The next morning I woke up to see that I was in Clint's room, but there was something missing: Clint. I looked around and noticed there was a folded piece of paper on the nightstand. I opened it and read it,

Steph,

I didn't want to wake you this morning, you looked too peaceful. I'm sorry if I freaked you out by having you wake up in my room, it didn't feel right to walk into yours. We are all down in the ballroom cleaning up, if you want to help then come down.

With Love,

Clint

I smiled at the letter. He was so sweet. I quickly got out of the bed and rushed to my room and got dressed. I rushed down the couple of flights to the ballroom, and slowly opened the door. I slipped in as quite as a whisper. I noticed, Tony and Loki were screaming at each other while trying to fold the table. Natasha and Thor were picking up the large trash that had been thrown around. Bruce, I saw sweeping the floor, and Steve was folding up the table cloths. I looked around for Clint when I heard something drop behind me. I saw Steve stop for a second and Look up and smile, but then seeing I saw him he quickly returned to what he was doing. I sensed that the thing was coming close. At the last second I ducked out of the way watching Clint fall to the floor.

"That's for scaring me last night." I teased holding out my hand and bracing for his weight.

I could feel as he grabbed my hand that he tried to pull me down. That's why I braced myself. He pulled himself up and it knocked me a bit off balance. His quick reflexes allowed his arm to shoot around me to catch me then pull me close. He brought his lips to mine.

"That's for looking so beautiful while you sleep." He whispered.

"If you two are done making goo-goo eyes at each other, we have a room to clean." Loki hissed.

"Yeah, Steph, come over here and help me, since your dad is useless!" Tony shouted.

I shrugged to Clint and he mouthed the word, later. He jumped back up to the rafters to get rid of the stuff some of the S.H.I.E.L.D agents had thrown up there. I walked over to the table that Tony and Loki were trying to put down, and Loki side stepped allowing me through. The only words that were exchanged when we put down the table was Tony counting down so we could turn it and fold up the legs, then lift it up and move it. Loki smirked and I could tell he was embarrassed.

After ten minutes of me being down there we got done. The second we started to leave, Clint was at my side covered in dust. He went to wrap his arm around me, but I ducked out of the way.

"Take a shower first!" I laughed pulling off a thin cobweb from his shoulder.

He nudged me and rushed up the stairs.

"So you and Clint huh?" Tony asked elbowing me.

"Yeah, are you jealous flyboy?" I smiled.

"No, he just wouldn't shut up about you though. He was always saying that he knew you would never like him, and how he would die if he didn't kiss you."

"Did he really?" I asked, my mischievous grin coming out.

I went up stairs to the guy's bathroom and knocked on the door. There wasn't an answer so I walked to Clint's room instead. I knocked and he shouted from inside.

"It's Steph," I said opening the door a crack.

"Come in," he said.

I walked in and he had a towel around him. I sat on the bed, while he scurried around grabbing clothes. He walked into the closet to get dressed. I lay back on his bed and took in his scent. I was like that the whole time he got dressed, and then he came out and sat on the bed next to me.

"May I now?" he asked, his eyes turning into a puppy's eyes when they beg.

I laughed at his puppy face and nodded. He started to creep close to me and unexpectedly he used his quick reflexes to grab me and hoist me over his shoulder. I made an attempt to kick the archer as he stood up, but he had tied my feet together with a rope. I then started to hit his back, but it had no effect on him.

"Put me down!" I shouted trying my hardest not to laugh.

"Nope, not till we go where I want to," he said making sure he had a firm hold on me so I wouldn't fall.

"What? No, you are not taking me outside like this." I squealed.

"I'm not taking you outside, no I am taking you somewhere within the building."

My eyes grew wide and then I continued to try and attack him, to no avail. When I finally stopped, he opened his door and carried me out into the main living area past the rest of the team and Loki. I decided, maybe Loki would get him to put me down. I pretended to play dead and go limp.

"Really Clint?" I heard Tony say.

"Yes, she wouldn't have come if I didn't do this and Loki, no she is not dead, watch," Clint said and then he snapped at my side and I couldn't help but jump.

