I was taking a little break from writing on The Slow Burn and just jamming away to my IPOD, reading other FF….and I saw this done on a story that I was reading in Inception's FF Archives….so, I'm giving it a try. I put my IPOD on shuffle and decided to write little snippets to the inspiration of song.

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Couple: Clint & You

Warnings: Some is very mature content of a 'special' nature. There is cussing. I enjoy colorful language when I write. There will be run on sentences and not so perfect grammar.

I have warned you.

These are not in any order. Each snippet stands alone in the story and will not be continued.

:o)

Enjoy.

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Alan Jackson- So You Don't Have to Love Me Anymore

I'll be the bad guy,

I'll take the black eye

And I'll walk out, you can slam the door.

I'll be the SOB, if that's what you need from me,

So you don't have to love me anymore.

…Clint…

I'm not sure if I wanted you to leave or maybe I was afraid of you sticking around. Maybe that was what bothered me the most. How you could always agree so quickly with my moods. You wouldn't fight me on anything. You are always so calm and in control of your emotions. You were always so quiet when I blew up for no reason. It scared me…to think you are so used to how I am.

The fractured part of me. The part of me that is dangerous. The part of me that wanted to lash out at you for everything. I hate it. I hate who I am.

I would never lay a hand on you…not even a finger. And I swore that I wouldn't. I know that I swore to you I never would. You trusted me.

So…when I was staring at you, your bright blue eyes filling with tears, red angry handprint forming on your cheek, and blood dripping down your lip…why was I not surprised. Why wasn't I shocked?

I warned you- didn't I? I warned you that I was fractured and dangerous to be around…but you never left. Not once.

Until now.

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Jake Owen- Alone with You

Don't put your lips up to my mouth and tell you can't stay,

Don't slip you hand under my shirt and tell me its okay,

Don't say it doesn't matter cause its gonna' matter to me,

I can't be alone with you…

…You…

It was something harmless at first. His hand grazing your arm as you both looked over the plans for the new mission. Surely it was a mistake. He wasn't interested in you- he made that clear a few weeks ago when you both were drunk and kissing madly by your car. He just wanted your body. He wanted to feel you pressed up against him as his lips covered your neck. He wanted to feel your bare hips pressed against his as he thrust upwards into you. Your back pressed against the cold brick wall of your apartment.

Then he would leave. Again.

You would swear you'd never let him into your bed again…or let him press you up against the wall. So, you don't. You let him shove you into the counter though, your fingers grip the edges of the sink as he plunges into you again and again. You mumble quiet unknown words like a mad crazy woman on drugs…because you are just that. You really are on a drug and you know you're addicted.

He leaves. Again.

But it's okay. Because you know he'll be back.

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Jason Walker- Down

I shot for the sky, I'm stuck on the ground

So why do I try, I know I'm gonna' fall down.

I thought I could fly, so why did I drown

Never know why,

It's coming down, down, down…

…Clint…

I didn't get there in time. I tried my hardest. It wasn't good enough. You aren't some super hero like Stark or Rogers…you are you. You are just an agent who happens to be a crack shot with a sniper rifle. You were covering one side of the building while I covered the other. I left my post for two minutes. Two fucking minutes.

I watch as they wheel you into the operating room. The doctor's are yelling at the nurses to hurry.

"We're losing her."

My heart almost stops at the words as they shove me back. My legs don't hinder the movement as I fall back into the concrete wall behind me. I'm losing her. Blood drips down from your finger tips to the floor in a neat crimson red puddle and I feel the tears slipping down my cheeks. The monitors beep faster as if your heart thinks it's a humming bird.

Suddenly…there's nothing. A long constant beep. You're flat lining now. You're about to leave me. Paddles are being pulled out from somewhere in the room and I hear them trying to shock you back to life. I slide down the wall and land heavily on the floor.

I notice your blood on my hands then. I try to rub them on my suit. I'm losing her.

I was gone for two fucking minutes.

Just two.

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The Black Crowes- Hard to Handle

Boys and things that come by the dozen

That ain't 3othing' but drugstore lovin'

Hey little thing let me light your candle

'Cause mama I'm sure hard handle, now,

Gets around

…You…

I'm being pushed further and further back finally you give up in trying to rush me and lift me up into your arms. I curl my legs around your waist and I can feel your length pressed against the inside of my thigh. I did not expect that…honestly. In meeting you…you are not at all what I expected.

