Hawkeye (Clint Barton) x Reader
You were expecting to wait forever before your partner came in, but surprisingly they arrived moments after you sat.
However, the method in which your partner arrived was unexpected. After all, crashing through an air vent is a flashy way to announce your presence.
If you weren't so startled, you would be wondering why they were up there in the first place. But those thoughts proved to be unnecessary once you realized who was lying groaning on the floor.
"Ow." Clint moaned, winded from hitting the ground.
"Seriously Clint? You couldn't use the door?" You smirked down at him, sending wary side glances at the hole in the ceiling.
"Pfft, doors." Clint scoffed, standing slowly. "Way too mainstream."
"Look out! We got ourselves a badass hipster here!" You teased.
"Of course, gurl." Clint grinned, talking with a valley girl accent. "I'm, like, totally fab."
"Guuuuuuuuuurl." You giggled. "You be trippin. I'm the most fabulous one in this room, mmmkay?"
"Oh no you didn't!" Clint gave an appalled look.
"Yes, I did." You snapped your fingers in a Z to complete the statement.
"Oh. My god. This bitch be cray." Clint raised an eyebrow and stuck his hip out sassily. "Gurl, don't make me come over there and whoop yo ass."
"It's at times like these a sassy gay friend is needed." You chuckled.
"What are you doing!? What, what, what ARE you doing!?" Clint cried, mimicking the voice and the actions perfectly.
You honestly couldn't help it. Laughter erupted from you as he began to strut around the room commenting about the décor and advertizing Mio. You weren't sure when, but sometime during the laughing fit you had fallen over on your side and began rolling around like an idiot.
"She's a stupid bitch." Clint sighed when he noticed, flipping his imaginary sparkly pink scarf over his shoulder.
"Stop…" You gasped between laughs. "Please…stop…"
Clint grinned and sat down on the floor as you caught your breath. When your breathing was finally somewhat steady again, you looked over at him.
"Dude, how do?" You giggled.
"The power." Clint replied, straight-faced.
"Power?" You asked sitting up. Clint nodded.
"Yup. The power…of sass." He responded striking a pose.
You doubled over in laughter again at the display. This man would be the death of you. The awkward, laughter induced death of you.
"Stop…my stomach hurts…oh my god." You managed to state between laughing fits.
"Glad to be of assistance with that." Clint grinned.
"Bitch." You gasped.
"Jerk." Clint smirked.
"No stop. Das gay." You smiled, finally in control of your breathing…again.
"Totally gay." Clint nodded in agreement.
"So, mind telling me WHY you were in the vents?" You asked without thinking, mentally facepalming yourself once you realized what you asked.
"Well, I saw the vent, and I had this irresistible urge to lay in it." Clint stated in a gruff voice.
"No Metal Gear Solid references please." You moaned.
"Fine." Clint pouted slightly. "Ruin my fun."
"I think I've almost killed myself laughing enough for one day, Barton." You deadpanned trying to hide a smile.
"Ok, ok. I'll admit I went a little too far." Clint sighed, throwing his hands up in defeat.
"A little?" You raised an eyebrow, grinning.
"You get what I mean." Clint huffed, causing you to giggle a bit.
"So, what now?" You asked lying back and patting the spot next to you. Clint quickly filled the empty space.
"…What do you mean?" He furrowed his eyebrows.
"Well, though it's probably not official, you're basically my partner now; if we're speaking in literal terms." You smirked. "Tony really needs to phrase his sentences better."
"Yeah, he does." Clint mirrored you smirk. "Well then, I'm your partner then…any ideas?"
"Why do you think I asked you?" You chuckled.
"Hmmmm…well, personally I'd like to get back in the vent…" Clint responded thoughtfully.
'Of course.' You thought, a small smirk tugging at your lips.
"…Wanna join me?" Clint glanced at you.
"Up in…the vent?" You questioned, one eyebrow raised.
"Yep." Clint nodded. "Up for it?"
"…I guess so." You mulled it over. "It's better than sitting here doing nothing."
"Awesome." Clint rose grabbing your hand. "You go in first. Here, I'll give you a boost."
You raised an eyebrow as Clint cupped his hands together in prep for you to step on. You sighed with a smile and simply jumped up on a dresser and pulled yourself up, looking down at him smugly. Clint merely grinned and followed your lead, landing on top of you once he pulled himself into the vent. You blinked at him.
"Well then…hello there…" You stated calmly, eye to eye with the Avenger above you.
"Hi." Clint replied, smirking. "Nervous?"
"No, why would I be nervous?" You asked, puzzled. "I was just pointing out how close- why are you touching my thigh?"
"Well…you did say I was your partner, right?" Clint stated nonchalantly. "Might as well play."
