So surprise I am not dead nor did my laptop fall into a volcano. School has been horrible, work sucks, and I decided to get a puppy so I haven't really had time nor the inspiration to write anything. So, lately I've been in a really gushy and romantic mood so this happened. Anyway, thanks for sticking with me even though I like vanishing for years at time with no explanation. Oops.

~DrAgOnLOvEr34

I do not own Thor or the Avengers.

Pairings: Darcy/Clint

Sleep

Darcy cuddled into the tee-shirt she was wearing, feeling relaxed and a little tired. This shirt had been worn and washed so many times; it really didn't provide warmth anymore. That wasn't the reason she wore it anyway, so it really didn't matter. It acted like a safety blanket, or even a nightlight a child would use to scare away the monster in the dark.

She had gotten in the habit of wearing it whenever he got called out with the rest of the Avengers. It was a silly, little thing that would happen everytime, but it helped her feel better. Darcy couldn't understand how Pepper or even Jane could become so used to their loved ones running out to save a world that really didn't appreciate them in the end.

The shirt somehow still smelled like the cologne she bought for him during Christmas. The cologne itself smelled horrible and had been a gag gift, so it was a surprise he even used it. It was almost sweet in a way, if you thought about it when the smell wasn't burning your nostril hair off.

Darcy sighed, her eyes squinting through the darkness of the room. Sleep wasn't going to come easily any time soon. So many things could go wrong on today's mission, and her mind kept replaying through all the different possibilities imaginable. Would he be okay? Would he be back anytime soon? He had the horrible habit of taking really unnecessary risks, and one day, that would kill him. It made her feel so weak that she couldn't go out into the field with him.

(Actually, mental note to herself. She wanted to be able to do something and the best person to talk to would be Natasha. She wasn't some weak willed girl that allowed others to walk all over her. There was an answer she hadn't thought of yet and she had plenty of strong people around her that would help out.)

Somehow, hours later, her brain shut down and allowed Darcy to get some much needed sleep.

The light turned on in the room, allowing Clint to see around the dirty clothes on the floor as he forced his fatigued ridden body to walk towards the bed. Sitting down, he sluggishly started taking off his clothes, hissing when he took off his shirt.

His ribs would probably be pretty colorful tomorrow, looking similar to that time Darcy took up painting as a hobby and decided to paint his apartment. The colors may have been a little bold for his taste, but watching her smile when she showed him made up for it. Stretching, he groaned when his back popped.

It had been a LONG mission.

Looking at the snoring lump in the center of the bed, a smile appeared on his face. Clint didn't know what he did that made the universe decide drop her into his life. Sometimes he felt like Darcy deserved much better then him and he was just being selfish keeping her here. She was beautiful, younger, and could have people falling at her feet with a snap of her fingers.

Still, Clint liked being selfish if it meant he would be able to keep her in his life. He wasn't a good person and didn't plan on letting her go unless she wanted to leave. This was the first time in a while he could remember being happy and actually having someone who cared about him when he was risking his life.

Shaking himself from those toxic thoughts, he clapped his hands and the light turned off. Lifting up the covers, he laid down, pulling Darcy towards him. He happened to know he was a great cuddler.

She mumbled something that he couldn't hear before turning around to face him.

"You're wearing my shirt again," Clint whispered, playing with her curly, brown hair. It was always so soft and smelled like coconuts.

"It's comfortable," she grumbled before burying her face into his neck, still half asleep, and pulling the covers tighter around them.

"I like it when you wear my clothes," he said, dropping the hair he was playing with to kiss her on the head. If he could stay like this for the rest of his life, with Darcy, he would be happy.

"I love you," she muttered suddenly, startling him out of the daze he had fallen in. Clint's heart leap out of his chest when he finally realized what she had said to him.

"I," he stopped, throat suddenly dry. Love? He didn't know if he even understood exactly what that word meant.

"It's okay," Darcy murmured to him when he didn't say anything back.

"You don't need to say it yet, I just wanted to tell you-"

"I love you," he said, cutting her off.

If love meant wanting to spend your whole life with someone and try to do anything to make them happy. If it meant that he wanted to wake up every morning with her by his side. If it meant he wanted to stay though the good and the bad, then yes, he was in love. If anything, Clint had Darcy to teach him exactly what it meant and he knew she would be a pretty great teacher

She stilled at his words, surprised. Before she could say anything, he grabbed her face and kissed her on her forehead, cheeks, nose, and finally the lips.

A smiled crept on Darcy's face as she stopped the kiss to pull back and look at him, eyes shining with tears. Leaning her forehead against his, she couldn't feel happier.

"Good, because you're stuck with me and I happen to really like this shirt."

Aw wasn't that adorable? I hope you guys enjoyed this and please review! I like waking up in the morning to nice words because it's hard to make myself go to college.

Review. Give me some advice. Point out anything you didn't like, liked, or thought was weak. I want to become a better writer and you guys are part of that process.

Thanks loves!