Marvel Imagines

Best Part of Me (Clint Barton X Reader)

A/N: Inspired by the song that stabs me right in the feels every single time I listen to it: "Best Part of Me" by Jeremy Renner. If you have a listen to that song, it'll sort of provide what I like to think of Clint's internal monologue throughout this story! So yeah! Enjoy!

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You've always spent your birthdays alone.

Partly because you'd never really had any close friends, nor any significant other to share what is supposed to be a special day.

But this year, that was supposed to be different.

You'd finally found a group of friends that were more of a family to you than anyone who was blood related to you ever was.

And, you finally met someone who cares more deeply about you than even yourself likely does.

But, as you gaze out the rain stained window of the living room of Avengers Tower, the New York sky becoming increasingly darker by the minute, you sigh heavily.

"I guess he won't be back, after all," You murmur, turning your back to the window and frowning at the woman sitting on the couch, a book in hand, her eyes skimming the pages.

"He'll make it back before midnight," She assures with a grin, lowering her novel to pass you a teasing smirk. "He said he'd be home for your birthday, so he has 'till midnight."

"Yeah, I guess he does, technically," You chuckle softly, settling back into the plush couch for what seems like the hundredth time that day - awaiting your fiancé's arrival.

"And Clint's never one to break his promises, I can promise you that one," Natasha hums from the opposite of you, sharing one last look before delving back into her book.

"He certainly isn't," You sigh tiredly, eyes beginning to feel heavy, though you ignore the fatigue.

I've got to stay awake till he gets back.

It's been days since you've seen your fiancé last.

The end of last week, he and Steve were headed out to investigate and interrupt a new HYDRA supply chain which had roots deeper than any of you first realized.

Clint had called you every night that he could, assuring you that he was fine and that the Mission was going according to plan.

But he never failed to end the call with a warm, "I'll make it home for your birthday. I promise."

So, you held out for that promise, eagerly anticipating the Friday that your birthday has decided to fall on this year.

And all day, you've sat in the living room which overlooks the landing pad for the Team's Quinjet, just waiting, hoping, to see the familiar vehicle come in for its landing sequence.

But, the day is quickly coming to a close and as time crawls by, your teammates that were available decide to set their birthday celebration plans in action, of which you pleaded with them that they be nothing too extravagant.

Which, thankfully, they weren't.

Dinner was made, courtesy of takeout.

Cake was cut and consumed and a few beverages are passed around.

And now, after all of that, a fantastic birthday evening that you couldn't have asked to be better, you once more assume your position on the living room couch.