"Oh?" You raised an eyebrow. "I suppose you're right…even if it's a cheeky conclusion to make."
"Cheeky?" Clint moved his hand to your hip, leaning closer. "I'll take cheeky."
You grinned as the space between your faces disappeared. If you said you had never thought about kissing Clint, you'd be lying. Such thoughts had been flitting through your head since you two had become close. It was hard for them not to, seeing as how the SHEILD agent was dead sexy. If anything, NOT having those thoughts made you unnatural…or Tony. But what did he matter anyway?
The movement of the hand on your side brought your attention back to the man before you. You were gently kissing him back, but it appeared he wanted more intimacy.
"Nervous?" Clint asked breaking the kiss and moving to your jaw.
"No." you replied, a smile still on your face.
"How about now?" Clint nuzzled your neck with his lips.
"Nope." You giggled; the sensation ticklish.
"Looks like I've got to step it up then." Clint grinned against your skin before biting down on a soft spot.
You gasped at the contact and groaned at the feeling it caused to rush through you. Didn't expect that. You also didn't expect the bulge in Clint's pants to be there, but there it was. You found it when you rubbed your thigh against that specific area by accident. But the groan he let out when you made contact was enough to make you not regret it. At all.
You didn't regret it so much, you would have shouted YOLO in response to any internal concerns. Which is why you continued to apply pressure with your leg.
"Mmm, someone's frisky…" Clint groaned at the pressure.
"Problem?" You smirked.
"None. None at all." Clint chuckled, rubbing your side a bit harder.
You bit down a moan as he began to massage your chest. The small space was heating up rapidly as your battle of wills continued. You were all but a panting, moaning pile of mush by now, and Clint seemed to know it.
"Feels good, doesn't it?" He whispered into your ear, prompting a shiver to rack your body.
"Y-Yes." You replied, pretty much undone by him now.
"You want more, don't you?" Clint whispered smugly as he pressed himself closer to you.
"Oh, god yes." You said as you let out a breathy groan.
"Good; cause I do too." Clint smiled, kissing you again; but this time felt different.
He wasn't rushed or overly passionate when he kissed you this time. His lips simply melded with yours in a predetermined pattern gently; like he were afraid he would break you with too much force.
At first if confused you, but a wave of realization washed over you when he pulled away and smiled down at you.
"I love you [Name]." Clint murmured, smiling.
"Y-You what?" You gawked, dumbfounded.
"I. Love. You." Clint repeated, grinning.
You were floored. Not only did the man you were attracted to kiss you, but he just admitted to having feelings for you. It was mind boggling to say the least. You HAD to be dreaming…
Pinching yourself suddenly, earning a raised eyebrow from Clint as you hissed in pain. This was real. This was happening in real life and he was being completely honest with you.
To say you could not was an understatement.
"…What?" You managed to squeak dumbly as your brain overloaded itself.
"[Name], I'm in love with you." Clint repeated, the complete incarnation of patience.
"But…why?" You asked still trying to wrap your mind around this.
"Why not?" Clint raised an eyebrow. "You're smart, sassy, a great fighter, adventurous, kind, pretty; you're amazing [Name], what's not to love?"
You flushed at that. No one had ever said that, at least to your face. It was…nice to hear it up front. Smiling, you touched your forehead to his and closed your eyes.
"Thanks." You giggled. "I love you too."
Clint shifted after you said that, causing you to open your eyes. He looked shocked, but happy.
"What?" He grinned, eyebrows raised almost to his hairline.
"I. Love. You." You mimicked his tone from earlier.
"Good." Clint said, kissing your forehead sweetly. "We're on the same page then."
You laughed; silently beginning to see the appeal of air vents.
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Extended Ending
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"So, wanna go exploring?" Clint asked, glancing out into the darkness of the vent way behind you.
"In…the vents?" You quirked a brow.
"Yeah, in the vents." Clint sighed in mock exasperation. "Or are you too…nervous?"
"Shut it, Barton." You huffed in response to his shit-eating grin.
Air vents were losing their appeal quickly.
Guess who's back bechez!
It's been a long time since the last update, but there are several reasons for this. The main one is writers block. It almost killed the series.
BUT after a short hiatus from this series, I have returned to writing it. I plan to try and finish it this summer.
In other news, I'VE GRADUATED HIGH SCHOOL! :D Therefore, off to college I go! Where my projects will go from there depends entirely on the schedule I will soon be living. Fear not, I will not let this page die. But I may end up taking a break from fan fiction and start working on personal ideas that have been plaguing my mind for a large sum of time.
Anyway, just a brief update for you all! And Clint doesn't get a second extended ending because he's cool like that. (I didn't know what to write for the second one, so sue me. *shrugs*)
Enjoy! The next part is on it's way!