between them and she smiles, realizing his intent. 
“Really?”
“Really. But know that no matter what happens, I’ll always be here for both of you.”
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Clint and Flo dated for a month or so before they decided it was easier to just move in together. They found a little place for their growing family, a little 2 bedroom place in a better area of town. Clint had had some extra money after taking out The Guy (and raiding his safe) and happily moved them all in. Clint is there for every weird craving, anytime she wanted something at 3am, foot massages, all of it. He loved being there for her, talking to her belly, but also being with her. Flo was the first person to help him realize that he still deserved love. And even if he didn’t believe it, he knew that Flo deserved it and he would spend the rest of his time making sure she had it. 
Their son Christopher came screaming into the world right on time. They got him cleaned up, wrapped in blankets and a little tiny hat and handed him to Clint. He gently takes Christopher in his arms, walking over to Flo who was still laying on the bed. Tears well in his eyes as he stares down at his son, Flo leaning her head on his arm and he sighs, happy that he’s finally getting the life he wanted. 
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Wanda: If I say I love you, will you say it back?
Y/n: Sure
Wanda: I love you
Y/n: It back
[3 minutes later]
Clint: Why is Wanda crying face down on the floor?
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Earpiece Patch
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Characters: Clint Barton, Kate Bishop, Reader
Warnings: None
Summary: Clint and Kate seek you out for some tech assistance after a mission gone wrong.
Kate looked at the broken hearing aid that Clint was holding tightly and felt a little bad about the whole incident. Wanting to make it up to her hero, she perked up and bumped his shoulder. He looked at her.
“I know someone who can get that fixed.” She told him momentarily forgetting that he couldn’t hear her clearly.
Clint squinted at her, trying to read her lips but the young girl spoke too fast so he shook his head and spoke over her.
“I didn’t understand a word you said.” He said and then lifted the earpiece. “I know someone who can fix this.”
Kate shrugged and continued to follow his lead.
They ended up at a fancy house completely decked out with holiday decorations much to Kate’s excitement when she saw the glass panelled door.
“Whoa, who lives here? They’ve got nice taste.” Kate complimented as she walked up the small stairs to the front porch. “Very exquisite-hey!”
To her surprise, the bow in her hand was quickly taken away by Clint who tossed it, and his own bow, into the hedges and out of sight.
“What was that for?”
“We’re here for a casual visit. So no bows.” Clint explained, guessing that she had just asked a question from the way she frowned. He pressed the doorbell and waited as the lights flashed blue. The duo waited for a silent minute, Kate rocking on her heels.
“Maybe no one’s home?” She considered but it fell on partially-deaf ears.
Just as she was about to tap Clint on the shoulder and repeat herself, the lock clicked from inside and the door swung open revealing another Avenger that Kate was obsessed with.
Y/n - dubbed ‘the most badass Avenger’ by Kate - was holding a box of Hulk-green baubles under one arm while tinsel was hanging around their neck, a few loose flecks making it to their forehead.
When you saw the pair, you mouth turned upward into a grin.
“Hi, what an unexpected surprise!” You said and set the baubles on the ground. Crossing the threshold, you wrapped your arms around Clint first and then stepped over to Kate to repeat the motion. The young archer may have received a face full of gold tinsel but the hug was so warm, Kate almost didn’t want to let go until Clint cleared his throat.
Kate released her hold and stepped back completely elated to be meeting another hero. She was going to keep her cool. She was going to be very chill and relaxed and…
“I love you.” She blurt out.
Clint’s hearing may have been difficult but he knew what those words sounded like no matter how unclear. He closed his eyes and exhaled.
“God.”
Kate quickly tried to explain her outburst. “I mean, I love you as an Avenger! Not that I don’t love you as a person because I do but you’re so badass when you’re fighting bad guys you should do it more. Not like I want bad guys constantly attacking you or anything. I’m just going to stop… talking… now.”
You found Kate to be incredibly sweet and adoring. You had experience with fans who were very vocal about you being an Avenger. Reassuring the young woman that she hadn’t said anything offensive, you stepped to the side.
“Come in, I had gingerbread in the oven. Could use a hand with decorating since Scott rushed out to get some extra supplies.”
“Scott as in Scott Lang? The Antman?” Kate repeated.
