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Ch. 9 I Hate First Dates!
Tuesday 7pm
"This dress is cute. You could wear it with the brown leather, knee-high boots and the knit cardigan." Pepper says as she holds up a sleeveless dress with navy blue and white horizontal stripes and a wide brown leather belt.
"It's too short. It would show my scars." I dismiss the outfit, I think it's cute and would wear it on any other occasion, but not tonight.
"Well, how about this one? It's longer than the other, has the same color pallet, and you could wear the same boots as the other dress." Pepper and I have been looking through my closet for the past half hour. This is the first dress combination, I have really liked. It went down just past my knee, the belt that went with the dress would cinch in at my waist nicely.
"This could work, I really like this outfit! Natasha what do you think?" I holler out down into my living room. Natasha had done my make-up when they had first arrived, but had then relegated herself to drinking the alcohol I had stored in my kitchen. But I now hear her approach up the stairs. When she enters the room, she stops and looks at the outfit we are holding for her inspection.
"What is he picking you up in?" She asks, while walking towards my dresser to set down her glass of wine. After she sets it down, she turns toward me and crosses her arms under her chest waiting for a response.
"Umm … …, I have no clue. Some sort of motorized transportation, I assume." I am now unsure of the outfit, we have just picked out.
"So you don't know if he is bringing the Jaguar or Harley Night Rod?" I stare at her, it never occurred to me that Clint might have a motorcycle.
"No." She scoffs and shakes her head, and pulls her phone out of her back pocket. She dials Clint's number and waits for him to answer.
"What are you driving, four wheels or two?" He replies and she hangs up, and puts her phone away.
"I wouldn't wear a dress if I were you." Natasha says as she makes her way toward my closet. She pushes item after item, out of her way. Looking for something in my closet,
"You are going to need something fairly warm. When the air is whipping by you, it's going to make it feel even colder. It'll need to be comfortable as well, because you're going to be uncomfortable enough on a first date." Pepper and I were stunned into silence, not because she was helping with the practicality of what I should wear, but because for a moment she actually sounded like she was doing girl talk. Natasha had told us herself earlier today, that she didn't 'do' traditional girl talk.
"Careful Natasha, you're getting pretty close there to girl talk." I say joking with her. With as much as she has been around, I have gotten more comfortable with her and hope we are on our way to a friendship.
"The way I see it, if I help keep you comfortable, you will have a better date with Clint. He's happy, and I don't have to see him mope about because you won't go out with him." Natasha arches an eyebrow at me as I start giggling.
"You make him sound like a stereotypical moody teenage girl. I know because I was that girl." I say trying to quiet my giggles.
"I have dealt with men all around the world, and one thing I know for sure. They all act like teenage girls, when they don't get what or who they want." She deadpans, and then goes back to searching through my closet. I sit on my bed and stretch out my legs across the width of it.
Natasha finishes digging through my closet fifteen minutes later, she pulls out three separate hanger and a pair of high heeled, biker inspired, black ankle boots. I reach over and grab the clothes he has just placed on my bed and look at them. I am really impressed with her choices, their simple yet classy. A pair of jeans that had fading around the knees. A grey, white, and black fitted plaid shirt, the sleeves rolled at my elbows, but she also had pulled out the knit biker jacket I had just bought.
"If we add some more color to your make-up, or maybe some colorful jewelry, we can dress up the outfit." Pepper appraises the clothing and my current appearance, the scrutinizing look she is giving me is making me a little uncomfortable.
"Sit. Pepper's right, I'm going to redo your lipstick and eye shadow. Pepper pick-out some jewelry, for her to wear. Should she have her hair up or down?" Natasha asks Pepper as she moves my face in the direction she needs to redo my make-up. I can hear Pepper looking through my jewelry cabinet, which sits next to my dresser.
"Would a ballerina bun, or a high pony tail fit under a helmet?" I hear Pepper's voice, right next to me. Then I feel her holding earrings up to my head. "Which pair do you think she should wear? I like the black and silver enamel ones, myself."
" Ballerina Bun would if I do it right. I like those, they would work with that cuff over there on top of her dresser." I sigh rather loudly as Natasha finishes talking to Pepper.
"You know I can pick this stuff out myself. I'm a big girl, and have been dressing myself for a long time." I am equal part amused and annoyed with the two women standing in front of me. Natasha rolls her eyes and turns my shoulders so I can see myself in the mirror with my new make-up.
