A/N: In this fanfiction Clint is not married, nor has he ever been. Tony is Hermione's uncle, instead of father like my other stories. It's my first Clint / Hermione crossover. I hope you like it.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything.

My Witch

She was laying in the center of her room, with the lights all out, as she stared at her ceiling. Her wand was beside her, a sign she was comfortable in her place, and was feeling safe in the tower. "Lay down, or get out Clint," she wasn't even looking at him, as the marksman listened, laying beside her to look at the ceiling, "I love looking at the stars, we had an enchanted ceiling, in the dining hall of my old school. I use to love looking up at the ceiling, and being able to see the stars, while I ate dinner."

He rolled onto his side, so he could get a better look at the witch, and looked down at her, "Where is Tony, and Pepper?"

"Spontaneous get away to Paris," She answered, as she reached her had up, to cup his cheek, "Tasha?"

"Out with Roger's, dancing I believe," He answered, as be began kissing her palm, till he reached her shoulders.

The witch blushed, as she turned towards her doorway, where one of her friends was standing, "Hello Bruce, did you need anything?" She smiled at her friend.

"Was looking for you two, to see if you wanted to grab a bite, I think I rather eat alone actually," He winked as he left the couple alone, shutting the door behind him.

Clint chuckled, as he got to his feet, and than helped his companion to hers, "How are you feeling by the way?"

"I feel great, as usual after lunch with Deadpool," She answered, thinking of the regenerating friend, "He actually shared his chimichanga's, as we sat on to top of the Brooklyn Bridge."

"He never shares his chimichanga's." Clint pointed out, as he wrapped his arm around the witch, and they headed towards the lounge.

He's fascinated with me being a witch," Explained the young woman, as she sat on the cushion, "Want to order some take out?"

"How about we go to my floor, and I can show you how much I love you, than we can go to that pizza place you like," The archer reached out his hand, and pulled her back to her feet, wrapping his arms around her waist.

"I do like that pizza," Hermione smiled, as she allowed herself to be lead to the elevator, "Sounds good to me."

"I thought it might," Clint smiled, as he wrapped his arms around his witch.

He loved when Tony was out of town.

A Couple Hours Later

Clint woke up to find his witch sleeping beside him, wearing the shirt he had on earlier. He leaned down to kiss her exposed neck, "We need to eat."

"I need to sleep," Mumbled the young woman, as she pulled the covers, to under her chin.

"How about I go get the pizza, and bring it back here for us, than you could sleep a little longer," Suggested her lover, as he ran his fingers through her hair, loving having her in his bed.

She rolled onto her back, and gave a sleepy smile, "I would like that, thank you."

"Can I ask you something first," Asked the archer, as he rested his hand on her hip.

"Anything."

"How about we get our own place together, just the two of us," He brought his lips down to hers, and smiled as she wrapped her arms around his neck, "That way we have more privacy, and won't have to worry about Tony interupting us, whenever we're alone for more than an hour."

"I would love to move in with you, Clint," The witch smiled, as she stared into her lover's eyes.

"Good than we'll start looking," Clint smiled as he made eye contact with his lover, enjoying having her in his arms, "Suddenly, I am not that hungry."

"It's open twenty-four-seven anyways, so we have plenty of time," Reminded the young woman, leaning back in for another kiss, "I'm not tires anymore either."

She loved there time alone.

A/N: I don't know when I will have another chapter, but I hope you like this chapter. I wrote this a while ago.