Clint would never be called stupid. He knew what he wanted. He knew what he needed to do to get it. He would do whatever was needed.
He wanted Hermione. She was coming out of her shell at last. Blossoming into the amazing woman Clint knew her to be. To win her heart, he would have to speak to Tony. Hermione would never want anything more than friendship with him if Tony did not approve of him. So he bought a bottle of Tony's favorite scotch and approached him.
After a tense couple of hours, Clint was finally able to walk away. Tony had fought hard against the idea of anyone dating his Hermione. But Clint convinced him how serious he was about her, to the point that he would even go against S.H.I.E.L.D and keep the knowledge of magic out of their hands. After talking with Tony, who also wanted Hermione to have nothing to do with S.H.I.E.L.D, they came up with a plan.
Tony had already had the records of his daughter erased from the database. If anyone asked, Hermione was simply Clint's girlfriend. An ordinary citizen. Even though he was an Avenger, Clint didn't pose a threat to national security. He wasn't bulletproof like Bruce. He certainly didn't have Dr Banner's intelligence. He didn't possess Tony's skills or money. He wasn't an assassin like Nat. He wasn't a super soldier, or a demi-god. He was simply Clint - a man who was good with a bow. He was the "safe" one.
He'd bought a small farm years ago under an alias. Originally, it was to be a safehouse should he ever need it. Not even Director Fury knew it was owned by him. Should anyone start sniffing around, Clint would take Hermione there. Off the grid, safe.
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As time went on, the two spent the majority of their time together. Soon, Clint was joining her in her bed each night, where the two simply held each other and chased away each other's nightmares.
Neither had ever slept so well. Soon it became a nightly occurrence. Clint would join her in her bed, and pull her close. He would kiss her forehead and promise that he would be right there if she needed him.
It was Hermione who finally made the move. When Clint pulled her close, she tilted her head up, before softly kissing his lips. Clint pulled back, checking that she truly wanted this. Reassured, he leaned back in, capturing her lips in another kiss. Instead of keeping it soft and gentle, he moved so he was leaning over her. His tongue traced her lips, which eagerly parted for him. As her tongue swept out to meet his, he swallowed her moan, answering with one of his own.
Finally, the need for air drove them apart. He gently kissed her lips again before laying down and pulling her back into his side. Her hand laid on his chest where she could feel the racing of his heart.
From then on, each night ended with kisses that took Hermione's breath away. Soon kisses led to caressing. Soft, gentle, over the clothes touches.
Contrary to popular opinion, Hermione wasn't a virgin. She hadn't had a lot of experience. It had only happened a few times.
She'd had a brief relationship in her sixth year. She didn't tell anyone about him. Her friends would never have accepted them as a couple, and with war looming, they knew they would be on opposite sides. One night, she gave herself to him. He had been gentle and considerate of her, making sure she felt safe and ready before he entered her. She didn't regret it. In fact, had war not forced them apart, she would have been happy to stay with Theo Nott.
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Clint had been working on a surprise for Hermione. He managed to sneak off for a little while each day to work on it. When it was finally completed, he blindfolded her, helped her navigate the trip before he asked her to stand still
"Ready for your surprise, sweetheart?" he asked. At her nod he removed the blindfold.
Hermione gasped when she saw the newly built gazebo illuminated by fairy lights. She moved to it. Stepping up, she could see the city lights. She turned back to him.
"Clint, it's- it's beautiful. I can't believe you did this," she said admiringly.
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Hermione had turned her back to the view. The lights from the city far below and the few stars Clint could see made a beautiful backdrop to an even more beautiful woman. His strong arms wrapped around her, her breath catching in her throat as she turned in his arms. Hermione looked into his eyes. His eyes dropped to her lips before he captured them with his own. One spark was all it took before the flame that had already been smouldering between them turned into fiendfyre. She reached her hands up to slide around his neck and into his hair as he plunged his tongue into her mouth. His hand began to roam as their kissing became more intense. Around her waist, one hand clutched her ass while the other pressed her closer to him.
He turned and pushed her into the gazebo, his lips trailing down her neck. She had the presence of mind to cast a nonverbal, wandless notice-me-not, and silencing charm. She followed it with a contraception spell before losing herself. Her hands found their way under his shirt, trailing across his hard stomach.
