Author's Note: Ok so this started out as an unfinished Clint Barton/Reader insert story that Ozhawk gifted to me for my birthday. After some discussion with her I decided to retweek her work to turn it into a Clint Barton/Laura Bartonorigin story.

Many thanks to Ozhawk for being an amazing Beta and helping me out with this. This chaoter is also definitely NSFW.


Knock, knock. Laura stilled in her bedroom, she wasn't a hundred percent sure whether or not she'd heard what she thought she'd heard. It was eleven o'clock at night and she sure as hell wasn't expecting anybody. Padding silently on bare feet along the polished hardwood floors of her hallway as she reached the front door Laura was just about to brush it off as hearing things when a sudden pounding caused her to jump and let out a muted squeak.

"Who is it?" Laura called, rising onto her tiptoes to squint through the peephole, but it was a miserable foggy night and the bulb in the porch light was out so she couldn't make anything out.

"A far traveller," the words made Laura freeze up.

"And where have you come from, far traveller?" She gave the response to the code phrase after a noticeable pause.

"O'er the hills and far away."

It had been two years since Agent Coulson saved her life in a busy street, by shoving her suddenly aside. The bullet that Laura hadn't even known had been fired tore through her upper arm instead of through the middle of her chest. She'd spent the rest of the unexpected fire fight lying in the street, an innocent bystander in the wrong place at the wrong time. Afterwards, Coulson had carried her off the street himself to an ambulance.

Laura hadn't expected to see any of the men in black again, but when she woke up in the hospital, Coulson had been sitting by the hospital bed. He'd just wanted to check she was okay. The debt she owed him was one she couldn't repay, so she'd offered the only thing she could: an anonymous safe haven if he ever needed one. He'd accepted the offer graciously and given her the code phrases, and honestly she'd had the feeling that he'd been humouring her and that the favour would never be called in.

"Are you going to let me in?" an exasperated voice said from outside, jerking Laura back to herself as she hastily unlocked and pulled the door open.

The man on her doorstep was bigger than her, broad-shouldered, but she couldn't really see any more of him because his face was shadowed by a black hoodie. He moved forward, checking over his shoulder, and Laura moved quickly out of the doorway to let him in. He pushed the door shut, securing the locks, and then leant back against it with a barely audible relieved sigh as he looked down at her from the shadowed hood. He had a large black bag slung over one shoulder and something long and thin that she couldn't quite make out over the other.

"You're Laura?" he asked in a low, raspy voice. "Are you alone?"

"Yeah. You're not Coulson."

"Duh," was the abruptly dismissive response she received. He seemed to also be checking her out. Laura crossed her arms defensively over her chest. It wasn't her fault that he'd knocked on her door as she was getting ready for bed. She was wearing only a strappy tank top and thin yoga pants. "You'd open your door to Coulson dressed like that?"

Laura didn't dignify that with a response, but turned and walked away towards the kitchen. "Are you hurt? Hungry?" she threw back over her shoulder. He didn't make a sound, but she could sense him following her.

In the kitchen, she reached out and drew the blinds before switching on the light. When she turned Laura got her first good look at her guest for the first time as he dumped his pack unceremoniously on the floor before reaching up to push his hood back, revealing short, dark-blond, spiky hair.

Laura's eyes were drawn first to the bow slung over his shoulder, and then to his face. The defined cheekbones, hard jaw, slightly smushed nose and slate-blue eyes piqued her curiosity and she found herself asking "So what do I call you? Since you know my name it seems only fair I get yours."

He appeared to contemplate her question, his brow furrowing slightly in what she assumed was thought before eventually his gravelly voice filled the silence. "Barrett, Cooper Barrett."

"Well Cooper, why…..why are you here?" Laura inwardly flinched at her stuttering, her only excuse being that he was so gorgeous. Filling up her kitchen with his masculine presence and – standing really quite close, closer to her than she'd realised as he unzipped his hoodie, pulling it off to reveal his black tactical gear underneath. Her gaze was drawn to his arms, his very muscular arms that were suddenly causing all manner of wicked thoughts to flare to life in the back of her mind.

"I need a safe place to hide out for a while until my extraction is arranged. Coulson sent me here."

"I, ah," Laura gulped as he unzipped the tactical vest and began to peel it off. "What are you doing?" As he tugged off the sleeveless t-shirt underneath as well, revealing a ridiculously muscular chest. Her voice had gone squeaky, and he grinned slowly, revealing straight white teeth.

"You asked if I was hurt." He turned to reveal a back just as defined with muscle, with a bloody scrape across his left shoulder blade.

"Oh." For a brief few moments there – well, Laura didn't quite know what she was thinking. "I can help you with that." Moving to one of the cupboards she grabbed her first aid kit. As he sat down at the table she opened up the kit and rifled through the contents, gently cleaning the wound with an alcohol wipe Laura then placed a dressing on it.