"Could you have done that by yourself? Let me answer that for you. No you couldn't." I nod in agreement, Natasha is very good with a make-up brush. She had done a winged eyeliner, and shades of silver, grey and black eye shadow to make a smoky eye. She had removed the bright red lipstick and replaced it with a muted rose pink color.
"When you guys are finished dressing me tonight, do you want to plan my next week of outfits?" I am stunned with what they have done in just a few short minutes. As I am staring into the mirror, Natasha starts on my hair, she leaves a few strands lose to frame my face but most of my hair is pulled back tight.
"Okay now that, you have her hair finished, she needs to get dressed Clint will be here soon." Pepper chimes in, distracting me from my reflection.
"Okay everybody out, I appreciate your help. But I draw the line at you seeing me naked before the guy I'm going out with tonight." I joke, suddenly nervous and trying to cover it up with humor.
"Wear your good underwear, borderline lingerie level. " I tilt my head a little, as I looked quizzically at Natasha. "If you wear your good stuff, it will give you confidence and allow you to be more open. It doesn't mean you are preparing to have sex with him, although if you do, you're already prepared." I nod and usher her out of the room.
Ten minutes later I am completely dressed, and even more nervous. I walk out of my room and head for the stairs, before I reach them I hear the doorbell ring. I freeze and hear footsteps as they move to answer the door.
"She's still getting dressed, so you'll have to wait." Natasha's voice is almost monotone, but I can hear just the faintest tinge of amusement.
"I should have assumed you were here when you called and asked what I was driving." Clint's voice drifts up to where I am eavesdropping, and a shiver travels up my spine.
"Pepper decided she needed help picking an outfit. And then decided I need to join them." I resist the strong urge to scoff, because she did way more than just tag along.
"Clint! I'm sure Natasha told you Iris is just finishing up getting ready. She'll be down in a few minutes." Pepper's voice is so calm and assured, it puts me at ease. I finally gather the courage to continue towards the stairs.
"Iris, you better hurry up or Clint will think you're trying to escape down the fire escape." Natasha now sounds slightly bored, which I've come to learn means she is starting to get annoyed.
"When you picked out these boots, you nixed the fire escape as an exit strategy. My heel would get caught in the gaps of metal and I would fall flat on my face." I joke as I come down the stairs. I have a smile plastered across my face.
"Sorry I made you wait." Clint just smirks at me.
"I have a large amount of patience, in a great many things. It's a necessity in my line of work." He is trying to keep me calm and winks at me. Obviously my smile isn't fooling him and he can see my nerves. My greatest fear is that my mouth filter will be overridden by my nerves. This fear is quickly realized.
"Is that patience all in the field, or does it translate to more private venues as well?" I say with my back towards him as I search for the black leather bag I know is buried somewhere in my closet. I freeze as I realize what I have just said. Pepper is giggling and Natasha is completely silent, and as I turn around I see her trying to hide her grin.
"Well," Clint chuckles, "You'll just have to find out won't you, … Darlin'" He has moved closer to me while speaking, and I can feel the heat flooding my face as he notices the shiver I get when he calls me his chosen endearment. His smile grows even wider at the effect he has on me.
I have finally found the simple black leather bag with a shoulder strap and turn to transfer some items I might need tonight. Lipstick, Kleenex, wallet with my ID, keys, and various other little knick-knacks. I turn to him and signal my readiness to leave and we head for the door.
"When you two are ready to leave, there is a spare key under the large apple cookie jar. So just lock up, 'kay." I shout as Clint ushers me out the door. Clint has already made it down the steps as I turn around from pulling my front door closed. I freeze and stare at him leaning against his bike.
"She's a Harley-Davidson Night Rod Special. Well I guess she looks all Harley, but Stark did some modifications to the function of her that you definitely can't get from the manufacturer." The pride in his voice is evident. He grabs a second helmet of the back of his bike and walks over to me, and places it on my head. He lifts the visor and looks me in the eye.
"This has a microphone and speakers, so we can hear and speak to each other while we are on the move." I nod in understanding and Clint mounts his bike and pulls on his own bike. Once he is settled he motions for me to mount up.
"Keep your feet on the pegs, even when we stop. Also on the turns lean with me, but don't over lean." I hear in my ear as I situate myself on the back. "Wrap your arms around my waist and hold on."
He pulls my arms more securely around his waist, which presses my chest against his back.
