Avengers Imagines

Clint Barton; Soulmate au- A whole Year. Ugh.

A whole Year. Ugh.

Soulmate au

Clint Barton x fem!reader

Word count: 845

A world where you and your soulmate have the same tattoo.

READERS POV

I've been with the Avengers for a year now, and while it definitely wasn't easy work the payoff was rewarding. I had been at the top of my class at S.H.E.I.L.D, surpassing all the other agents immensely so Nick Fury had offered me a spot on the team.

And well, here I am.

I'd definitely say my best friends were Nat, Wanda and Clint. Though, I was especially close to Clint. We just clicked.

"Hey Barton, wanna spar?" I asked as I walked into the training room, seeing Clint already there.

"Yeah, I'm down. Are you sure you can beat though me Y/L/N?" Clint asked teasingly.

"Duh, you're going down Barton. I'm gonna beat your ass."

"Language." Steve called; walking passed the doorway.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, bitch, asshole, motherfucker!" I started screaming, making Clint chuckle.

"Seriously! Come on Y/N!" We heard Steve yell from further down the hall, which sent both of us into a laughing fit, nearly falling over from laughing so hard.

Once we recovered, I stretched before joining Clint on the mats.

"Ready?" I questioned smugly. 

"I was born ready. Are you?"

"F.R.I.D.A.Y, play my sparring playlist please." I asked the AI.

"Of course, Ms. Y/L/N."

Almost immediately, 'Main Attraction' by Jeremy Renner started playing. I smirked at Clint getting into my stance. I watched as he shuffled around, studying his movements. When he finally sent a fist towards my face, I blocked him and swept his legs out from underneath of him.

Dusting my hands off I looked at him on the ground. "Come on, you can do better than that." I teased mockingly, before offering Clint my hand and pulling him up off the ground.

"I'm just warming up. I let you win, " he said.

"Yeah okay, " I chuckled. "Let's go again."

This time I made the first move. I kicked my leg up towards his middle. Anticipating him grabbing my foot, I let him and used the momentum to allow myself to swing myself up so that I was on his shoulders before doing Nat's signature move.

Standing up, I left Clint panting slightly on the floor. "You've been sparring with Nat too much lately."

He got up and resumed his position. However, this time he sent me a little smirk throwing me off.

Clint made the first move, faking to the left before swinging at my right side catching me in the ribs. Winding me for a moment, he used this as his advantage to sweep at my knees, knocking me to the floor. He crawled on top of me, legs on both sides of my hips, grabbing both of my hands with his and pinning them to either side of my head.

"Told you I was just letting you win," he smirked down at me.

"Yeah, yeah, okay, you win. Let me go." I said struggling a little in his grip as I tried to get free, causing the top of my crop top to slide to the right slightly.

Clint froze, staring at the little arrow tattooed into my left collar bone. Neither of us had seen each other's soulmate tattoos before.

"What?" I asked, trying to break him out of his trance.

Clint suddenly let go of my hands, and I pulled them to my sides. He sat up still straddling me before pulling down the right side of his t-shirt, revealing the same arrow tattoo. This time it was my turn to freeze.

I glanced up at him slowly, my lips parted slightly from the shock.

Not a second later he leant back down, and his lips were pressed firmly to mine, hands cupping my cheeks. I felt his tongue snake along my bottom lip asking for entrance and I happily granted it to him, letting him have dominance over the kiss knowing he'd probably win anyway. Bringing my hands up to the back of his head, I tugged on his hair causing him to let out a loud groan. Fuck, this felt so right.

When we finally pulled away needing air, my eyes remained closed as a smile spread across my face. The sounds of our heavy breathing surrounded us as Clint rested his forehead against mine. 

"So, you're telling me that we could have been doing that for a whole fucking year. Ugh," I groaned.

Clint laughed lightly as he pulled away, quickly pecking my cheek, before he climbed off of me and pulled me to my feet. Once we were both standing, he wrapped his arms securely around my waist before picking me up and twirling me around.

A joyous laughter instantly escaped my lips, and he kissed me once again as he slowly came to a stop.

NAT'S POV

I could hear laughing coming from the training room as I walked by. Leaning against the doorway I watched as Clint spun Y/N around before stopping and kissing her. I smiled to myself as I pushed myself off where I was leaning and started walking away, leaving them to their moment.

Those idiots finally figured it out.

A/N

First go at Clint:)

-Taryn