Marvel Imagines

[Pt. 2] Wrong Place, Right Time (Clint Barton X Reader)

A/N: This is literally part 100 of this book. Holy cow. I need a different hobby. Anyways. Enjoy the conclusion of the previous one-shot I wrote! Courtesy of my tired brain and inspiration from episode 2 of Hawkeye.

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You can feel the blush you'd shoved away from earlier attempting to rise once more as your brain is quick to connect the dots with just who had saved your face from being smashed in by whoever those tracksuit clad maniacs were.

"You don't happen to be the same Clint Barton who is also known as Hawkeye, who also saved New York back in 2012?" You muse aloud, praying that the excitement in your tone isn't as evident as your head makes it sound.

"I was just doing my job. We all were," Clint grumbles as you both leave the aisle with the medical related items and head towards the front of the store.

Humble? Or ignorant to the fact that he and the rest of the Avengers inspired so many?

"You all did more than your job that day," You inform your savior as he pays for the few items he'd nabbed off the shelf earlier, seeming to be ignoring you.

"Oh yeah? How so?" Comes his reply, turning back towards the cashier once more.

"The Avengers inspired millions, myself included. And you specifically-"

You cut yourself off, mid-sentence, debating your next few words.

"You proved to me that those who seem the most normal can be truly abnormal."

The man in front of you chuckles with a shake of his head, thanking the cashier with a soft, "Merry Christmas," before guiding you both back out into the cold and snow, the crisp air making you wince.

"Abnormal meaning that you don't have to be some blond haired, blue eyed, Super-Soldier to be a hero," You continue, a sheepishness falling into your tone as a silence settles between you both.

The snow crunches beneath your boots, your paces continually falling in and out of sync with Clint's longer ones, your cheeks beginning to sting from the cold wind that had picked up from before.

"Where are we headed?" You mumble, raising your gaze from the snowy sidewalk and your feet up to meet his gaze.

And to your surprise, as your head moves upwards, you watch his snap straight ahead, almost as if you'd caught him staring.

Which, maybe you had.

You internally chuckle at that idea.

"Somewhere safer and warmer than out here," He explains, allowing his gaze to meet yours for a brief moment to share a nod agreement between you both.

"Sounds good to me."

You had never thought you'd be walking down some dark street at what now is essentially almost midnight with an Avenger at your side.

And it had to be the very same Avenger who you'd always admired and maybe, for lack of a better word, fancied.

But you'd always figured you'd never meet any of the Avengers, let alone the one who, like you admitted earlier, proved that normal people can be heroes.

So, you'd always just kept your head down and worked away at life, not entirely knowing what to do other than what society dictates is considered the norm.

And now, here you are, completely tossed through the window away from normalcy, having nearly been beat to death by some gang you'd never heard of nor seen before, only to have been saved by someone you'd swear you'd never thought you'd meet.