You chuckled, sending her a wink. “The very same.”
Clint walked in with Kate eagerly following behind. It was everything she had imagined your home to look and feel. They entered the large kitchen area and took some seats at the island bench where all the decorating tools were sitting ready. You headed to the oven to retrieve the gingerbread cookies instantly filling the air with a warm gingery aroma. You carefully brought them back to the bench and took off the oven mitts, opening your palm towards Clint.
“Let’s see it.” You said.
Chuckling, Clint tilted his head and glanced over to Kate who shrugged. You smirked and tapped a hand on the bench top, illuminating the surface in a similar light to the doorbell. You skimmed your fingers hand across the surface and sent a video to the pair showing them footage of themselves at the doorstep hastily tossing their bows and weapons into the bushes.
“…ah.” Clint nodded.
Kate cleared her throat, “To be 100% transparent, he caught me off guard.”
You smirked at the young girl. “Welcome to ‘Avenger-ing’.” You then quirked a brow to your long-time friend and watched him reach into his pocket to pull out his hearing aid. He handed it over and you assessed the damage by holding it up to the light.
“Looks like someone stepped on it.” You guessed and brought it back down. Stepping back, you looked at the cabinets and opened the second last one to reveal a box. Lifting it, you set it on the bench and started to rummage through the contents for the right pliers and tools.
“I can fix this in no time.” You confirmed, your words being subtitled on the bench top. “In the meantime, you could pay me back by helping to frost these.”
Kate grinned excitably and looked to her hero on the side as if for permission. Clint picked up a cookie and shrugged.
“It’s Christmas, why not.”
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Summary: Natasha Romanoff sacrificed her life for her daughter. Now living with the Barton’s, y/n asks Clint a difficult question.
Word count: 462
Pairings: Little/kid Reader x Clint Barton / Daughter reader x Natasha Romanoff
Just pure sadness tbh<\3 (lil fluff tho)
Warnings: Death(no details just talk of heaven/afterlife)
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“Uncle Clint?” Little y/n’s sleepy voice called out to her mamas best friend“Yeah darling?” Clint asked “Did mommy hurt when she left us?” Silence fell upon the pair. Clint had hoped these questions wouldn’t arise until later but although y/n was only 6, she was a smart little girl. She didn’t fully understand death yet, but she knew mommy wasn’t coming home.
“No kiddo, she didn’t hurt” Clint spoke, breaking the silence. The crack of his voice matching those in the walls “What happened when the angels came for her?” The little redhead asked. Clint sighed. He didn’t particularly believe in heaven and hell, nor did Natasha, but he had to provide some comfort to his niece. He didn’t like to lie, but how could this little girl understand that her mommy fell off a cliff on a different planet? Maybe heaven wasn’t that far of a reach.
“Well” Clint cleared his throat “mommy had to lay down, because she was tired, and then she closed her eyes. She got to see all of the beautiful things in her life, so I bet all she saw was you” a small giggle came from y/n “when she opened her eyes again, the angels were there and they told your mommy that she had to go with them” “So she could became and angel too?” Said y/n “Yeah” Clint continued “so they picked her up and carried her to heaven, where they gave her her wings. So she could come back down to see you…as an angel. You know she’s always watching over you, and she’s always with you” “I know she is” y/n spoke, sleep beginning to gather in her voice.
“Do you still see her?” Clint asked “Sometimes” the 6 year old said with eyes half closed “what if I forget about her?” “Oh sweetheart, you’ll never forget mommy, none of us will. We’ll keep talking about her and visiting her in the woods where she rests” Clint glanced over to y/n’s closet “you want mommy’s hoodie tonight?” The little Romanoff nodded. Clint passed the young girl Natasha’s favourite hoodie. A grey zip up one, with a cat sewn on the front to cover the hole Tony had blasted through it while testing his new suit. Y/n instantly latched onto the fabric, bringing the sleeve to her mouth to gently suckle on. She curled right up into it and inhaled what little of Natasha’s scent remained on the piece of clothing. She was immediately soothed and fell asleep moments later. The spitting image of how Natasha used to curl up next to her when she was a baby.
“Sleep tight y/n” Clint whispered. He walked to the window, to draw the curtains. And there he saw it. A shooting star. Natasha. He smiled.
