Author's Notes: Inspired by Avengers: Earth's Mightiest Heroes

Carol Danvers and Clint Barton were in the middle of an intense sparring match. Sweat dripped from their foreheads as they exchanged blows, their bodies moving in a dance as old as time itself.

Carol, better known as Ms Marvel, was a force to be reckoned with. Her fists were like hammers, each blow shaking the ground beneath them. Clint, or Hawkeye, was no slouch either. His arrows flew with deadly precision, each one finding its mark with unerring accuracy.

The two of them had been at it for hours, their banter and trash talk as much a part of the match as their physical prowess.

"You're getting slow in your old age, Barton," Carol taunted, dodging an arrow with ease.

"Old age?" Clint scoffed, loosing another arrow. "I'm just warming up, Danvers. You're the one who's going to be sore tomorrow."

The two of them continued to trade blows, their bodies slick with sweat and their breath coming in ragged gasps. Finally, Carol managed to land a solid punch to Clint's jaw, sending him sprawling to the ground.

"Looks like I win," she said smugly, offering him a hand up.

Clint took her hand, pulling himself to his feet with a grunt. "You got lucky, Danvers. That's all."

"Lucky?" Carol raised an eyebrow. "I think you're just sore that you lost."

"Sore?" Clint's eyes narrowed. "I'll show you sore."

Before Carol knew what was happening, Clint had pulled her into a fierce kiss. His lips were firm and demanding, his tongue exploring her mouth with expert skill. Carol's knees went weak as desire flooded her body, her nipples hardening beneath her costume.

She responded eagerly, her hands tangling in Clint's hair as she pulled him closer. She could feel his erection pressing against her thigh, and she ground her hips against him, feeling a surge of satisfaction as he moaned into her mouth.

Clint's hands were everywhere, cupping her ass and pulling her closer, his fingers tracing the curve of her breast. He broke the kiss, trailing his lips down her neck to her collarbone. Carol gasped as he nipped at her skin, her fingers tightening in his hair.

"Bedroom," she managed to gasp out, her voice hoarse with desire.

Clint nodded, scooping her up in his arms and carrying her to the bedroom. He tossed her roughly onto the bed, following her down with a growl. His hands were rough as he tore at her costume, exposing her breasts to his gaze.

"Fuck, you're beautiful," he muttered, his eyes dark with desire.

Carol arched her back, offering herself to him. She reached up, pulling his head down to her breast. He sucked her nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the sensitive flesh. Carol moaned, her hips bucking as pleasure shot through her body.

Clint's hand slid down her body, cupping her pussy through her costume. He rubbed her clit through the fabric, the pressure building inside her. Carol writhed beneath him, her fingers clenching in the sheets as she fought to control herself.

"Please," she begged, her voice hoarse. "I need you inside me."

Clint didn't need to be asked twice. He ripped her costume the rest of the way off, exposing her completely to his gaze. He knelt between her legs, his eyes taking in every inch of her.

"Fuck, you're perfect," he muttered, his fingers tracing the curve of her hip.

Carol reached for him, pulling him down on top of her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him close. He entered her with a groan, his cock filling her completely.

They moved together, their bodies slick with sweat as they chased their release. Clint's hands were rough on her hips, pulling her closer as he thrust into her. Carol's fingers were tangled in his hair, pulling his head down to hers as she kissed him fiercely.

The pleasure built inside her, each thrust sending her closer to the edge. She could feel her orgasm building, the pressure inside her growing with each passing moment.

"Fuck, I'm close," she gasped, her fingers tightening in Clint's hair.

"Come for me, Carol," Clint growled, his hips snapping faster.

The pressure inside her finally snapped, sending her over the edge. She cried out, her body shuddering with pleasure as she came hard. Clint followed her over the edge, his cock twitching inside her as he filled her with his release.

They lay together, their bodies slick with sweat and their breath coming in ragged gasps. Carol traced her fingers over Clint's chest, her heart still racing from their encounter.