Clint was lost in the taste of her. His tongue traced her mouth, her neck; he could taste her very essence. He couldn't get enough of her. His hands trailed down to her bare thighs. Her skirt inched up as he picked her up and wrapped her legs around him. He bucked his hips, his hard length hindered by his jeans. Her head fell back as he made quick work of her buttoned shirt and bared her breasts. He unsnapped her front closure bra and immediately feasted on her right breast while his hand skillfully played with her left.
Moans fell from her lips as he bit and tugged at her nipples. One hand made its way down her body, his hand slipping into her panties.
Hermione gasped. Clint was slowly stroking her clit, and she knew that no one could be better at this than him. Hermione pulled his mouth towards her as he continued to stroke her, picking up the pace until her legs were trembling.
"Clint!" Hermione panted, bucking her hips wildly into his hand. "Please. Oh Merlin - I'm so close!"
She let out a loud cry as her orgasm tore through her, her legs shaking violently, breathless ripples shaking through her, she yanked at the buttons on Clint's jeans. Tugging them open, and pulling out his hard cock, she stroked his length. Clints fingers tugged her panties to the side, as she positioned his cock against her.
Clint slid forward, and they both let out a moan as he sank into her sweetness. Hermione bounced on him, his length filled her perfectly, hitting all the right spots. Growling, he shifted, quickened his thrusts, beginning to pound into her.
"Merlin - yes! Yes - Clint! Don't stop," Hermione moaned. His cock was pistoning in and out of her, hands grabbing her breasts. His hips met hers, thrust for thrust. He was going to lose his control any second. Her nails scored his back with every stroke, causing his arousal to hit an all time high.
"Fuck! Hermione," Clint groaned as she clenched around him. "Fuck, I'm close. Oh fuck, Hermione!"
He reached down, finding her clit and furiously rubbing it. It didn't take long before she was desperate for her release.
"Ah! Clint!" Hermione screamed, as he hit her G-spot once again and sent her sailing over the edge. Her orgasm was all he needed before he came too, spilling into her over and over again. They stayed there for a while, regaining their breath. Hermione slipped off of him, his essence slowly leaking down her legs.
Clint rested his forehead against hers, his eyes searching hers for any sign of regret. He was relieved to find there was none.
"I can't say I thought our first time would be like that, but I also can't say I regret it," his voice was rough.
Kissing his lips lightly, Hermione smiled. "Me either. I don't regret a single thing when it comes to you."
Hermione cast a quick cleansing charm over them before they separated and began to dress. The two lovers made their way back inside, holding hands.
Later that night they explored each other slowly. As they drifted off, he whispered, "I love you."
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They weren't the only ones who had progressed in their relationship. Sure, Luna and Bryce weren't quite there yet. He had tried a number of times to convince her that she should be with someone younger, more handsome. Someone who wasn't a monster. Her response had been a good hexing, while she yelled at him. To say he was stunned was an understatement. No one ever treated him like that. Most people walked around him on eggshells, afraid to provoke the beast. Well that is, except for Tony. But no one ever claimed Stark was completely sane..
Bruce had been afraid he would hurt Luna if he ever hulked out near her. So Luna proved him wrong. She sent stinging jinxes at him again and again. Until he finally snapped and became the big green guy. Luna simply smiled at him before she reached out her hand and led him out to the rooftop.
Tony, unsure he was seeing what he thought he was, had come to find them. He didn't expect to see tiny Luna sitting next to the big green guy. Even more shocking, she was showing him how to weave daisy chains.
Clearing his throat, he asked cautiously, "All good there, big guy?"
Hulk grunted. "Hulk fingers big. Flowers, small."
One side of Tony's mouth curved up. He hoped Jarvis was recording this. The big, destructive Hulk mellowed out by a tiny slip of a girl. Nodding, he left the two alone.
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Clint had been assigned a mission. As much as he wanted to stay with Hermione, he knew he still had a job to do. It was a long, miserable two days. Once he had been debriefed, he rushed to Stark Tower. Jarvis greeted him upon his return, informing him that Miss Stark had already retired for the evening.
He slipped into her room silently. Her room had a large bed with silk sheets, and laying in the bed, half naked, was his love, Hermione. She hadn't heard him enter, too lost in what she was doing. Her head was tossing back and forth. One of her hands squeezed her bare breast, the other was in her panties working herself into a frenzy. Clint stopped at the foot of the bed, his body reacting to the image before him. He found himself reaching his full arousal. Hermione's moans resonated within him. God, she was beautiful, and he had to touch her.