"Thank you," he said softly as she finished and went to wash her hands. Laura was standing by the sink, drying her hands on a towel, when he suddenly moved up to stand behind her. "You have gentle hands," he murmured against her ear, bending his head. His lips very lightly brushed against her neck, and she couldn't suppress the shiver that rippled along her spine. "So soft," he whispered huskily. "Are you this soft everywhere, Laura?"

Laura couldn't move. She was pushed against the counter, his hips against hers, holding her in place, and she could very clearly feel that he was aroused. Warm hands landed lightly on her upper arms; his palms were callused and rough but his touch was gentle.

"Cooper?" she asked quietly. "What are you doing?"

"Do you want me to stop?" he answered her question with one of his own. His thumbs nudged at the straps of her tank top, drawing them downwards.

"N-no."

"Yeah?" A hot tongue flicked lightly at her earlobe, and then his hot mouth was trailing down her neck. It was ridiculously erotic when combined with the slow grind of his erection against her ass. "You're beautiful, I want you so bad," he whispered hotly in her ear. "Let me make love to you. I wanna give you the best night of your life."

It was a mistake to even consider this, Laura knew that; she was meant to offer a place to stay, nothing more, so why all of a sudden she was contemplating falling into bed with a complete stranger, albeit a seriously hot stranger, was beyond her. Yet it had been so long since any man had piqued her curiosity and hunger.

"Yes," she gasped out, and a moment later his hands were on her breasts, plucking her tank top down further and rolling both nipples in his strong fingers.

"Christ, look at you. You have gorgeous boobs," he muttered hoarsely, and suddenly she was done with this not getting to see him shit. Laura pushed back against him with her ass, getting enough room to spin around and put her arms up around his neck. He grinned, and then frowned, the height differential annoying him, so he picked her up with his hands on her ass and set her on the kitchen counter, standing between her knees, pulling her hips forward so he could grind against her groin.

It was an even more intimate position than when he'd pressed up against her by the sink; he was visibly aroused through his combat pants. Laura's eyes widened as she looked down, and he gave her a cocky grin. "Like what you see?"

"Yeah…" she was still staring, impressed, when his hands ran gently into her hair, caressing the long strands, before he tilted her head up and pressed his mouth to hers.

He kissed wonderfully, his mouth hot and searching, his tongue duelling masterfully with hers, and she was so caught up in the kiss that she didn't even notice that he'd pulled her top up until he broke the kiss for a moment to bring it over her head. And then suddenly both of them were topless.

"Beautiful," he breathed, eyeing her breasts. And then he looked her in the eye, his slate-blue eyes blown with lust, just a narrow ring of colour around the black pupils. "You want this? Because I want to fuck you so bad right now."

"Yes," was about all Laura could manage to choke out, and then he was pulling her off the counter, dragging her yoga pants down, and letting out a choked groan when he realised that she wasn't wearing any panties underneath.

"Fuck, look at you!" he dropped to his knees right there on the kitchen floor, pushing her back against the counter again. "I've gotta have a taste."

He had a beautiful mouth, and watching him lick his lips as he eyed her suddenly had her getting very wet between her legs. He leant in, scenting her arousal, and then he grinned wickedly and put his hand behind her knee, lifting it over his shoulder so she was wide open to him.

Laura knew she should be embarrassed, that this should feel so dirty, but then his tongue was on her, in her, slurping and suckling, low moans coming from his throat. She had to brace her hands on the counter behind her to keep herself upright, and frankly she just totally didn't care about anything but the feel of his mouth right at that moment.

"You like that?" He pulled back and looked up at her, his lips and chin shiny and slick. "You taste fucking amazing, Laura," he said softly, sliding his hands up her legs.

"Shut up," suddenly she felt a bit more in control, "and have some more, then." Laura put one hand to his short blond hair and pulled him back in to her. He laughed, a low rumble of laughter that sent a shiver running through her, and came willingly, however this time as his tongue flicked over her clit, suddenly there were two fingers sliding up inside her as well.

"Hnnn!" a low keen escaped her lips, and he chuckled against her and added a third finger. They're callused and hard, and fuck but he really knew what he was doing, because he was crooking them just right and his tongue was so hot…

Laura came so hard her whole body jerked, trembling, her back arching as she cried out. He groaned with pleasure, slurping and lapping up her juices, and then he was on his feet, dragging off the rest of his clothes, unveiling a seriously spectacular erection. Still recovering from that amazing climax, she couldn't help but stare, watching lustfully as he rolled a condom on. And then he came back, his hands sliding under her thighs lifting her, pressing slowly deep inside, a look of pure bliss on his handsome face.

"Oh, God," slipped from her lips as he drove deep, biting his lower lip in an effort not to be too rough. "Please, oh yes, oh please…"

"Gonna give you what you want," he muttered, his eyes unfocused, sweat breaking out on his hairline. "Fuck, you're so tight."

"No," Laura chokes out as he bottomed out inside her, grinding hard. "It's – you're massive!" she uttered on a moan, rolling her hips down against him, he filled her so completely that it almost felt like her first time all over again.

His low chuckle by her ear sent another shiver rolling through her body, as he rocked forward enough to tease her his breath huffing out raggedly by her ear "Am…am I your first?"