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This one hurt :(
- Astara🩷
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Kisses on the Temple
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Summary: Four times Clint kissed your temple, and one time you kissed his.
Pairing: Clint Barton x GN!Reader 
Words: 2,216
Warnings: injury, angst and comfort, fluff
This is my January story for my Year of Types of Kisses! I am doing a year long challenge focusing on just different kinds of kisses: you can find the masterlist here!
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One: the time you barely remember.
You held your ribs, groaning softly. You could feel the dirt and rocks and tree roots under you, digging into several places that made the radiating pain only worse.
Over the comms, you could hear Nat yell, “Y/N is down!”
“Y/N!!” Clint cried, making you wince.
“Calm down, Barton,” Steve ordered. “Focus.”
“Y/N, talk to me,” Clint said, ignoring the others.
Raising a hand to the comms, you replied, “I’m alive. Just bruised and sore.”
“They most likely have broken ribs, given the distance they were thrown,” FRIDAY informed over the comms.
“Not helping,” you muttered, opening your eyes. You could see the canopy of trees above you, the sunlight filtering down through the leaves.
It was calming, pretty, if you were honest with yourself. If it wasn’t for the sound of your other team members fighting around you and through your earpiece.
“Y/N!” you heard Clint scream, not over the comms now.
You tried to look towards the fight, groaning in pain at the movement and letting your head fall back down. A moment later, You heard knees skid on the dirt, and Clint’s face appeared in your vision. His eyes darted over you hovering but not touching. “Where does it hurt? Are you okay?”
“Everywhere, and not really,” you ground out, trying to breath normally.
“Area clear,” FRIDAY called over comms to everyone.
“How’s Y/N looking?” Tony asked, now that the enemies were finished.
“We need to get them back to base,” Clint stated, not taking his eyes off of you.
Natasha appeared behind Clint, a worried furrow on her brow. “We have pain meds in the jet until we can back. Can you walk?”
“Considering I can’t sit up? Gonna say no,” you responded, your gaze flickering between them both.
“Okay,” Clint muttered, leaning down. “I’ll carry you.”
Nat picked up his bow, telling the others, “On our way back to the jet. Let medical know Y/N is coming in.”
“I’m sure it’s-” You winced in pain as Clint picked you up, the movement sending a sharp pain through your body. “Nothing!”
“Definitely not nothing,” he responded softly, holding you close. “You’ll be okay, though.”
You let out a slow breath, trying to focus on your breaths, Clint’s breaths even, rather than the awful pain.
The three of you got to the jet faster than you thought it would take, but you knew the pain was probably distorting time.
You sucked in a breath as Clint laid you down on one of the few flat surfaced, clenching your jaw. You could hear Steve calling someone, and Natasha talking to Tony as well, but the pain was blurring any sense of the words they were actually saying.
You could feel someone’s hand on your face, stroking your cheek gently. You focused on their touch as the pain of being moved faded, letting you blink and look up at Clint, who was kneeling beside you. “Hey,” you muttered.
His eyes met yours, and he smiled, though you could tell it was forced, barely covering the worry clear on his face. “Hey there,” he murmured back. “We’re on the way back now. You’ll be okay.”
“Of course I will be,” you sighed, letting your eyes close slowly. “You’re gonna make sure I am.”
“Damn right I am,” he stated softly.
You could feel a pressure on your temple, your conscious whispering how someone had just kissed your temple. More importantly, Clint had kissed your temple.
You were unconscious before you could fully grasp what had happened.
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Two: the first time you did remember.
“So you’re really alright?”
You laughed softly from the bed in medical, trying to ignore the beeping of the monitor to your right. “Yes, Nat. FRIDAY was right, just a few broken ribs along with heavy bruising.”
“Okay good,” she smiled. “Wouldn’t want you down for too long.”
“Oh, I’ll be down for a while,” you stated, shaking your head. “Doctor wants me to rest fully, not pull my back on top of this.”
“Good, you better rest,” she replied, leaning over and squeezing your hand. “Someone has been missing you, and worried crazy.”
You git your lip, feeling your stomach twist at the mention of him. “Really?”