Clint placed one knee on the bed, bending down to suck on her uncovered nipple. He took the hard bud into his mouth, sucking and nipping lightly, his left hand tracing down her stomach, to join hers in her panties. His fingers found her slick, wet and ready. He kissed his way down, pulling her panties off, and exposing her to his eyes. Kneeling between her legs, he pulled his shirt off. Then he leaned down, blowing lightly on her slit, enjoying the way she reacted.
He traced her slit with his tongue, up to her clit. His fingers found her entrance and he plunged two in. His fingers and tongue quickly bringing Hermione to orgasm.
Hermione's hands went to Clint's waist, undoing his pants. She met his eyes, her own brown doe eyes shining luminously. Having undone his pants, her hand reached inside and squeezed his cock. She stroked him a few times before she pulled his hard cock out. Her hand continued stroking it up and down. Pressing her lips to the tip, she slid him into her mouth. Clint was lost in the sensations of her hot, wet mouth working his length. He finished removing his pants, and lay on the bed.
Hermione straddled his waist, kissing him deeply. She sat up, lined his shaft up to her slit, and began to slide him in. He only had the tip in when he feared he would explode. She took his full length in, as Clint's eyes rolled back in his head.
Slowly, she began to move, his hands on her waist guiding her. She leaned down, her mouth covering his. One of his hands reached her neck as the other slid to her backside. Hermione broke the kiss, her head falling back as she found her release.
Clint kissed her again before he rolled over. He stared into her eyes as he began to move again. He moved slowly, sensuously, working her back up. Their gasps and moans filled the room. Knowing she was close again, he stroked her clit. "Come for me, love. I know you're close. Come for me."
As if by command, she found her release, squeezing him. He shuddered, pulsing inside her as he finished. Slowly he pulled out, and lay on his back. Once they had both caught their breath, Hermione headed into the bathroom. She came back to find Clint kneeling beside the bed.
"Hermione Jean Stark, I have never loved anyone as much as I love you. I know we haven't known each other for long, but I already know you are who I want to spend the rest of my life with. Please say you'll be my wife, and share my life with me." He finished, opening the ring box in his hand.
Her eyes filled with tears. "Yes, Clint, yes. I love you, I will spend every day showing you just how much."
He removed the ring from the box, sliding it onto her finger as he rose. He pulled her to him, kissing her deeply. As the two ended up in bed again, Jarvis alerted Tony.
"Sir, it appears congratulations are in order. Miss Stark has accepted Mr. Barton's proposal."
Tony smiled softly. "Took him long enough."
"Sir, perhaps you should take a page from Mr. Barton's book, and put a ring on it."
Tony chuckled, "Have you been communicating with J.J. again? His obsession with pop music is rubbing off on you."
J.J's chimed in, "You know you're just upset that your age is showing, old man. Perhaps you should let someone younger program you. Someone like Miss Potts."
Tony rolled his eyes, muttering about teenie boppers, and reprogramming. He made a stop in his room before he found Pepper in the kitchen.
"Heads up, Pep," he said as he tossed something to her. She caught the box, opening it to reveal a stunning diamond ring.
Her eyes shot to Tony.
"Ready for a promotion?" He said with a smirk.
Sliding the ring on, Pepper walked over to him with a smile, "Does this mean you'll fetch your own coffee now?"
He laughed before kissing her, "Never gonna happen."
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Hermione married in a very small ceremony. Only Tony, Pepper, Happy, Natasha, Luna, and Bruce even knew about it. She used a spell so that the marriage certificate stated that Clint had married a woman named Laura. As far as the wizarding world was concerned, their newest Ministry employee was single and refused to date. This kept Clint safe from any potential wizarding threats.
Tensions were rising, and after the Avenger's latest mission, things were not looking good. Clint decided to enact his plan, and moved Hermione to the farmhouse. Whenever possible, he stayed with her. No matter how tough things were, Hermione knew Clint would always watch over her. She was assured of this when she ended up playing hostess to the rest of the Avengers. Clint had shared a laugh with her when the others learned that not only was he married, but that his father in law was Tony Stark.
The most hilarious thing though, had been the confused faces of Steve and Thor when Luna showed up. The tiny woman had snagged Bruce by his ear, dragged him from the house and proceeded to read him the riot act. To their immense panic, he turned green and sat down in the grass looking at the woman sadly. "Hulk sorry. Hulk not smash dishes. Hulk wash instead."
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Hermione lay awake that night musing about what her life had been like so far. It hadn't been without trials, but it was certainly an adventure. And the Gryffindor in her purred its approval.
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