Running Fearless ( Avengers Fanfiction)

Chapter 31

There was nothing like the smell of coffee brewing in the morning to put a smile on your face. For some reason though, that smile wasn't coming to Katie's face. Her eyes flickered open as the familiar scent hit her nose, and the moment it did her face falls into a frown. She tosses the covers aside violently, before bringing her feet to the floor. Her eyes scan the room for her robe, but doesn't see it. She simply shakes her head and hopes the fact that she's only wearing a white tank top that can barely contain her bulging belly and a pair of boy shorts doesn't distract from the fact that she was going to kill him. The moment she walks around the kitchen, she sees him with the mug in his hands about to take a sip.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" she asked and Clint whirled around instantly his mouth slightly open as if about to say something, but he stops to take in her appearance and can't help but stare. She's angry and half naked, a combination he wasn't disliking at the moment. He brought the mug to his lips and he saw the way her eyes widened. They had an agreement. He was going to go through this with her and if she had to give up coffee and alcohol then so was he. "You better not-" before she could even finish that thought, the mug was to his lips and the warm liquid was streaming down his throat. "You bastard!" she snapped before turning and storming off. He dropped the mug on the counter before chasing after her, reaching out to grab her around the waist to stop her. "I hate you so much!" she tried pulling from his grasp, but he wasn't letting her get away that easy.

"I'm sorry, but you were playing dirty." Clint said and she turned to him with a roll of her eyes. "One week of the silent treatment Kat is pure torture." she finally stopped struggling in his grasp and turned her eyes to meet his.

"I don't think you would've wanted to hear anything I wanted to say to you." she replied. They were standing in the middle of their bedroom, Clint's arms wrapped around her keeping her close to him. "You have a brother that I, your wife, knew nothing about." Clint turned away slightly and Katie placed a hand on his cheek. "Look if this is something you really just don't want to talk about with me—"

"Kat," Clint turned back to her, his hands moving to cup her face between his hands. "Me not wanting to talk about this has nothing to do with you. My brother— hell, my family isn't something I like talking about. It's in the past and that's where I would like it to stay."

"It won't though." she replied. "Your brother's here and for whatever reason wants to talk to you and he doesn't seem to be going away. Trust me when I say that running from your past is a waste of time an energy." Clint's eyes trailed to her lips that were half parted. Discussing his brother was the last thing he wanted to do right now and so he dipped his head to kiss her lips. She returned the kiss almost hungrily as she tasted the remnants of coffee on his lips and tongue. It felt like it had been ages since she'd had coffee. He heard the vibrating of his phone and he groaned in annoyance as he pulled away, a move that proved dissatisfactory to his wife, who pulled his lips back to hers.

"I have to get that." he said his lips still moving against hers.

"No you don't." she replied before he moaned quietly into her lips as her fingers made their way under his shirt to touch his skin. The phone vibrated again, this time not as loud as it was before. It wasn't long before he heard nothing but the sounds of their heavy breathing, and moans filling the room. They began moving toward the bed, when a loud annoying banging sound stopped them both. They pulled apart, both breathing fast, with a look of lust in their eyes. Clint looked over to the clock on the wall and shook his head. It was way too early for anyone to be here, and that could only mean one thing.

"I'm going to kill him." Clint said and Katie sighed before grabbing a fist full of his shirt and pulling him to her.

"That's going to take way too long. I kind of want you right now, so how about settling for getting rid of him so you can show me how torturous this week has been." she said her eyes looking down to his lips and smiling before meeting his eyes once again. Clint's hands gripped her waist as he leaned forward, but the banging from the door once again interrupted.