“I swear,” Nat stated, before glancing at the time. “Actually…”
There was a knock on the door, making your eyes snap to it.
“There he is,” Natasha continued, standing from her chair and letting your hand go. “Come in!”
The door swung open, and you met the familiar eyes of Clint, who smiled softly. “Hey,” he muttered.
“Hi,” you replied, twisting your hands into the sheets.
“Sorry to leave, I have a meeting with Steve,” Nat commented, moving towards the door. “You two have fun.”
She closed the door before either of you two could reply, only making you more nervous. Why were you feeling this way only now, after knowing him for so long?
“Sorry I haven’t visited,” Clint stated, moving to the chair and sitting slowly. “There was a...weird mission.”
“Tony told me,” you laughed. “He said they sent you because no one else wanted to deal with it?”
Clint rolled his eyes, his smile growing. “Basically. I’m the last resort, it’s ridiculous!”
You giggled softly, shaking your head. “Well, at least you’re back now.”
“That I am,” he muttered, his eyes flickering over you. “How are you feeling?”
Sore, but better,” you stated. “I’ll be okay.”
“Thank god,” sighed in relief, leaning over and kissing your temple. “You scared me.”
You paused at the action, but looked at him as he sat comfortably, his hand gently taking yours. Now that you were awake, conscious entirely of the action, you...weren’t nervous like you had been. It didn’t feel unnatural, it felt the opposite.
It felt right.
Smiling softly, you took his hand, squeezing it as his fingers intertwined with yours. “So, have all of you made some sort of promise that I’m not to be left alone?”
“Listen, it was Nat’s idea. She said-”
You raised your eyebrows. “So it was your idea, then.”
“Okay, well-” You laughed, watching Clint’s smile grow. He squeezed your fingers, muttering. “No need to call me out like that.”
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Three: when things between you started to change.
You brought the spoon full of cereal to your lips, staring at the screen in front of you as you scrolled through news articles.
“Remind me why I haven’t sued Fox News yet?” Tony asked from the kitchen.
“Because it would start a lawsuit battle that would never end, sir,” FRIDAY replied.
He groaned, leaning against the counter and facing you. “How bad is it?”
“The people who hate you actually...hate the article?” you replied, glancing at him with confusion.
He threw up his hands, moving around the counter. “What the hell?!”
You laughed softly, closing the article as Clint moved into the kitchen, rubbing his eyes. “Morning,” he muttered.
“Morning,” you replied, glancing at him.
Clint smiled almost immediately, walking towards you. “How are you feeling?”
“Great,” you stated, smiling back. “Slept like a baby, back is fine.”
“Good,” he sighed, resting a hand on the back of your chair. He leaned down and kissed your temple, making your face flush at the action around others. “We still on for our date tonight?”
“Movie and pizza,” you grinned.
He smiled back, before moving to the kitchen past Tony, who was staring at you with raised eyebrows. Your face warmed further, and you focused back on your breakfast, ignoring him.
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Four: when the kisses became natural.
It was team movie night, Tony complaints about the home theater not getting enough use from anyone finally getting too much for you all to hear. So a night was picked, a movie was voted on, and plenty of snacks were bought.
There were a two loveseats in the room, but mostly single chairs, overall more than enough spots for everyone to sit. Tony and Pepper claimed one loveseat, while the rest of the team left the other open completely for you and Clint.
You were relieved that everyone supported you both in the relationship you two had stumbled into. Natasha was your biggest supporter, to no one’s surprise.
As you settled into the seat, Clint arrived with an armful of snacks, making you giggle and shake your head, taking your drink and the large bowl of popcorn so he could sit.
“What? I get hungry,” he muttered, relaxing into the space beside you.
You threw the blanket you had grabbed over his lap, cuddling into his side as his arm slid over your shoulders naturally. “I know,” you replied, your smile wide. “How you were balancing it all just looked ridiculous.”
“Well excuse me for wanting to make sure we get all the snacks we want,” he teased. “Cause I’m not getting up during the movie.”
You giggled softly, burying your head in his shoulder. “You better not.”
Clint had quickly become your biggest comfort, and you his. After missions or on bad days, you two usually ended up curled into each other in either his room or your own, just taking comfort in the warmth and presence of the other.
