Avenger Imagines

Idiot - Clint Barton x Reader

"Ew, you're sad again." Clint commented, putting away his arrow as you unloaded your own equipment.

Scoffing, you looked up to him. "It's always a pleasure to be around you too, Barton." Dropping onto the floor, you begun your leg stretches and pretended to not notice his flickering gaze on you.

Clint smiled, tossing next to him, and inspecting his bow. "What is it now? Another brawl with whoever was leading your team?"

You nodded, it was often that you bumped heads with whoever led your team. Much like most of the Avenger, you were extremely hardheaded and refused to follow idiots. "This nice little brawl cost me my weekend. I know Steve is trying to minimize punishment, but god."

Clint gathered his items, with a small smile dancing on his lips. "At least you'll be spending it with me." You looked up with a raised eyebrow. "Yep, I was dragged into the weekend mission too."

You groaned dramatically as Clint walked away. "Every girls dream weekend, huh?"

-

You pinched the bridge of your nose, trying to summon patience as you paced. Your team was down, badly, no thanks to the fuckwad leading it. Out of five, two were bleeding out as Clint attended to them.

"We have to leave." The leader, Timothy stated. You whipped around, with two hands on your hips.

"Are you insane? If we leave without those plans, Steve is gonna have our asses on a silver platter!"

Timothy puffed up. "We got two injured-"

"And who's fault is that?" You sneered, pointing a finger at him. "I told you that dumbass plan wasn't going to work."

"I'm the leader of this team!"

You fumbled with your side bag, tossing your medic kit to Clint. "Whoever put you in charge has to be a bigger idiot than you."

"You gonna tell Steve that?" Clint asked, breaking the tension. You rolled your eyes, racking your brain for ideas.

"I'm the leader, and I'm calling it quits - now." Timothy stated, walking towards the control panel on the jet. You yanked him back, with fire in your eyes.

"We are not leaving without those plans." You repeated, pushing him into a seat. "You can return to Steve with a thumb up your ass and two injured on your own."

"I'm not authorizing this." Timothy crossed his arms, watching you load up.

You threw your hands up. "Fine, I'll do it myself!" You angrily reloaded your gear, watching as Timothy impatiently watched you.

"I'm going with her." Clint suddenly said, grabbing his bow and tossing his med kit to Timothy. "How about you help these two instead of sitting on your ass?"

You turned, shaking your head. "Clint, you can't."

"I can and I will."

You rolled your eyes. "No, this is me being Steve's headache. If you get hurt because you're following me, it's gonna be my fault."

Clint placed his hands on your shoulder, with a teasing grin on his face. "I've been annoying Steve since before you were on this team, plus you're kinda hot when you're mad."

With that, you and Clint hauled ass of the jet - and into the field.

"Hey," Clint's voice crackled onto your ear as you both split ways. "How many times do I have to get shot at before I get a pity kiss?"'

You chuckled, hiding behind a stone wall, and looking over to the enemy guards speaking. "How many can you take?"

Clint snickered. "You trying to kill me? As many as you need, sweetheart."

-
The doors to the jet barely had open at the compound before Timothy went flying out of it. You stalked out with a renewed fire in your eyes, as you marched towards Steve's office. Clint didn't follow far behind, with a smile on his face that was getting harder to hide by the minute.

"Y/n," Steve barely got out the greeting before you slammed your hands on his desk. "Uh-oh."

"You, my good sir, are a fucking idiot." You stated, watching Steve's eyes go wide.

He placed his cup down, with a sigh. "Can't say I haven't heard that one before."

"Clint, the papers." You put your hand out without losing eye contact with the Captain as Clint happily passed them over. "The bigger idiot you assigned as the leader came up with this bullshit of a plan, that I told him not to do."

Clint cleared his throat. "About ten times."

Steve sighed, his eyes running over the documents before he peered up to Clint who was almost bouncing on his feet. "And why are you so excited, Barton?"

Clint pulled up his shirt, not only showing off an impressive body, but the two bullets lodged into his sides. You jumped, turning to face him and worriedly inspect him.

"Clint, what the fuck? You need to go get you checked!"

Clint slapped away your hands, pulling his shirt back down. "Please, I'm off three of Bruce's pains pills, I'm waiting for my pity kiss."

Steve rubbed his eyes, pushing the documents away from him. "Y/n, congratulations not only are now ranked as a leader, but also have the village idiot after you."