Marvel imagines and one-shots

Surprise!/Clint Barton

Warnings: Swearing, I guess 

Next: Bucky Barnes (pLuMsSsS)

Later: Thor the God of Hammers ofc

"Y/n, I'm home!" You heard. You were currently sitting on the couch in the living room, coffee in one hand and a book in another. Not that you were paying attention to the book, you were way too busy obsessing over the knit blanket that Clint got you as an early Christmas gift which currently rested on top of you. 

"I'm in the living room!" you shouted back. After hearing metal clanking and shuffling, Clint finally appeared in front of you and practically jumped on the couch, rushing to be under the blanket too. He may have gotten you the blanket but he certainly wasn't going to allow you to be the only one privileged to use it.  He leaned over to hug you across the waist as you let out a laugh while lowering your coffee cup and running your fingers through his hair.

"Mmmm...it's so warm in here," Clint's muffled voice made its way into your ears. 

"You could've just stayed here and ordered groceries, you know. No, but you insisted to go out, which I still don't get why," you replied. 

"Come on, everybody loves the snow."

"Yeah, bet you'd love it when it hits your face tomorrow morning," you chuckled, remembering that it's Christmas Eve today and come what may, you are having a snowball fight with him tomorrow. 

"Hey, no fair. You have extremely good aim when it comes to snowballs," he pouted.

"Honey, you're Hawkeye, an archer. How do you expect me to have better aim?" you pointed out.

"Look, I'll cut you a deal. I'll teach the... kids- if and when we have them, to have better aim than you in snowball fights," he stuttered. You could tell that he was still unsure about it since he moved around a little bit. 

"You bet, Barton," you smiled.

He gently pulled away to sit opposite you and started, "Speaking of kids, so, I was driving past a pet store and couldn't help but wonder how cute an animal would be in our home..." 

Your brows furrowed in confusion. "Clint Farcis Barton! Who and what the hell did you bring home?" you asked, sternly. 

He nervously laughed, shouted "Surprise!" and made a run for it. You called after him, "Barton, get the fuck back here! We're not finished yet!" When you got no response, you resided in putting your head in your hands. So many thoughts were bombarding you right now. "What animal did he get? Is it a dog? Dogs require walks and stuff. A cat? Ugh, cats are moody as hell. What if he brought like a...pig? Knowing him, it's not exactly a surprise that he can do this kind of shit. What if some ridiculous animal like a snake? Yeah, people use that as a pet, how am I supposed to even go near it?" 

The last thought getting the best of you, you jumped from the couch and followed the hallway. You could hear metal clanking again. "Clint? Sweetheart, did you get like a snake? Or something?"

"A snake? Are you okay? Why would I get a snake? We are not living in Brazil, Y/n." You heard his voice booming from somewhere in the house. 

"Why are you hiding?" You questioned, turning right for the foyer. 

"I'm not. I'm just stuffing myself with pillows in case Satan makes an appearance when and if you get mad."

"Come out, I swear, I won't get mad."

"Oh not cool, Y/n. Classic mom line. Got enough lessons as a kid to understand that's a scam. Boooooo!" he called back. 

"Well, at least can I meet the pet?" you asked. Not that you hated animals, this was just too sudden to process. 

"Alright, close your eyes!" You did as he asked and heard footsteps. As soon as they stopped, you meekly opened each eye one by one. There, Clint was proudly holding up a puppy in his arms.

"Are you....trying to recreate the scene from Lion King?" you asked, noting his position. 

"Yeah might've. Not the point, Y/n meet Dan!" He slowly extended Dan, a bagel breed, towards you. As soon as you looked at him, your heart just melted right there and then. He was so cute, it honestly hurt. Ho slowly took Dan from Clint's hold and cradled him in your arms.

"Babe, he's so cute. How though? Oh my god, have you seen his brown eyes?" You cooed. 

"I know right, he's so lovely." You both gushed over him for like the next ten minutes, until you both put him down in his bed, that Clint had so thoughtfully bought on the way back. 

"Aw, I love him!" You said as you both walked towards the kitchen. You went and kissed Clint on the cheek. 

"You know, I 'm starting to think that you love him more than you do me." He pretended to be sad by adding a gloomy tone in his voice. 

"I-" you said. You were going to tell him that it's adorable that he's jealous but he cut you off and said-

"Thought you were bae- turns out your just fam." And turned away. 

You thought for about two seconds and said, "Okayyyyy, we're minimising patroling with Peter."

You both laughed hard at that and continued towards the kitchen to make lunch....only to be followed by Dan who was following both of you around the house. 

AN:

Hello! How are you doing? Hoped you liked the chapter, and well if you didn't-  sorry I guess!! Anyways, thank you for 79 reads?! What? 79 READS? I didn't expect to get like 13, but thank you!!! Also huge thank you to the people who voted a couple of times, really does mean a lot actually. 

Also, the next chapter is Bucky and then Thor, so look out for that. 

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