I expect for us to go directly to our destination. Instead we ride around the city and watch the light blaze by. Clint obviously does not like traffic or speed limits so he ignores both. He is zooming between cabs and busses, every time I think he gets to close I squeal, squeeze his waist, and hide my face in his back. Thanks to his special helmets, I know Clint hears me and I in return can hear his chuckle each and every time it happens. These occurrences start happening more often, I think he enjoys my reaction. After about forty five minutes, he finally slows down and stops in front of a small hole-in-the-wall restaurant. It's a small, quiet, and non-descript. Through the windows I can see tables and booths, I think I see dart boards and pool tables in the back. I turn around and I am getting ready to ask a question when he starts speaking.
"It used to be a pool hall, and they turned it into a restaurant. They kept a few pool tables and dart boards in the back. The food is simple but it beats a lot of the fancy places I have been to. They also have some original drinks that Natasha says are pretty good." He is looking nervousely at me trying to gauge my reaction and I turn back toward the building to take a second look.
"We can go somewhere else if you want I just thought this would be better than your run of the mill bar or pub. But …" I turn back around with a smile on my face and laugh.
"This place looks amazing, why would we go anywhere else?" I head to the door and Clint beats me to opening it and ushers me inside.
The restaurant has an open floor plan, and this makes it fee a lot bigger. The environment inside the restaurant is warm and friendly. Groups of people who have obviously, never met before having lively debates, about many different topics. Scattered around the edges are little alcoves with tables and chairs that allows for a more private dining experience. You can hear and see people playing pool and razing each other when they miss their shot. I had liked the look of this place the moment I had seen it, but had fallen in love with it after stepping inside.
"Clint! Where have you been? Where's Natasha?" A large man comes from behind the bar with his arms stretched wide to greet Clint. This man is massive, I am fairly sure that he is even bigger than Thor. He wraps his arms around Clint and pounds on his back in a manly greeting before releasing him,
"She's elsewhere tonight. This is Iris. Iris this behemoth's name is Anders, he is an old friend." I smile as Clint talks and extend my hand to shake his. Anders pushes it away and gives me a hug that knocks the wind from my lungs and lifts me off of my feet. I am more than a little dazed once he sets me down and starts talking to me, completely ignoring Clint.
"What's a pretty thing like you doing with a shady bastard like him?" Anders indicates Clint with a gargantuan smile on his face. I laugh at Anders, his infectious happiness is spreading through me and eliminates any nerves I had at that moment. Before I can answer him, he is pushing us towards an alcove and continuing to talk.
"I'm assuming this is a 1st date. You can't pick a better guy than this one. He saved my life on more than one occasion." Anders says smiling at me before he turns to Clint. "Drinks are on me, everything else is all you."
Clint nods and looks slightly embarrassed at how big and boisterous Anders has been, drawing the attention of the entire restaurant onto us.
"So what are we having to drink? You look like you enjoy a nice tequila, I have some pretty great tequila based drinks on the drink menu." Anders hands me the drink menu for me to look over. I do like tequila, but that will put me in an entirely different mindset then what I want to be tonight. I look over the drink list and finally spot what I want, but have to get a couple of clarifications first.
"The Cuba Libre, are you just saying it's a Cuba Libre and it's really a rum and coke, or do you actually make a genuine Cuba Libre?" Anders looks almost offended.
"It's the genuine article. I muddle a little lime in with the Bacardi Reserva Limitada Rum. Before adding in the Coke." I am impressed with the quality of the rum he is using, and nod my head.
"I'm assuming you want your usual?" Clint nods and Anders leaves to make our drinks.
We sit in silence until Anders comes back with our drinks, before we start talking.
"So you actually going to ask me questions or are you just going to sit there and stare at me?" I tease Clint and he nods.
"How many siblings do you have?" It's a commendable 1st question.
"I have 5 in total. 4 brothers and 1 sister. Next." Clint takes a sip of his beer before asking me another question.
"Are they all older than you?" I love talking about my family, and smile before answering.
"All but two of them are older than me. The two you met at my mother's are younger than I am." I can see he is going to ask me another question, and before he can ask I cut him off. "Let me see if I can guess your next couple questions. Michael is the oldest and is 35. Joshua is next, but we call him Josh or JT, he is 30. My sister Mary is 29, and is a little over a year older than I am. Then the two babies of the Family are Noah and Isaac, who are 16. Next question professions of my siblings, Michael is a doctor. Josh is an actor. Mary is a very proud stay-at-home mother. And Noah and Isaac are juniors in high school. Finally I'm going to guess you're going to ask about my nieces and nephews, which I have 4 by the way. 3 nephews and 1 niece. Michael has two twin boys named Luke and David who are 5. Then Mary has two Anna who is 3 almost 4, and James who is 18 months. Was I close?" Clint is laughing at this point and bobs his head in the affirmative.