He chuckled, the vibrations going through his shoulder, and you felt him kiss your temple. “Don’t worry, darling, I’m not moving.”
Your smile grew, and you lifted your head to kiss his cheek as Tony yelled, “Okay! Settle down, the movie’s starting!”
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One: when you were scared to loose him.
You swung at the soldier to your right, shifting focus immediately as he fell to the ground. As you kicked the soldier to your left, you could see Clint in your peripheral vision. You watched, almost in slow motion, as one of the soldiers around you both grabbed one of the fallen guns, turning to the man you loved.
“No!” you screamed as the shot was fired, watching Clint recoil, his free hand moving to his shoulder.
The world seemed to move slowly as he fell to the concrete, and you rammed into the soldier that had shot him. With a swift upper cut, the offender was out cold, leaving you to turn to Clint, blood staining the front of his shirt.
“Clint is down!” you cried into the comms, skidding to his side. “I repeat, Clint is shot and down!”
Dropping your hand from your ear, you cupped his cheek, feeling your own hands shake. “Stay with me, baby,” you muttered, your eyes darting over his face, looking for any sing of life. “Clint, please, please…”
He groaned under you, his eyes fluttering open and meeting your own. “That fucking hurt.”
“On my way!” Steve yelled through the comms.
You laughed in relief, ignoring the tears streaming down your face. “I need to check if it’s a through-and-through, okay? Hold still.”
He nodded, and you slid your hand along his back, trying to feel for blood. He winced as you felt liquid, your fingers then hovering over the exit would. He cursed loudly, but you couldn’t help but sigh in relief.
“Okay, that’s good, baby,” you muttered.
He groaned in response, just as Steve jumped down the staircase, running towards you both. “How bad?” he asked you.
“Through-and-through in the shoulder,” you informed him, keeping your gaze on Clint. “He’s already bleeding heavily, though, he’ll need medical attention right away.”
You barely saw Steve turn away, saying over the comms, “Get to the Quin Jet, everyone! We gotta get medical help.”
You ignored any responses, stroking Clint’s cheek. “It’ll be okay,” you whispered. “You’ll be alright.”
It felt like a blur, getting Clint into the jet and back to base, all you could think about was how he needed to be okay.
He had to be.
Natasha rubbed your back as you stared at the door to the surgery wing, neither of you willing to move until the doctor came out and said Clint was alright.
Eventually, the doors opened, the doctor taking off his mask as he approached you both. You stood immediately, asking, “Is he alright?”
“He will be. The bullet didn’t hit any major muscles or veins, Barton was lucky. He’ll just need rest, and physical therapy afterwards.”
You sighed in relief as Nat asked, “Is he awake?”
“Not yet, but you both can go see him. He’s in room 2.”
He walked away, and your friend turned to you, smiling softly. “Go sit with him, I’ll go tell the team and come back with food.”
You nodded numbly and darted to Room 2. Stepping inside slowly, you nearly cried at the sight of Clint asleep in the bed, his shoulder bandaged.
Padding to his side that wasn’t injured, you pulled the chair up, taking his hand and cupping his cheek. “Scared me there,” you whispered, gently kissing his temple.
Under you, Clint took a slow breath before saying hoarsely, “Isn’t that my move?”
You laughed, letting a tear escape your hold as you met his eyes, smiling. “So sue me for stealing your habit. We spend enough time together, it was bound to happen.”
He smiled softly, squeezing your hand. “Fine, fair enough. Now come here and give me a real kiss.”
You giggled and leaned down, doing just that, relieved beyond words that he was okay.
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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.
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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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Clint x Teen!reader - building trust
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Wow wow wow seriously you are a insanely good writer. I wanted to request a story if thats okay? I didn't look thourgh your props but could you write a story with the avengers and a villain y/n about 15 years old, if you feel comfortable with that. - @magnificentcreatorpenguin 💜
How you were caught was beyond you, you were always careful, hiding your identity and covering your tracks.
It wasn’t like you were hurting people, you simply just a common thief, but somehow you managed to get on the avengers radar and now you were sat in the holding cell, curled up in the far corner as you stared through the glass in fear.
“What do we do with them?” Someone whispered.
“Give them over to fury.” Another replied.
“Come on guys, they’re just a kid.”
