Warning: Sexual thoughts, swearing, violence, mature themes. No sex . . . . Yet
Clint P.O.V.
Growing up the way I did, I learned many things, and when I learned them, I learned them fast. I learned that when my mom or dad was drunk, angry, or worse, both, I should stay out of their way and get out of the house. I learned that slacking off in school was bad and that schoolwork was important, and when you didn't do it, the school called home making your parents mad. When my parents were mad, they got violent. My older brother would take the "punishments" when he could, but I still got my fair share of bruises and broken bones from the both of them. Since I had to deal with my parents and their ever changing moods as a child when I should have been playing as a kid instead, I also learned how to read people for my own safety.
I can tell when you're lying, sad, happy, or drunk sure, most everyone can. What they don't teach you, and what I learned, is how to decipher if someone is "good" or not. I'm not talking open the door good or saying please and thank you good. I'm talking save your life and take a bullet for you "good". I can tell if I can trust you with my life, or if you will leave me to fend for myself in a life and death situation. I can tell if you really want to kill that person you're aiming your gun at, or if you are only doing it because it's all you've ever known, or if you have no other choice.
When I made the call to recruit Nat instead of "eliminating the threat," like S.H.I.E.L.D. had ordered me too, I ended up having to train her and she became my partner. Once she got to know me and opened up a bit, she used to say that I "could see into other people's souls." So as well as never being able to miss my mark when shooting, no matter the weapon, I can also apparently "read your soul." So I utilized this special talent of mine as soon as I looked into my Soulmates eyes yesterday.
They were a deep soulful brown that looked at me with humor and joy, but that wasn't what got to me. She was good, and I mean GOOD down to the very depths of her heart and soul. She was the rare kind of good you rarely saw now-a-days. I could tell that she would give you the shirt off her back and her last twenty dollars good. Seeing her in pain made me want to destroy Steve even though it was out of his control. Couldn't he see he was hurting her? Didn't he see how good she was? How innocent? How pure? She didn't deserve to be in pain because of her soul marks, she deserved to have the world laid at her feet.
All last night I was awake thinking of different scenarios that could pop up and put her in danger, but for each one of those scenarios, twenty more good ones popped up. I may have just met her, but her mark had always been there on my arm. During one of the darker periods of my life after my brother and I ran away from home and joined the circus, the thought of my mate was all that got me out of bed most mornings. Later after that, after my brother abandoned me too, and before S.H.I.E.L.D. found me, the thought of my mate was all that kept me alive and fighting to live another day.
I knew I would meet her someday, and yesterday was nothing short of perfect. I could have done without falling out of the vents and landing at her feet, but now she was right in front of me. In my arms, and I was going to protect her with everything I had.
"Clint?" Stella spoke up from where I was holding her bridal style in my arms. We were currently on our way to my "surprise" location. I had just needed to get her out of that room as quickly as humanly possibly. She may have forgiven Tony, which I strongly disagreed with, but I was still going to talk to him later when she wasn't around. I was livid about how he had handled getting her new clothes, and how he violated her privacy. We had just met her for fucks sake, use that giant brain of yours and have some common sense.
"Yeah Baby girl?" I looked down at her, and she fit perfectly in my arms. Her body was molded perfectly for mine and she was perfect in my eyes. She was made to be loved by me, and I already couldn't wait to fall in love with her.
"Where are we even going? Aren't I getting heavy by now?" She blushed as she looked away from me, and I couldn't help but chuckle at her words.
"Trust me sweetheart, you aren't the least bit too heavy for me to carry, as for where we are going? We're here." I had taken the stairs instead of the elevator to avoid any possible foot traffic, but now we were on my floor. A whole floor dedicated to me. One room was obviously my bedroom, and one was my bathroom, but those weren't the rooms we were in right now.
Personally I loved this room the most. It had a 90 inch flat screen TV and speakers taking up the majority of one wall, a leather couch, two upholstered recliners, a mini bar, a fully stocked small kitchen, four bean bag chairs, and the plushiest deep purple rug in the middle of the floor that was nearly as soft as my bed. This was my entertainment room, my man cave if you will.
I set Stella down on her feet and made sure she wouldn't fall over or loose her balance before I released her waist. She was beautiful and she wasn't even trying as she took everything in. I was used to high tech gear and Tony's money, but for someone who wasn't, I can see how this would be a lot.
"This is amazing!" She grinned at me as she dug her toes into the purple rug and spun around in a circle.
"So this is my floor. No one comes here without getting my permission first." I told her as I continued to watch her walk around the room and touch things gently as though she was afraid she would break them.
"What do you mean floor?"
I leaned against the wall before I answered. "When Tony had us all move into the tower and use it as our communications base, we all knew that we wouldn't be able to always be around each other." She was nodding as I spoke and sat down on the floor. Right smack dab in the middle of the rug, making me grin. "Anyway, he gave us each a floor, this tower is tall enough for it after all. Basically we each have a private bedroom and bathroom, and the other two rooms he said that we could do whatever we wanted to do with them. Bright side it was funded by Tony so money wasn't an issue. I decided for my other two rooms to do an entertainment room, which you see before you now, and a gym. There's a communal gym for all of the Avengers for when we train together, but sometimes I like to train alone. There's also an entertainment room for all of us, but I prefer spending my down time here when I'm not patrolling the vents." I joked.