Shaking her head slightly Laura had been about to answer when his hands inched higher along her thighs to alter the angle of her hips, easing half way out of her slick core he drove back in to her with a hard thrust which drew a low moan from her. As he rocked and ground against her Laura fought through the lusty haze in her head enough to gasp out "No, but it's been a while, and none of them were as big as you. Or quite as talented."

Her grip on the edge of the counter was so tight her knuckles were going white; leaning back Laura rested her elbows against the counter, a small grin curling her mouth when he groaned at the change in angle, his eyes darting to her breasts. All coherent thought flew right out the window again the moment he leant forward and closed that wicked mouth over one of her nipples, the sharp sting of his teeth had her arching her back with a gasp.

When he finally began moving with any semblance of a rhythm it was far too slow and teasing for her liking, so as he occupied himself with tugging and licking at her nipple she moved one hand from the counter up to the back of his head, carding her fingers in his short hair she tugged sharply, her brown eyes meeting slate-blue as he lifted his head from her breast. "Harder, faster, please?"

His guttural groan at her request sent sparks spiralling along her spine, as he leant over her to fasten his mouth against her throat Laura couldn't stop the wanton moan that slipped free, between his increased thrusts and the sensation of his teeth and mouth marring her tender skin her mind was lost to the pure, white hot lust coursing through her.

She could already feel her second climax building, his every thrust stroking her in just the right way to increase her pleasure; she wasn't going to last much longer and if she didn't miss her guess he wasn't far off himself, his rhythm becoming erratic. His next solid thrust combined with the sharp sting of his teeth had Laura shattering; crying out in pleasure as her back arched. His hoarse cry soon joined hers as he sank deep and joined her in the hazy mist of ecstasy.

After several, long minutes of heavy breathing and shuddering bodies Laura slowly emerged from the foggy haze with a low whimper as he eased back out of her, his movements triggering another wave of aftershocks through her body even as she was lifted to sit on the counter once more. She watched through half lidded eyes as he removed and disposed of the condom in the bin by her fridge; when he pulled open the fridge and bent over to examine the contents she was rewarded by the rather spectacular view of his bare sculptured ass.

"Beer, pizza and milk, really, that's all you've got in your fridge?" he asked in a teasing tone.

"There's Gatorade in the door, too," Laura shot back as she eased herself off the counter, she had to hold on to the edge for a good minute until her legs decided to work; crossing to the table she dropped heavily into the chair next to the one he'd settled in before continuing "I wasn't expecting late night visitors to come."

Popping the cap off one of the beers he turned to look at Laura with an arched brow, lifting the bottle to his lips he took a long draw of the beer before lowering it a wicked grin curving his mouth as he teased "Well this late night visitor is planning to come more than once, if that's alright with you?"

Well that proposition caught Laura completely off guard, blinking as she contemplated the offer she reached out to snag the bottle from his fingers, bringing it to her own lips with a small grin she tipped the bottle up to drink.

The familiar buzzing of his phone on the nightstand pulled Clint entirely from the light sleep he'd been in, squinting against the light piercing through the slightly ajar curtains he rolled over to fumble for the phone. Flipping it open he hastily read the message from Coulson before snapping it shut with a quiet groan as he set the phone back down.

He was running on only a couple of hours sleep, not that he actually minded all that much given the pleasurable way in which he'd spent most of the night. Rolling back over he curled around the form of his sleeping host. Clint still had a little time before he needed to leave to meet his extraction team and he intended to relish it while he could; the last thing he'd expected to find in the safe house Coulson had directed him to was this beautiful slip of a woman who'd answered the door.

Clint could almost picture himself starting a life with Laura. If his life was different he'd probably have gotten up the courage to ask her out, to go steady, move in together and eventually ask her to marry him. But his life wasn't different, he was little more than a glorified assassin, and deep down he knew he had nothing to offer the gentle angel currently asleep in his arms, other than the pleasure he'd already given her anyway.

Reluctantly pulling back from Laura, Clint eased himself out of her bed and made his way out into the hall and into her bathroom, when they'd moved their escapades from the kitchen last night he'd dumped his belongings inside her bathroom first. He made short work of redressing in his tactical gear before moving back into the bedroom. Setting his gear by the door he crossed back to the tiny double bed, crouching down by Laura's head he reached out to gently brush her shoulder length dark brown hair back behind her ear. Leaning down he placed a soft kiss to her forehead before murmuring "Thank you, sweetheart."

As Laura murmured quietly in her sleep and turned her head into his hand Clint suddenly felt horribly guilty for ducking out on her without a proper goodbye. Stroking her hair gently he hummed quietly against her forehead till she settled again, the frown that had formed on her beautiful face falling away on a soft sigh as she snuggled back beneath her blankets.

After slinging his duffle over one shoulder and his bow over the other Clint paused in the doorway, midway through pulling the door shut, to take one last lingering look at Laura's sleeping form before closing the door and making his way out of her home and out of her life.