“Yeah, a kid with a dangerous power and a habit for robbing banks.”
“Just… let’s talk to them?”
There was a bit of whispering and then your cell door opened and a blond man walked in.
He closed the door and sat down in front of it, making sure to keep his distance but at the same time he offered you a warm smile.
“What’s your name kid?”
You didn’t reply, you simply looked away, resting your head on your knees.
“Okay, I’ll start, I’m Clint.”
Flicking your eyes to Clint, he was still smiling softly at you.
“You already know my name…”
“I know, I just wanna hear it from you.”
You sighed.
“(Y/N).”
“Can I ask you something?”
You shrugged at him.
“Why did you steal all that money? Where did it go?”
Again you shrugged and he sighed.
“I just wanna help, I can’t help you if you don’t help me. They want to put you in jail, but I think you can be a hero.”
You looked at him before signing, making a dismissive gesture with your hand.
“Gave it to the stray kids… I don’t wanna be a hero…”
“You helped the local homeless kids?” He asked.
Nodding your head, you turned away from him again and buried your face in your knees.
You didn’t want to be here, but you didn’t want to be on the streets again, at least here you got warmth and food.
You didn’t have to worry about who was after you in here.
Clint shuffled a little closer and you glared at him, making him stop with a sheepish smile.
“Throw me in jail… I don’t care…”
“Surely you do, it’s not nice in there. Yelling and shouting and fighting, it’s no where for a kid.”
“Nothing I ain’t seen before.” You shrugged.
Clint tried talking to you for another half an hour, but when you didn’t respond he left and you though that’s was it.
It was peaceful until the next day when he came back, this time with a deck of playing cards in his hands.
“Want a game?”
You glared and him and he smiled.
“No? Okay?”
He started to dish out cards and played a game by himself and you simply just watched him.
What was his endgame here?
What did he want?
Clearly he was looking for something otherwise he wouldn’t have come back.
For weeks it went like this, he’d come by and offer you a game, and when you refused he’d play a few games by himself before he finally left.
Today was no different, he came in, took a seat and offered you a game.
“Why are you doing this?”
“Because it’s not nice to be alone.”
He offered you the warmest of smiles and you could see that he meant it.
He really was trying to be nice to you.
He started to set his game out and you slowly stood up, walking over you stood over him for a few seconds before you crouched down.
Grabbing the cards, you shuffled them and dished them out.
“Blackjack.”
“You can play?”
“Shut up.”
You played one game with him before you got up and walked back to your corner, all the while he was grinning proudly.
“Here.”
Clint tossed the cards to you.
The next day you waited for him but he never came, nor the day after or the day after that.
Lighting the cards on fire, you tossed the flaming paper across the cell with a scream.
Of course he’d leave! They all did!
The next few days came and went, and you hadn’t moved from your bed very long. You didn’t bother when they brought you food or a drink.
When the door opened today you didn’t bother to look.
“You know, you should really eat.”
You snapped your head at the voice.
He looked worse for wear, but standing right there was Clint, and you couldn’t help but run over and hug him.
He was stunned at first, but Clint smiled and hugged you back.
“Sorry kid, I got called away.”
“Don’t go…” you whispered, “don’t leave me alone…”
“I won’t…”
Clint pulled away and offered you his hand.
“Come on.”
Confused, you grabbed his sleeve and let him lead you out of the cell.
Clint was playing a dangerous game letting you out despite the warnings of the others, but he believed you weren’t going to do anything.
You were just a kid looking for a family.
He wanted to be that family, he wanted to show you the good in life and be the dad you deserved.
If Natasha could change, if Wanda and Loki could change, then you could too.
He knew it.
Leading you to the lounge, the others carefully watched the pair of you.
“You’re risking a lot.” Nat called.
“I know, but it’s worth it.” Clint smiled.
He sat you at the table and got you something to eat, which you immediately scoffed down.
“And if she escapes?” Tony asked.
“She won’t.”
The others grumbled and you looked up at Clint.
“If you were going to run, you would’ve already, right? As soon as I led you out that door you would’ve ran.”
You didn’t say anything for a minute, but then you slowly nodded your head.
“Yeah, I would’ve hurt you then ran.” You nodded.
