You love who you love
I do not own The Avengers. Inspired by a still of Jeremy Renner and Rachel Weisz in The Bourne Legacy. Song-You love who you love from Bonnie & Clyde.
The Battle of Manhattan was over.
I looked over at Clint.
He was covered in blood and sweat.
After eating at Shwarma, we went back to Stark tower, complete with a Loki sized crater in the room, compliments of Dr. Banner.
Tony sent us to all get cleaned up.
I watched as Clint struggled to get his uniform off. "Let me help you", I said. I unzipped his vest and helped him take it off. "Sit on the bed", I told him.
He sat down.
I grabbed some bandages and a cloth.
His arms were what were hurt the most.
"What did you do?" I asked him.
"Crashed thru a window", he said.
"Voluntarily?" I asked.
He nodded.
"Oh Clint, what am I going to do with you?" I asked him.
He laughed, but hissed when I placed the cloth on his neck below his ear. I slowly cleaned the blood away.
Clint's eyes locked on mine. He put his hand on my neck and slowly pulled my face closer to his.
Finally, our lips touched.
I placed my other hand on his cheek.
He pulled back, but his lips were still touching mine. "You have no idea how much I've wanted to do that", he said, his deep voice sending shivers down my spine. His lips making mine tingle with every word he said.
"I was so scared", I told him, "Knowing that Loki took you and was controlling you. I'm just thankful you didn't hurt Natasha".
"She hurt me more than I hurt her", he said, chuckling.
"I heard about that", I told him.
Clint kissed me again, before completely pulling away. "To answer your question, love me and fix me", he said.
"I'll always fix you Clint", I told him.
"Do you remember how we met?" he asked.
"How could I forget?" I said.
*5 years ago*
My father was a S.H.E.I.L.D. agent.
Of course, at 16, I didn't know what that was.
My father went rogue and some people were sent to kill him.
Of course, this was before Nick Fury was the director.
"Go hide in the closet in your room", my father told me. He loaded his gun and yelled, "Go!"
I hid in the closet and heard shots fired.
The closet doors were flung open.
A man with a bow and arrow stood there.
I opened my mouth to scream.
"Shh", he said, "I'm part of the good guys. Now, I'm going to go downstairs. Stay here. I'll protect you. I promise".
I didn't hear anything.
He came back up the stairs. He put his hand out and helped me up.
We went outside.
"Get down", he said, aiming his arrow for the house. He let go and covered my body with his.
The house exploded.
I hid my face in his chest.
He pulled back a little and my eyes met his.
I stared up into his blue ones. I knew he would protect me.
"I'm Clint Barton a.k.a. Hawkeye", he said.
"Liliana", I told him.
He smiled at me. He went to move, but hissed.
I noticed a piece of wood stuck in his shoulder. I flipped him on his back and pulled it out.
Clint started feeling the pain. "Damn that hurts", he said.
"Stay with me", I told him. I ripped part of my shirt and took off his vest. "I'll fix you, don't worry", I told him. I tried not to blush as I wrapped the cloth around the wound. I tied it tightly and heard him take in a quick breath. "I'm sorry", I said.
"It's fine. I've had worse", he said.
*present*
"You could've left me to die", I told him.
"You love who love", he said.
I looked him in the eyes and said, "I love you too Clint Barton".
We sealed our love with a kiss.
Clint had a wild side. He would disobey orders if he thought it was the right thing.
That's what made me love him.