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WARNING: this chapter contains sexual content, if you are uncomfortable with reading it than I suggest you only read the beginning part.
Dedicated to Kyla, who is the Tony to my Bruce
CHAPTER TWENTYFOUR
Clint led Sharon out of the weapons room and down the corridor. Sharon followed along anxiously, not entirely sure where he was taking her, "If this is your way of attempting to kill me? Because I will seriously haunt your ass if you do."
"Well I do have an ass worth haunting," Clint shot back over his shoulder with an impish grin. They turned down an empty corridor and stopped at a panel that Clint pressed his hand against. It made a couple beeping sounds before sliding open to reveal a small dark corridor.
Sharon gulped, "yeah… I don't do creepy hallways."
Clint rolled his eyes and squeezed her hand, "It's okay, I'll be right with you. Just hold on to my hand and let me lead the way. Trust me?"
Sharon bit her lip and thought What the hell and followed him down the hallway. The door closed behind them and left them in the inky blackness, "Just so you know, this pitch black corridor thing is completely un-okay to me." Sharon said nervously as they kept walking forward.
Clint only chuckled and kept leading her forward until they stopped and he slid open a small door beside them. He crawled through first before helping her through. When Sharon stood she realized they were in the former Tesseract lab in Clint's nest.
"Wow," she said breathlessly, "You really can see everything from here."
Clint nodded, "It's also a great place to just relax and get away from everyone. I like to come up here and overlook my surroundings and people watch."
Sharon looked around; there wasn't anything much to the platform aside from a small cot off to one side with a bow and sheath of arrows stashed underneath. She walked over to the edge of the platform and stood along the rail and overlooked the lab. It was currently empty; the construction crews had left for the evening and left all their tools behind.
Clint walked up and stood beside Sharon and watched her as her eyes flitted around the room, "What are you thinking?" he asked.
"I was wondering if you ever watched me from up here." Sharon said bluntly, blushing a bit as she wished she could take it back. She looked over at Clint shyly and noticed that his cheeks tinged with red a little.
"I watched you the most." He said quietly. Sharon gulped as her mouth went dry; she then walked over and sat on his cot and started to play with her fingers. Clint turned and leaned against the railing and watched her, "I was always curious when you would suddenly smirk or let out a laugh randomly." He said as he observed her.
Sharon chuckled, "If you knew how my mind worked Barton, you'd understand that I find the most mundane things entertaining."
"You can call me Clint you know, I let you into my nest so I think we can be on a first name basis."
"Yeah… I'm not a fan of the name Clint," Clint's eyebrows shot up at Sharon's blunt statement, "It's nothing against you, I just think of a hillbilly whenever I hear the name," Sharon quickly explained but it only sounded even more ludicrous and she started to giggle a little, "If it helps, I really hate Steve's name." But that just made her giggle harder until she was clutching her abdomen and bending over.
Clint just stared at Sharon for a moment before walking over and sitting down next to her. Sharon took a deep breath to calm herself down and looked at Clint, who had a straight face on, "You done?" But a chuckle escaped from Clint that sent Sharon into hysterics all over again. Now they were both laughing on the cot, Sharon even let out a few snorts with her laughter that only made Clint laugh even harder.
Soon they were both gasping for breath as they tried to calm down, "So is that why you always call me Barton or Hawk?" Clint asked.
A couple small giggles escaped from Sharon, "Yeah, I hope you don't mind."
"Nah it's fine, I like that you're honest and blunt," Clint said looking over at Sharon, "You're beautiful when you laugh you know? That's why I liked watching you so much, your face lights up and you have a loud laugh that fills the room."
Sharon bit her lip and blushed, "Most people think it's too loud and tell me to calm down."
Clint shook his head, "A laugh like that should never be tampered down."
Sharon looked at Clint for a long moment; she couldn't understand his boomerang actions with her. Ever since they'd met she kept pushing him away, and he would always come back. Then she remembered the kiss they'd shared and her body felt even more heated.
It seemed that Clint was thinking the same thing as he leaned in a little closer and brought a hand up to her face and stroked her hair out of her face and tucked it behind her ear, "I'll never forget it," He whispered, knowing exactly what she was thinking.
Sharon decided to shove all her doubts and fears aside and leaned forward to press her lips against his. Clint entangled her hair in his fingers and held her head to his, deepening the kiss while she shifted closer. When the kiss didn't stop after a while, Sharon shifted so she was lying down on the cot while Clint crawled over her and covered her body with his, their mouths never leaving one another.
Sharon opened her legs so Clint was nestled between them while she pressed herself against him, becoming aware of his length pressed against her thigh. Her hands drifted down his back and went to the hem of his black t-shirt. She lifted it up and slid her hands underneath and drifted them up his hard-muscled back.
Clint broke the kiss and looked down at Sharon for a moment, searching her face for hints of doubt but only found determination and want, "You sure about this?"
Sharon stared up at him in a seductive manner, "Take off the shirt Barton."