Clint beamed proudly and wrapped his arm around your shoulder.
“See! Progress!”
The pure proudness in his voice made you tear up a little.
You hadn’t had that in a long time, and to hear it again made the happiness inside you build up. Someone trusted you, someone wanted you and wanted to help you
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paring: Clint x f!reader warnings: no smut (sorry), ER; age gap (not specified), insecurities regarding aging word count: 700~ a/n: gonna be honest with you I mostly wrote it for me, but I'll be happy if you enjoy it too <3 i have an idea for another blurb (smutty) from this “universe” that i might post tonight or tomorrow masterlist
You knew he didn’t like looking in the mirror. Didn’t enjoy seeing his reflection on any surface, especially when you were near him. You had to beg him for a picture of you together, and if you wanted to capture just him you had to be sneaky enough so he wouldn’t notice.
You knew it was lines on his forehead, the scar beneath his left eye, the multiplying grays in his beard that he couldn’t stand. Everything that reminded him of how old he was, how deep the canyon of experience between you was. Every little thing you loved him for made him scowl and furrowed his brows. 
It pained you, but you made sure to remind him how handsome he was, how safe and loved you felt in his big dry palms. He grunted in response. You would’ve been scared that he’d eventually leave you when his demons would win, but you knew the feelings you had for each other were too strong, an uncontrollable tide breaking every rational and irrational thought on its way. 
He fell asleep with his head in your lap while you were watching one of the old westerns he loved so much. His soft hair tickling the naked skin of your thighs, his brows knitted together even as he was lightly snoring, indicating the depth of his dream. Your fingers raked through the soft curls and when the credits started rolling you realized that you have been looking at Clint for the last fifteen minutes, completely ignoring the climax of the story. 
The man in your arms was a more interesting one anyway. 
Your index finger lightly traced his face. You marveled at each crease and mark, mapping the years of laughter and hardship etched into his features. You felt valleys of his laugh lines hiding into the coarse  beard that covered the lower half of his face in an uneven pattern you loved so much. With the softest press of your fingertip you grazed over the plumpness of his lips, and you smiled to yourself at the softness of the skin. Rough man that he was, Clint was kissing your chapstick covered lips often enough for it to take care of his own. 
Gently, you scratched the almost white patch on the side of his face, the most prominent one he had. Sometimes when he noticed you staring at him - for no other reason but being completely and utterly in love with him - he would turn his head as if he wanted to hide the colorless spot. 
Tears burned the edges of your eyes and you blinked them away before they could wet your cheeks. The love you felt for the man who was snoring peacefully almost tore you apart. You wished that he could genuinely believe in your affection. That you cherished the cracks and imperfections that made Clint real to you, the unique mosaic of a man who was only solvable to you, remaining a dark riddle for the rest of the world.
He stirred at your touch, his lips curving into a faint smile. His eyes fluttered open.
“What are you doing?” His voice was raspy with sleep, one eye squinting as the other focused on the outline of your form.
“Counting the reasons why I’m the luckiest girl in the world,” you whispered back, crouching to peck his lips, but missing and hitting his nose instead, making him chuckle.
“Got at least three?” His hand went up, cupping your jaw and he met your eyes. You could see the worry and uncertainty hiding behind the forced merriment of his voice. It made your heart ache, but you knew you had time to make him see through your eyes.
 “Multiply it by infinity, and you’ll get my answer.” You saw the furrow of his brows disappear, like he was surprised to hear that, and you hurried to kiss him, smiling at his content moan.
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check out my other fic from this universe CONTACTS (can be read as a continuation to this one)
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→ Pairs: Robert Downey Jr x f!reader, Chris Evans x f!reader, Chris Hemsworth x f!reader, Jeremy Renner x f!reader, Mark Ruffalo x f!reader, Elizabeth Olsen x f!reader & Scarlett Johansson x f! reader
→ Summary: You're part of the military, you've been away for a year and your wife, Scarlett misses you a lot. Elizabeth and the Og6 are in an interview with Jimmy Fallon.
→ Warning/s: None
→ Setting: At the Jimmy Fallon interview
��� Age: 30
→ Genre: [F]
Note: This is just a short story, I'm just generally bored. There isn't much to do at work so I decided to write a little something.