"I guess we should go over the rest of the basics now. Favorite Movie?"
"I don't have just one favorite movie. Besides they change with the day and my mood." He nods and continues.
"Favorite Song?" I cringe slightly, knowing that my theatre geek is going to show.
"I Dreamed a Dream from Le Mis." He raises an eyebrow but continues anyway.
"Favorite Color?" I think for a moment, before answering.
"Any shade of the color Purple." Clint smiles and stares at me for a few moments before he asks his next question.
"Favorite Memory?" I start bouncing slightly when he asks this question, because I am extremely excited to answer his question.
"Any Christmas for as long as I can remember. My entire family is together, and we make cookies, sing carols, and give gifts. It's the most time we spend together all year it's pretty magical." I am smiling ear to ear, when I finish my answer. While I was answering his question, I had leaned forward and rushed through the answer with my excitement. Clint is chuckling slightly at the end of my answer and is leaning towards me as well. We are now both extremely relaxed, and having a fantastic time.
"You do know that all this information, is info you could get from anyone who knows me. I am slightly disappointed with your lack of originality." I am joking, but Clint takes my words seriously and thinks for a few moments before speaking.
"Have you ever been really sick?" I am thrown by his question. I am really quiet for a very long time.
"Where did that question come from?" I sit in my confusion, and wait for his response.
"You said you wanted an original question, and it's something I am genuinely curious about." I nod and answer his question,
"When I was 5, I got the flu really badly. I had a super-high fever, and I couldn't keep anything down. Not even water. None of the medication was working, and the doctors didn't think I was going to make it. My dad wasn't head of oncology yet at St. Mary's, so most nights he was doing the late rounds at the hospital. When he finished his rounds, he would come into my room, and then rock and sing me to sleep. He did this practically every night for about 3 weeks. I don't remember most of this because, my fever practically eliminated my memory of this. No one was optimistic about my survival, I kept just getting worse and worse, until one day my fever was gone. It was there when they took my temp at morning rounds, and then when the nurse came in at mid-morning it was gone. I was out of the hospital about 4 days later." I lean back into my chair and sip my drink and wait for any acknowledgement that he heard what I had just said. Clint seems frozen in time as he process the fact I had just said I had a near death experience at such a young age.
"So what you're saying is, that at 5 years old, you heard the doctors talking saying you were going to die. Then your fever ridden brain was so stubborn, it decided it was going to hang in there just to piss them off." I laughed at his awe stricken look, but that slowly morphed into a laugh that I joined him in.
"Admittedly my stubbornness had gotten me into a lot of trouble as well. About three months after I got out of the hospital, I fell out of the tree and broke my wrist." Clint almost immediately stops laughing.
"So your grandmother wasn't worried about you misbehaving, or you being lady-like. She was worried because you had almost died. Does that disregard for your own life, translate to now as well? Or have you grown out of it?" His scolding tone of voice almost immediately put me on the defensive.
"I was perfectly healthy by that time. I there would have been no negative consequences if I hadn't fallen from the tree. Besides all of this happened almost 23 years ago, I don't see why you are getting so upset!" The intense stare I was becoming familiar with from Clint was back. Boring into the depths of my soul.
"You almost died, and then in a remarkable showing of disregard for your own life climbed and then fell 15 feet straight down. Either of those times you could have died. And I am worried now, because it might not be rational, but the possibility of having never met you scares me more than I like to admit." I am shocked and equally touched.
"You hardly know me, yet you care so much that 23 years ago, something could have happened that would have meant you would never meet me. I don't know whether I think that's extremely sweet or slightly creepy. But I am definitely leaning towards sweet." My anger and defensiveness have melted away, and I smile gently at Clint. The intensity of his stare has not dissipated, just changed slightly to a gentler form of the same look.
"I'll just have to keep an eye on you." Clint's eyes never leave mine as he reaches across the table to stroke the back on my hand.
Our conversation was interrupted by Anders shouting from the bar, asking if we wanted to order food or if we were waiting for Jesus to return. We laughed for a little while, before we looked at the menus Anders had left for us. I decided to let Clint order for me because he knew what was good, and he ordered for me a pasta dish with a butter, white wine, and lemon juice sauce. Tossed with fresh from the ocean scallops and a side salad with a homemade vinaigrette. While he had a chicken and veggie curry over rice. The menu items were simple and varied, and I am told change from month to month because Anders doesn't like to serve the same thing for too long. We joked and talked about so many subjects from religion to our own moral philosophies. My conversation with Clint was one of the easiest things I had ever done, we moved from one topic to another with a surprising amount of ease for this being our first conversation. As we wrapped up our meal, our conversation wound down as well.
