Marvel Imagines

[Pt. 1] Trouble in Paris (Clint Barton X Reader)

A/N: Inspired by the ambience below and the image above. (I think Jeremy Renner could totally be the next James Bond after Daniel Craig. Yeah? Just me? Okay.) Have a listen while you read! Credit: Nemo's Dreamscapes

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You hated everything about this Mission.

The location, the guise, the non-exisitent extraction plan.

You hated everything about this Mission other than one detail.

The person who you're working alongside isn't so bad.

Sharing a small nod with each other as the taxi you're in pulls to a stop outside of a rather extravagant looking hotel, you grimace.

It's been raining non-stop since you and your Partner had arrived here.

Not too handy for staying unnoticeable when possibly having to dash inside and then out.

Extending an arm out towards your quickly dampening figure now standing in the rain, the taxi long gone, you give your Partner a momentary look of confusion at his gesture.

Though when he raises his eyebrows slightly in suggestion and reminder, you inwardly groan.

Right. Your covers.

"Thank you," You chuckle much too adoringly, hating every passing second as you hurry to keep in step with your Partner's hurried strides, leaving the rain behind.

The foyer you find yourself standing in is absolutely stunning.

Classical pillars rise past you on either side, the floors a sleek looking marble of sorts...

"Monsieur," A sudden voice sounds from in front of you both, a neatly put together bellhop hurrying towards you, his heels clicking rapidly against the floor. "Madame."

The man at your side just nods stiffly while you force your best polite smile, nodding along as well.

"Welcome to the Four Seasons Hotel Paris," He greets enthusiastically, his thick French accent difficult to navigate through at first, though you quickly catch on. "Your luggage has already been brought to your suite. I'll take you there now, if you'd follow me."

Obliging, you both follow after the young French bellhop, an unsuspecting bounce in his step.

It's a shame these people don't realize to the full extent of what's about to go on around here.

Footsteps echoing through the hallways, you allow your gaze to cast upwards towards your Partner, his own blue gaze appearing to be calculating and memorizing the route you're currently taking.

Which, he probably is.

After all, it's not like your stay here is going to be a picnic.

The elevator you'd been ushered into previously dings as the doors whisk open, a much smaller hallway being presented in front of you.

The bellhop gleefully guides you both towards the large door at the very end, handing the man at your side the room key.

"And here you are! Enjoy your stay with us!"

And with that, he turns on his heel and scurries off back the way you'd came, disappearing as the elevator closes shut.

"Let's see how fancy this room is that Nat was going on about before we left," Clint Barton grumbles from your side after ensuring the hallway was empty so he could shake away his persona.