Clothes are gone now, your mouth is on my breast and I moan as I arch my back into you begging for more. Your lips trail a hot wet line down my stomach as I feel your fingers slipping into me. I lace my fingers through your hair and you suddenly plunge into me with your tongue.

My moan turns into a scream of delight and pleasure. I hear you chuckle and I grin brightly in my ecstasy as you continue in your rhythm.

You definitely weren't lying. You are better than him.

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Snow Patrol- You Could Be Happy

You could be happy, I hope you are

You've made me happier than I've been by far.

Somehow everything I own smells of you,

And for the tiniest moment, it's all not true.

…Clint…

Laying here in bed, curtains drawn to a close, stale food next to the bed…I realize something. The pillows still smell like your shampoo. Lavender and hues of vanilla. I used to complain about how the bathroom always smelled of a woman. Now…I miss it.

You left me. A letter…I was told you were leaving with a damned letter. That's fair though. I told you that I had fucked another woman through a text. I'll blame it on the bottle of scotch that Stark had given me after a short celebration of bringing down a mass murder in Ireland. We all shared it. My alcohol guilt ridden mind conveyed the message to my fingers before I had realized. I came home two days later. You wouldn't answer the phone or my texts or emails. I now know why.

It's been two months since you've left.

I stared at the note on the fridge. The one you personalized especially for me. I haven't touched scotch since. It was a bad reminder. A horrible reminder.

I let my eyes flicker over your letter before I opened the fridge door to get the orange juice. Life without you was lonely. My eyes flew back to the letter as I unscrewed the cap and took a swig of the juice.

'Fuck You Clint'

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LMFAO- Sexy and I Know It

When I walk in the spot, this is what I see

Everybody stops and is staring at me,

I got passion in my pants and I ain't afraid to show it.

Show it, Show it, Show it….

I'm sexy and I know it.

…You…

I have to admit…I've found you in some pretty odd predicaments before. This was new.

The smell of coffee and eggs were strong. Groaning I rolled out of bed as I heard the song blaring into the bedroom. I was surprised to see you standing there…butt naked and dancing…with a spatula in your hand. You must have found my IPOD because I know this wasn't on yours. I grin and wished that you would have worn underwear so I could have at least put a few dollar bills…a few twenties in the band.

"I'm sexy and I know it." You sing to the top of your lungs and pop your hips as you set the eggs off to the side. "I work out…I work out…"

Your ass is fabulous and I find myself wanting to take advantage of your…situation. You turn abruptly when you feel me there in the doorway and grin brightly, red tinting your cheeks faintly.

The coffee and the eggs get cold shortly thereafter.

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Early Winters- Count Me In

Oh is this how we begin?

Flowers on fire in black and white film.

Curtains of rain on the pier, watching the skirt of the day disappear.

Caught like a wheel in a groove, I'm cranking it big but it don't wanna move.

Count me in, oooo count me in, oooo count me in.

…Clint…

The vacation is your idea. Just a few weeks away from everything and everyone you say with a grin on your face. I grin acceptingly knowing I need some time away before I lose my sanity. Work has been crazy…for both of us. You can't imagine how pleased, extremely pleased I am, that you are safely tucked away in the Helicarrier while I'm on the ground in the mist of gunfire, blood, and pain.

The first few days…you were so incredibly quiet. I assumed the worst. A vacation by the sea, in a small rented cottage like house. A perfect romantic getaway or at least that's what I thought. You shouldn't have brought me all the way to Maine to tell me. You should have just told me at the apartment that we shared. Our home. I can see your reasoning now, but then…when I half yelled and slammed the door- I couldn't.

I had been walking around the small costal town for two hours trying to make up my mind about what to say…how to apologize. How do I fix this?

I open the door, you are sitting on the couch, blanket over your legs. A damp tissue in your hand, your eyes focused on the rough water as the rain comes down in pellets. I saunter over, dripping wet, and you look up.

My heart breaks at the thought that I made you cry. I hand you the bag and you stare at me for a moment before opening it. You laugh and smile briskly. I think my heart may explode at the sudden excitement of it all. I just realized what this means…for us.

I swallow tightly as I lean down to kiss you. The small white teddy bear cradled gently in your hands. I smile against your lips.

"We are going to need a bigger apartment."