I looked up and pouted at the team. I saw Loki sit back down in a huff. Clint started to move again and as we walked down the stairs, Tony gave me a teasing wave and I stuck my tongue out at him. We bounced down the steps, Clint thankfully taking into consideration my fear of elevators. He could've easily gotten me into it in my current state, but I think that it was also for suspense. We finally got down to a familiar hallway; it was the way to the archery range. He was right; I wouldn't come down here if I wasn't tied up.

"Clint, please," I said urgently.

I didn't get a response. I didn't want to be down here and re-live the memory of last night. I started to fight back as best as I could, Clint only tightened his grip.

"Seriously Clint, please stop I don't want to do this." I said feeling the tears well up behind my eyelids and spill over. I heard him open the door and he walked in and turned around and locked the door. When he turned, I saw the spot where Clint was last night, and where we laid down. The memory flashed passed my eyes at least ten times, each time making tears fall down my face. He turned back around and walked over somewhere and set me down in a chair. He pulled up a chair to sit in front of me. I closed my eyes and tried to stop crying, but it was no use. I opened my eyes and I could feel my whole body tremble. Clint was looking at me with worried eyes. I couldn't help but drift away and look at the spot where Clint was shooting last night. He grabbed me face and turned it to look at him.

"It's not your fault." He whispered, only making my shaking worse.

I shook my head in disagreement. "Yes it is; I shouldn't have done that to you."

"Stephanie stop, what's done is done so leave it in the past. I am fine now, see?"

"That's not the point! Clint, my whole life I have been trying to please people, and here you come along always saying its fine when I mess up, but it's never fine, it just shouldn't have happened. Saying its fine is like shooting someone then saying 'oh well, there's plenty more where that came from.'"

Clint looked at me with shock. I couldn't believe I had actually told him something about my past, something that actually mattered.

"See that's the thing, you don't have to please me, I am quite happy with you just the way you are flaws and all."

I laughed at that, but I continued to cry.

"Oh Steph," he whispered and pulled me in and wrapped him arms around me protectively.

We stayed in that position until I stopped crying. I felt guilty I made his shirt wet. He pushed me back his hands on my shoulders.

"Don't you ever say it's your fault around me okay? Otherwise we are going to do this again." He lightly joked and then wiped the fallen tears from my face.

I laughed at that and kissed him.

"Okay," I said.

"Hey, can I confess something?"

"Yeah,"

"Your smile is the prettiest smile I have ever seen."

"Can I confess as well?"

"Sure,"

"This smile only exists because of you."

He smiled and then kissed me.

"Have you ever done archery?" he asked, annoying me that he broke the kiss.

"I used to."

"Oh really? Well let's just see how much you know." He quickly untied the rope from my ankles and pulled me over to the range.

"What bow did you work with?"

"I do believe a compound."

He dug through a case and pulled out the familiar bow. He gave me five arrows, and gestured for me to set up. I was a little confused at his change in topic. I shrugged and grabbed an arrow, nocked it, and raised the bow bringing the string back to my cheek. I took a breath and released. The arrow hit the red ring. I lowered the bow and looked at Clint. He nodded in approval and got up and walked over.

"Not bad, there are a few things though that we can tweak. Nock your bow,"

I did so and then raised my arm in the firing position. Clint lifted my elbow just a bit and brought my arm back a bit farther. I shot and it hit the yellow ring, but not the bull's eye.

Clint came up behind me after I had nocked another arrow and placed his arms around me, going to the right firing position, I got a little distracted, by his breath on my neck sending shivers down my spine. He kissed my neck then we both released the arrow sending straight into the bull's eye. I felt my lips curl into a smile.

"Thanks," I whispered.

"Anytime," he shot back.

I gave him the bow to put away. He put it away then went to retrieve the arrows. He pulled out the first two and put them away. He pulled out the last arrow and handed it to me.

"Take it, as a reminder." He smiled.

"Clint, no, I'm not going to take one of your arrows! What if you needed it?"

"That's just a trainer one, all of me real ones are locked away."

I nodded and brushed the feathers at the end. For such a simple object, it just gained ten times the value in my eyes. We both suddenly jumped when the AI's voice came over the intercom.

AN-

AWWWW! I love you guys so much for making me write a romance, but don't worry for allof you who don't like it I have a few scenes coming up that aren't exactly gushy. Also I was wondering if you guys wanted two chapters a day instead of one, review what you think! Loves you!