"I'm kinda surprised and hurt that you haven't asked me any questions tonight? Aren't you the least bit curious about my life, or what I did for SHIELD?" Clint is joking, I can tell by that teasing glint in his eyes as he tries to keep a straight face. But the question makes me instantly shift in my chair from discomfort. I don't know if I should tell him, that one of the main reasons Natasha had come over was that she wanted me to know what I was getting into. She had told me that Clint was a very private person, and that he may not talk about certain things right away. But she believed that I needed the Cliff's notes version, before going in so I could make an informed decision. She was doing this, so she said, so that neither Clint nor I got unnecessarily hurt if I ended up being unable to handle what he had done in the past or what he could possibly do in the future. Pepper had also handed over Clint's SHIELD file that she had gotten from HR earlier that day. I listened to Natasha and I read a little of his file before deciding to go through with the date. Which sitting here with Clint, I am extremely happy that I had.
"Natasha told me some of it, she wanted to make sure I knew what I was getting into. She really doesn't want me to hurt you." I wait for a moment trying to gauge his response, before continuing. "And … well, Pepper gave me your non-redacted SHIELD file to read."
As soon as the words left my mouth, Clint tenses up, and all emotion blanches out of his face and eyes. I realize that he now thinks that I know everything he has ever done, and extremely uncomfortable.
"I only made it through the physical description, before closing it. I felt like I was betraying your trust and invading your privacy." He instantly relaxes and emotion starts creeping into his face once more. "I want you to tell me what you will when you are ready, and can trust me with that. Although I do have one question, Natasha said something about a circus?" Clint starts laughing at my confused expression, before answering my question with a large amount of hesitation.
"Of all the things Nat could have told you, she told you about my circus days? There wasn't anything more important she could have told you?" I smile sadly at him, knowing what he is concerned about.
"Well, she told me a lot, some of which I already knew. Other things, such as the circus bit, I did not. Right now I'm fairly curious about that circus info, so talk Barton." He just shakes his head and starts talking.
" So … I'm assuming she told you about the children's home." I nod and he continues. "Well, my brother Barney and I had run away. We came across 'Carson's Carnival of Traveling Wonders', two of the main attractions Swordsman and Trickshot, decided to take us in. Swordsman taught me how to fight with knives and swords. While Trickshot taught me to be a marksmen. After a while they tried to get my brother and me to help with some of their less than legal activities. My brother was okay with, while I was not. I left the circus, my friends, my only family, and my mentors behind. I traveled around to different carnivals and circuses, I was a Master Marksmen by this point, they would set up impossible shots, and I would make them. That's when Nick Fury found me, gave me a steady job, and trained me to be a SHIELD agent. The rest I guess you know." I was smiling at him, his story was honest and told me more about what made him who he was than any story Natasha could have told me.
We continued talking about his family, training, and life in the Avengers. After that we started trying to one up each other with embarrassing stories. I told him about the time, when I was the female lead in my high schools musical. I had a costume malfunction, opening night with a packed house, which left me in nothing but my underthings. He tops that story with one about Natasha using him as a decoy to distract an enemy agent without telling him. He had apparently pissed her off, and she had decided to offer him up as bait to a rather persistent man, who wouldn't take no for an answer. We went back and forth for hours telling these stories. I had never felt more comfortable on a first date. He made me feel like I was the only person in the world that mattered. He devoted his full attention to me the entire date and I was just as enamored with him as he was with me.
"Okay, lovebirds. I have given the two of you as much time as I can, but I have to finish cleaning up so I can go home. To quote an old adage 'You don't have to go home, but you can't stay here', so pay up and get out." Clint and I both laughed at Anders who was trying to kick us out as politely as possible. Clint looked down at his watch and his eyebrows shot up into his hairline.
"It's almost one am, sorry man. We'll get out of your hair." I nearly chocked, on my drink when he said the time. I had not intended to stay out this late.
"I'm meeting my siblings for breakfast in the morning, so we really do need to leave." I move off my chair, and put my jacket back on. Clint reaches into his back pocket and pull a couple of twenties out of his wallet and slapped them into Anders' hand. They hug each other once more and we get ready to leave, when I notice that behind me in our alcove, is a dartboard.