Clint sat back and pulled his shirt over his head while Sharon also sat up and started to pull her shirt up when Clint stopped her. He positioned her hands up over her head so he could easily lift the shirt off her. Once he did he gazed down at her lovely body. Her breasts were contained in a purple with black lace bra that made her chest look breathtaking. She was curvy in all the right places and was filled out to perfection.
Sharon slid her hands up Clint's sides and ran them down Clint's arms. She always had a thing for guys with nice arms, and his were perfect from years of work with his bow. She lightly ghosted her hands down his chest and over his abdomen. Clint hissed at the pleasure that ran through his nervous system from her light touch, driving him insane with want. He reached forward and brought his lips down hard on hers, feeding on her mouth while his hand caressed her skin on her back.
His hands slowly trailed down and toyed with the edge of her pants. Sharon's mind went blank in anticipation of what was coming. She thanked her lucky stars for having chosen to wear sweatpants as Clint's hands slowly brought them down over her hips and thighs until they were off completely.
Clint stood up and looked down to admire Sharon. She looked up at him shyly as he intently gazed at her, her cheeks turning slightly red as she bit her lip, "This isn't fair, you know?"
Clint tilted his head in confusion and Sharon chuckled, "You're wearing more clothes than me, Hawk." She reached up and undid his belt buckle, taking the time to slowly unbutton his pants and unzip them. She slowly pulled them down until he stepped out of them and toed off his shoes and socks, leaving him in his black boxers that hung low on his hips. She swallowed as she gazed up at him.
"Now it seems that we're uneven again Ms. Carver, You have two items on whereas I only have one." He said with a smirk.
Sharon smirked right back at him before standing and reaching behind her back with one hand and unclasping her bra, letting it drop to the floor. Clint reached forward and put his hands on her hips and brought her in close. Sharon shivered as she pressed her body against his and raised herself up to kiss him. Clint groaned at the feeling of her, suddenly bending down to pick her up and place her back on the cot before quickly covering her again with his body.
Their kisses were long and deep as Clint hooked his fingers into her panties and dragged them off her while Sharon did the same to his boxers. Sharon heart stopped as she felt him poised and pressed against her entrance. He pulled back and looked down at her as he slowly pushed himself inside her.
Sharon's eyes rolled back into her head as he filled her up completely and stayed there for a moment. The tingle that ran down her spine made her entire body shudder as she felt herself taking him in and absorbing him. Clint shut his eyes and leaned his head on her shoulder, whispering and murmuring into her skin, "Oh god baby please don't move, please," he begged, the feeling of her around him had him teetering at the edge of the chasm he wasn't ready to dive down yet.
After they stayed still for a few moments more adjusting, Clint slowly slid out and back in again, taking on a pace that was slow and torturous, making Sharon writhe beneath him in ecstasy and grinding her hips against his every time he thrust in.
Their bodies moved in sink with each other while Clint kissed every part of Sharon within reach. Soon their pace began to pick up as a coil of pleasure tightened within Sharon, making her moan in want as she wished for relief and ecstasy. Clint thrust faster into her, within minutes she was ready to scream. She bit down on his shoulder to prevent a scream from leaving her chest as pleasure exploded in her and swam through every nerve throughout her being. Clint soon followed after her and thrust hard into her one last time before collapsing on top of her, gasping for breath and waiting for his heart beat to go down.
They both laid like that a moment before Clint groaned, "My god if that is what a heart attack feels like than I hope I continue having heart problems." He slowly slid out of her making them both shudder at the feeling, "I've never felt that before."
Sharon nodded, closing her eyes and feeling tears gather there, "Neither have I," She said quietly. She then sat up quickly and grabbed her pants, shoving her legs into them and grabbing her shirt and throwing it on without bothering with the bra.
Clint sat up looking bewildered, "What are you doing?"
"I have to go," Sharon said quickly as she shoved her foot into her shoe and reached for the other.
"Just like that? What's the rush?"
"I really need to go now." Sharon said in a tense voice, putting her other shoe on quickly before leaning down to gather her intimates.
Clint grabbed her arm, "Sharon don't run away from me again." She refused to face him and shook her head.
"I'm sorry but I can't be here right now." Her voice was tight as she held back tears.
"Shar we can talk, you can trust me. Please just talk to me. Tell me what's wrong."
"There is nothing to talk about."
Clint went tense, " Bullshit! Was this just a hit and run to you?"
Sharon shook her head hard and felt a sob in her throat, "This isn't how it should be, I'm sorry. You deserve better than this, than me." with that last part a sob came out and she ripped her arm from his grasp and crawled through the exit quickly and ran down the dark corridor.
Clint sat where he was feeling completely shell shocked. It was like he got hit full force in the chest with a sledgehammer. He went back through his mind trying to figure out where the hell he could have gone wrong. But there was nothing visible to him that could have set Sharon off.
He hung his head in his hands and pinched the bridge of his nose as he tried to control his emotions before he would put on his clothes and go after the girl who drove him crazy.
Angst! Angst! ANGST! Can't you tell that I love angst? Feedback is always appreciated!
Alasiel