Masterlist(F) • Taglist • Masterlist(M)
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"Please welcome, Elizabeth Olsen, Scarlett Johansson, Chris Evans, Chris Hemsworth, Jeremy Renner, Mark Ruffalo and Robert Downey Jr.!" Jimmy announces as the stars of the night was revealed to the audience, they wave as they take a seat. "Good evening"
"Good evening" seven the stars says back with a smile as cheers start to cover the silence once again.
"It's such an honour to have the stars of the new Avengers movie here with us," cheers erupted again but quickly died down "How was it?"
"We actually finished filming a couple months ago, a little stressful but so fun" Elizabeth chose to answer as she was nudged by Scarlett, who's beside her.
"Congratulations on the new movie," Jimmy replied "but Scarlett, fans have been wondering why they don't see Y/N anymore with you. Where is she?"
"She's uhm," the blonde starts to tear up on the mention of her wife "She's currently on the other side of the world, serving for our country. She's been away for a year now"
"If she were watching this, what would you like to say to her?" Jimmy asked
"Uhm Love, I really miss you and uhm stay safe, stay strong and I need you back in one piece," She gets handed a tissue box since tears started to make its way down her cheeks, she thankfully takes one and wipes her fallen tears "I can't lose you"
"I miss you, dummy" Elizabeth said after Scarlett says her message to her wife causing laughter to erupt from everyone. You and Lizzie has been friends for a long time, childhood friends actually. You two grew up together, your parents and hers are best of friends.
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It's almost the end of the interview. You were in the backstage waiting for your cue to come on stage. You've been impatiently listening to their conversations. You really wanted to just run towards your wife but you can't since it would ruin the surprise. You were still in your military uniform. You were the one that suggested it to Jimmy, that you should surprise Scarlett at their interview. It was a coincidence that they will have an interview for the new Avengers movie named Avengers: Age of Ultron. Scarlett has been telling you about it when you two would have the time to call each other.
"Before you all leave, we have something for Scarlett and of course her friends" Jimmy said to the seven stars, who looked confused. That was your cue to come in. Once you've heard the word, Before. You started tiptoeing out of the curtains, quickly silencing the audience when you noticed they were about to scream, you put your finger to your pouted lips to quickly shush them.
"Boo!" You booed at your wife causing her to let out a hoarse screech at the sudden appearance. She looks back and at a blink of an eye Scarlett was in your arms again, letting out tears of joy. Then you felt more arms wrap around you, it was the rest of the cast that was in the interview.
"I missed you" you heard Scarlett's muffled voice
"I missed you too" you said back, putting her down "And of course, I missed you all too" you returned a welcoming hug to the six stars. You all took a seat after the nice reunion.
"Welcome back, y/-" You cut Jimmy off with a point of a finger
"It's Commander y/l/n now" you bragged as screams of your name and cheers erupted quickly at your Announcement "I got promoted"
"Well then, Welcome back Commander y/l/n" Jimmy and you shared a hand shake.
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The interview ended 30 minutes after you made you appearance to the public. You and Scarlett are now in your home, making out on the sofa with a fluffy blanket draped over the two of you. The show playing on the television was long forgotten since the two of you were busy making out in the dark with only the television light illuminating the dark living room.
"I'm glad you're back" Scarlett muttered as she pecks your lips.
"I'm glad I'm back" you say back "I'm staying here for 4 years" Scarlett smiled and nestled her head under your jaw, you hug her closer and the two of you drifted off to Dreamland.
It's nice to have your wife in your arms again, finally after a year of longing for her soft touch, kisses and hugs. You could never afford to lose her, you would tear the fabric of reality just to have her in your arms again. Yes, you'd go full on Scarlet Witch on them bitches for you wife. Finally, you're home.
Home is where love resides, where memories are created, friends and family belong and laughter never ends.
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Kate : *Does something super reckless*
Y/n : Kate, How can you be so stupid, Stop being so reckless. You need to be careful.
Also Y/n : *Does something Equally if no more reckless but In cursive*
Clint : I need a break.
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Clint (Freaky Tales) Masterlist
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*=indicates smut or eventual smut (see fic warnings for details)
One Shots:
A New Life*
Series Masterlists:
Coming Soon
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