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J-Kwon- Tipsy (Club Mix)

Everybody drunk out on the dance floor,

Babygirl ass jiggle like she want more,

Like she a groupie and I aint even on tour,

Maybe cause she heard that I rhyme hardcore,

Or maybe cause she heard that I buy out the stores

…You…

This was Natasha's idea. Her fucking idea. She said it would be fun and exciting…something new for my 'innocent' mind. I hate to tell her…but it wasn't all that innocent.

He walked in and Natasha just grinned like it was planned all along. Bitch. He gave a swift nod to us before he joined Stark and Thor. Banner and Rogers decided to opt out and head home for the evening. I should have. Because the thought of seeing Clint with another woman…made my insides burn with anger.

After a few shots…maybe four or…seven…I wasn't counting. I was on the dance floor with Natasha. She was pressed up against some tall, dark, and handsome stranger who didn't know what he was getting himself into. His friend was grinding his hips sloppily into rear, his fingers painfully firm on my hips, horrible breath beating down on the side of my neck. I was almost too drunk to care. Almost.

Suddenly he was gone and I was left with nothing but air. I turned around and planted my hands on a firm chest. He looked down at me, his eyes had grown dark, and the lines in his face were present. He spun me around and slammed his hips into my butt and I almost moaned feeling him. He dipped down taking me with him, his rough fingers slipping under my shirt, my heart was beating faster.

His lips were on my neck and I moaned that time. He spun me around again and pulled me against him. My nipples were hard against his chest and he simply grinned. I felt my stomach tighten at the crooked smile. He leaned down and I felt his lips brush my ear. I shuddered. Hot hell.

"Come home with me."

I thanked Natasha five times the next day for dragging me to that damn club.

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Adele- Someone Like You

Don't forget me, I begged, I remember you said

Sometimes it lasts in love, but sometimes it hurts instead, yeah

Nothing compares, no worries or cares

Regrets and mistakes, they're memories made

Who would have known how bittersweet this would taste?

…Clint…

Should I be pissed since you started dating that asshole from the Pentagon? No. Maybe. I don't know. I should be, but I can't find the strength to be angry. I'm fucking tired. I feel cheated somehow. You told me everything would be okay. You told me that we would make it.

You fucking lied.

Or maybe I lied to myself. Tasha was right. We don't find love in people…with what we do. We love our job. The job would never leave. God, I hate you so much.

Please come back to me.

I wiped away angry tears and shook my head violently. I took two more shots of the whiskey that you left in the cupboard. One of the many things you left. I couldn't find the strength to throw them away. I stumbled back to the bedroom where I had left Tasha. Sitting down on the bed, I felt her roll over and sigh sleepily.

"Where did you go?" She asked. Her voice was still rough from sleep…and sex.

I shook my head not caring to answer. I picked up my phone and stared at the text from Stark.

'She's marrying Grant. Thought I'd give you the warning.'

I swallowed thickly at that. I've read this message over and over and over again until my eyes hurt. I tossed it back onto the night stand and rolled over toward Tasha. I pulled underneath me and kissed her hard. She moaned and thrust her hips into mine.

This would do.

Please come back to me.

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Frank Sinatra- Summer Wind

The autumn wind, and the winter wind- have come and gone

And still the days, those lonely days- go on and on

And guess who sighs his lullabies- through nights that never end

My fickle friend, the summer wind

…You…

We were dressed ridiculous or at least I was. You looked amazing in the tux. Incredible, in fact. I haven't seen you in almost two years. Your hair was just a bit longer now. The lines in your face were deeper. Your hands were still warm on my skin. The dress that I had worn dipped too low in the back…dangerously low. Your fingertips were burning holes through my back. I could feel the familiar burn moving down, further and further.

That scared me.

"This song reminds me of us." You whispered out of the blue. It startled me. I cleared my throat glancing around at the others on the dance floor. We were supposed to be under cover. I was called in to replace Natasha on short notice.

"How's that?" I said tightly, trying to keep my voice low and even.

"We met in the summer," you said with a small smile. I grinned at the sudden memory that flooded my brain. The mark was watching us now. I had drawn his attention…just as I was supposed to.

"He's watching us." I whispered through my teeth. He nodded with a smile gracing his face. God, he was beautiful. "Hurry…kiss me like you are in love with me."

"That's not too hard to do."

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