Avengers Imagines

Clint Barton- Teach Me

Teach Me

Clint Barton x fem!reader

Word count: 1348

READERS POV

I walked into the shooting range prepared to practice with my throwing knives, only to find Clint already there.

"Hey Clint."

"Hey Y/N/N, what's up?"

I held up one of my knives, "Just here to practice."

About two years ago I was recruited to the team. Much like Bucky and Nat, I was also a reformed assassin. I specialized in throwing knives, like Bucky did, but I was arguably better than he was.

Clint nodded his head, then went back to shooting. I just stood there watching him for a minute. As good as I was with my knives and shooting a gun, I could never seem to master the bow. I'd also had a crush on the archer since I joined the team.

As good as I was at hiding my feelings, Nat was able to read me like a book and she figured it out one day almost a year ago now. She ended up later that week bringing it up to Wanda at our girls' night, though Wanda had confessed to already knowing. I remember playfully fixing her with a glare as she admitted to reading my thoughts, before laughing it off. In a way it had kind of been nice to get it off my chest, and as far as I knew, they were the only ones who knew my secret. I snapped myself out of my thoughts after realizing that I had been standing there for a lot longer than anticipated and started making my way over.

"Hey uh, Clint," I started. "D-do you maybe think you could teach me how to shoot a bow?" I asked shyly. If there was one thing that could give it away to anyone but Nat, it would be that I was always slightly shyer around Clint than anyone else on the team. He looked at me for a second as if seeing if I was really asking, and when he found no doubt, he nodded his head in agreeance.

"Yeah, come here. You really don't know how?" He asked. I set my knives on a nearby table and made my way to stand in front of him.

"No." I said quietly, glancing up at him. "I could always get the hang of guns and knives, but the bow never seemed to click."

"Got it. Well, I'll teach you. But you have to teach me how to use your knives afterwards. Deal?" Clint questioned, holding out his hand for me to shake.

"Deal," I agreed shaking his hand.

Clint gestured for me to move to the side slightly, then turned to face me. He began showing me the proper stance and where to notch the arrow, before he pulled back and let the arrow fly.

The arrow hit dead center on the target as per usual. "See? Easy. Okay, it's your turn."

"Yeah, easy." I muttered underneath my breath as he handed me his bow. I tried to copy Clint's movements, but when I let the arrow fly, it hit nowhere near the target. "Damnit."

"You're doing it wrong. Here." Clint said, letting out a small chuckle at my struggle.

He positioned himself behind me, pressing his chest against my back, before his large hands gripped tightly onto my hips. My cheeks immediately flushed, and I thanked God that I was facing away from him.

Clint shifted my hips, so they were angled slightly, before he used his foot to nudge my feet apart a little more. His hands slid up the sides of my waist, arms wrapping around me as he gripped both of my hands where they were holding the bow, making my breath hitch in my throat.

"Do I make you nervous, Y/N?" Clint asked, smugness in his tone.

"N-no." I said, cursing myself internally for stuttering. Yes, my brain thought.

"I think I do." He stated before he lifted the bow up, positioning it.

"Shoot." Clint whispered, his breath grazing my ear as he spoke before he took a step back away from me.

My brain went fuzzy at his one simple word, leaving me in a dazed state for a couple seconds before I shook my head, snapping myself out of it. Get yourself together Y/N. I pulled the bowstring back and the arrow went flying, hitting a seven on the target this time.

I cheered happily, setting Clint's bow down on the ground in front of me, before turning around and wrapping him up in a hug. His head came down to rest on my shoulder.

"I did it." I sighed joyfully, still ecstatic from hitting the target.

"You did." He said, his voice muffled a bit as he spoke into my shoulder, his grip on me tightening. "I'm so proud of you."

My grin was huge, and I'm sure he could feel it where my head was buried in his chest, because I felt like it just kept getting larger and larger. After a minute we pulled away slightly, enough so that we could both see each other.

I looked up into his beautiful blue eyes, and one of his hands left my waist. He raised his hand up, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear that had fallen in front of my face, staring into my own eyes.

I couldn't read the expression on his face for once, but it didn't take long to figure out what he was thinking about as he leant down, pressing a sweet kiss to my lips. I brought my hands up, setting them on his cheeks, hoping to prolong the kiss for as long as I could. I wish I could stay here in this moment, forever.

We pulled away a few seconds later, the kiss still lingering on both our lips. I smiled up at him and he returned it before bringing me back into his arms. What I'd give to remain in his arms. Being here encased in them felt like home.

"I've wanted to do that forever," Clint admitted to me.

"Me too," I confessed.

When we finally separated, he smirked at me. "So, you finally shot a bow and hit the target. What kind of assassin can't shoot a bow?" He teased.

I glared at him with playfulness written all over my expression. "Shut up. And besides, I did have a pretty great teacher."

"Oh yeah?" He asked.

"Yep." I confirmed, popping the 'p'.

"Well, miss Y/L/N. As I understand, we had a deal. I do believe that it's your turn to teach me."

"Hmm. Are you sure? I think I'd remember such a thing." I said teasingly, scratching the side of my head as if I had to think about it. Clint gave me a look as he laughed at my antics before creeping closer to me.

"W-what are you doing Clinton?" I asked, slowly taking steps back from him until I hit the wall.

"Oh, nothing." He spoke. Next thing I knew, his hands were at the sides of my waist tickling me. I was laughing so hard I felt like I couldn't breathe as he kept going. "Remember yet?"

"Nope."

Clint kept tickling me for a few more minutes, never once letting up. "As soon as you say that you remember, I'll stop."

It was finally getting hard for me to breathe, and I needed oxygen, so I caved. "A-alright, alright, I-I remember. I-it's m-my turn." I stuttered out.

His hands immediately stopped, and I took in a big gulp of air, slumping against him a little as I regained my breathing. "All you had to do was admit it, baby." Clint said.

I punched his shoulder lightly, lifting myself off of him. Clint then turned around to grab my knives off the table, and I took this opportunity to wrap my arms around him from behind.

Clint chuckled, setting my knives back down, and placing his hands over mine. He twisted himself so that he was facing me and leant down giving me a quick peck.

"Come on baby, you ready?" He implored.

"Yep. Let's teach you how to throw a knife."

A/N

Finally another Clint:)

-Taryn