I walked over to her and sat down next to her on the rug while leaning back against the couch. Usually I would have J.A.R.V.I.S. start up a movie for me, but not today. I was too wound up, too irritated, and too aggravated at Tony and his creation to use it. So I did it the old fashioned way. I grabbed the remote.
"What do you want to watch sweetheart? There is literally every movie that's ever been made or released on here." I wrapped my arm around her shoulders and pulled her so she was leaning against my side, and I was supporting all of her weight.
"I don't know what do you usually watch?" She asked me. Her eyes were going to be the death of me, staring up at me all wide eyed with wonder. She had no idea what she was doing to my body.
"I usually watch an action movie or horror film." I told her not wanting to lie. The look on her face told me that a horror movie was definitely out, so I pulled up a list of this years most popular movies and we scrolled through it together. Her head rested perfectly in the crook of my neck and for the first time since she talked about what happened while she was asleep last night, I relaxed a bit. She was here with me, and she was safe in my arms, no one could harm her when she was with me. I had multiple guns and throwing knives stashed in each of my rooms including this one, and though my preferred weapon was my re-curve bow, I felt content knowing I could protect her should the need arise.
After browsing the list and deciding that nothing new looked interesting to us, we decided to put on Paul Blart: Mall Cop. It wasn't made recently, but it sounded like a good movie to put on. When I say that "we" decided to put it on, I really mean Stella asked and I immediately said yes. I grabbed one of the blankets off of the couch and set it next to me for a moment before slipping my hands around my girls waist and pulled her up onto my lap. She squeaked and immediately wrapped her arms around my neck, and though I will never admit this even under torture, I found it adorable. I spread the blanket over the both of us and wrapped my arms around her and closed my eyes in euphoria as I finally relaxed fully with my baby girl.
"Um . . . Clint?" Her soft voice pulled me out of a blissful daydream and I looked down at her in my arms.
"Yeah baby girl?"
"Is this . . . I mean . . . What I'm trying to say is . . . Um . . ." She was blushing so hard her face was as red as a tomato and she was looking down at her lap. Together she painted a picture of complete innocence and I felt a certain part of my anatomy beginning to react to her and how close her body was to mine.
"Take a deep breath sweetheart." I told her, and she did as I instructed without question. I'm not going to lie, the way she followed my instructions without question made numerous scenarios run through my mind that made me want ravish her body and experience all that she had to offer immediately. I took a deep breath and tried to shake the thoughts from my mind before my traitorous body could respond to hers even more before continuing. "Now what is it baby girl?"
"I'm on your lap." She blurted out and I thought it impossible, but she blushed even harder in obvious embarrassment and buried her head in my chest.
"Yes you are. Are you okay with that?" I didn't want her to be uncomfortable especially around me, but I had nothing to worry about as she nodded her head against my chest. "Good I'm glad. I just want to hold you in my arms for a bit." That was an understatement, I never wanted to let her go, but I didn't want to scare her off this early in our "relationship".
"Okay batman." She whispered and I felt her place a feather light kiss on my neck making me groan and tighten my arms around her as my hips bucked up against her involuntarily.
"Clint are you alright?" She shifted in my lap so she was mostly facing me and I leaned my forehead against hers as I adjusted her so that she was straddling me.
"I'm fine baby girl." My voice had a slightly husky tone too it, so I cleared my throat a few times trying to disguise my discomfort.
"Are you sure . . . Oh." Her eyes got real wide as her full ass brushed against my length, and she bit her bottom lip and looked at me through those dark eyelashes of hers. Our foreheads were resting against each others and my hands were resting on her hips. In this position, there was no way that she wouldn't feel my "not so little" friend coming up to meet her.
She was a damn vixen and she didn't even know it. Looking at me like that. I let out a moan as she shifted her weight and my hands flexed on her hips causing her to blush and go still.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable." She mumbled and looked down at our joined laps.
Chuckling I put my pointer finger under her chin and lifted her face up so that she could look me in the eye. "Trust me baby girl, this . . ." And I thrust my hips up against hers once more to emphasize my point before continuing, "was caused by you and how attractive I find you. However, I never want to hear you apologize to me or anyone for being the most beautiful woman I've ever laid eyes on." I pushed her back on my lap a bit to make her more comfortable, and lifted my knees up to support her back so she wasn't fully on my length anymore. I instantly missed the warmth she provided, but she confirmed my thoughts and suspicions about her personality with her next sentence.
"Alright, I won't apologize for that, but I'm going to be honest and say that while I am 23, we just met and I'm not ready for that bonding step yet." She was looking at me like she expected me to be mad, but I only smiled.
"I figured, and that's fine. I would like to get to know you first before we take that step anyway. I can't speak for the others, but make no mistake, you're MY baby girl sweetheart. I'll wait until the end of time for you, and I'm hoping you'll give me the same courtesy."
"Of course I'll wait!" She looked appalled that I would even dare suggest such a thing, but she continued. "You're MY hawk, Steve is MY patriot, and Tony is MY genius. He may need your guidance every once in a while, but I will wait for all of you if you need it, like I know you will wait for me." She was fired up and speaking passionately. Her hair was like a golden halo around her head and her eyes had a spark of fire in them that made me want to know everything that made this gorgeous woman tick. Before I could even think about what I was doing, her head was in my hands and my lips were on hers. Passion flowed freely between us through my soul mark and I groaned as she began to tentatively kiss me back.
Oh yes, she was MY baby girl and I would do anything to keep her safe if it meant I could feel her soft lips on mine like this for the rest of eternity.