"You mean to tell me that there was a dartboard behind me the entire time, and you resisted the urge to show off this entire time?" I joke in Clint's direction. He just kinda nods sheepishly and rubs at the back of his neck.
"Normally I would show off on a first date. But I wanted this one to be different than all of the others, so I took you to a restaurant instead of a bar, and didn't show off. I tried really hard to make this different than any other first date I have ever been on." I smile affectionately at him, then proceed over to the dartboard. I grabbed three darts from their holder, and walked back over to Clint.
"I make you a deal, since you put so much effort in to this date. I'll think about allowing a good night kiss, but you have to make the three shots I give you. Deal?" His eyes light up and just takes the darts from my hand.
"So what's my challenge? Make three bulls-eyes in a row?" I giggle slightly at his charming smile and teasing glint in his eyes.
"Nope, that would be too easy. I want one in the inner bulls-eye, one in the outer-bulls-eye, and one in the double ring in the 18 point wedge. Also I want them to all line up with each other. Think you can do that?" He chuckles and then proceeds to make every shot, in rapid succession. I hadn't even had time to blink or take a breath, before he had the shots made. Clint turns around and has an extremely pleased expression on his face.
"So, about that good night kiss." He approaches me and places his hand on my lower back. I freeze for a moment at the electricity I feel coursing up my spine, I look into his eyes as he starts to lean his head down to kiss me. When his eyes close, I lose my nerve and practically jump away from him.
"So I guess we should be going." I refuse to look back at Clint and head towards the door.
The ride back to my apartment on the back of Clint's motorcycle is excruciating. We don't speak, and we don't touch more than we have to. When Clint pulls up in front of my brownstone, he waits for me to dismount before turning off his bike.
"I'm sorry if I misread the signs earlier. I thought you wanted me to kiss you?" I look at the ground and try to avoid looking in his general direction. He dismounts and takes hold of my chin, he turns my face to look at him. He pulled me into his chest, and kept me from running away again.
"I did. I really wanted you to kiss me, and that terrified me. I panicked and ran away." I broke his hold on my chin, and moved out of his arms. I am now terrified that he is going to think I am a complete basket case and not worth his time. But to my surprise he pulls me back into him, so that my back is resting against his chest. He wraps his arms around my waist securing me to him, ensuring I can't run away yet again. Then he presses a gentle kiss to my head, directly behind my left ear and whispered,
"I know I have told you that I have a large amount of patience. I also have a large amount of endurance, meaning that no matter how many times you run, I will always run after you." I close my eyes and rest my head on his shoulder. I feel safe, and Clint rocks the two of us back in forth for a few minutes before allowing me to pull away. I know that I have to do what I plan on doing so I don't chicken out. I turn around in his arms, slide my hands up to his shoulders and stand up on my tip toes. I then run my thumbs over his cheek-bones, and lean in to his body. Our lips touched and eagerly explored each other. It was a deep, engulfing, yet extremely gentle kiss. We broke apart to catch our breath, before diving back in. He reclaimed my mouth and pulled my body closer, so that we were fully pressed against one another. His hands stayed were he placed them, one on my lower back and the other pulling my head closer to him. Our lips worked quickly against one another, trying to hungrily devour one another. As we kiss time seems to slow down. We move from slow, gentle, feathery kisses to passionate, long, drugging kisses. We finally break apart and are both panting for breath.
"Wow" I giggle as Clint stares into my eyes with a dazed and lustful glint twinkling in them. We rest our foreheads together and try to catch our breath.
"Can you two hurry this up? Pepper won't let us leave, until Iris tells us how the date went." I bury my face into the side of Clint's neck. Embarrassment coursing through my body as I hear Natasha speak from my door. Clint tenses up and turns slightly to speak to her.
"Go back inside Nat. She'll be in soon." I giggle slightly and pull away from his embrace. We watch each other and dance around saying good-bye. I lean forward one more time brush my lips against his cheek, as I whisper,
"Good Night Clint." I turn to walk up the steps to my front door. As I reach the door Clint decides to speak.
"So, I assume I can call you for another date?" I turn and with the most serious expression I can manage say,
"If you don't I will be very upset with you. I will be waiting for your call." I open the door and step inside. Barely having time to close my door before I hear Clint start up his bike and ride away.
I hope you liked this chapter and were happy with how their 1st date went.
What should happen at breakfast with her siblings? Do her siblings support her new relationship? Do her brothers dislike him? Do they like him?
Should Clint show up at breakfast?
Where should they have breakfast? Iris's home? One of her siblings' houses?
Restaurant?
Let me know what you think!
