Stories I've Written Based On Songs

Jealous

Seeing her with another man has Clint on edge. He knows she's not interested in the other man, but Clint can't help himself as he huffs. He straightens his back and clears his throat, narrowing his eyes. She can feel his eyes on her and smiles knowing that he is glaring at Steve. It makes her want to laugh, but she refrains.

It's karaoke night at the compound. Everyone has picked out a song to sing. All but Clint, that is. He normally wouldn't do it or Nat would make him join her in one of their favorite songs. Tonight though, he was ready and had the perfect song in mind.
Without missing a beat, Clint goes over to the sheet and writes down his name and the song. After a few of the others go, his name is called and everyone looks on in confusion except for Nat. She smirks and looks on with interest, her arms crossed over her chest as the beat starts up.
"I don't like the way he's looking at you~ I'm starting to think you want him too~ Am I crazy? Have I lost ya? Even though I know you love me, can't help it. I turn my chin music up and I'm puffin' my chest. I'm getting red in the face. Ya can call me obsessed. It's not your fault that they hover. I mean no disrespect. It's my right to be hellish, I still get jealous! 'Cause you're too sexy, beautiful and everybody wants a taste. That's why I still get jealous! 'Cause you're too sexy, beautiful and everybody wants a taste. That's why I still get jealous!"
Nat grins and rests her hip against the bar while others dance and laugh.
"I wish you didn't have to post it out~ I wish you'd save a little bit just for me~ Protective or possessive? Girl~ Call it passive or aggressive? I turn my chin music up and I'm puffin' my chest. I'm getting red in the face. Ya can call me obsessed. It's not your fault that they hover. I mean no disrespect. It's my right to be hellish, I still get jealous! 'Cause you're too sexy, beautiful and everybody wants a taste. That's why I still get jealous! 'Cause you're too sexy, beautiful and everybody wants a taste. That's why I still get jealous!"
Nat looks on lovingly with a small smile, locking eyes with Clint. He smiles back at her and continues.
"You're the only one invited. Say there's no one else for you! 'Cause you know I get excited when you get jealous too! I turn my chin music up and I'm puffin' my chest. I'm turning red in the face! Ya can call me obsessed. It's not your fault that they hover. I mean no disrespect. It's my right to be hellish, I still get jealous!"
He hits the high notes pretty well and the room erupts in cheers and applause.
"'Cause you're too sexy, beautiful and everybody wants a taste. That's why I still get jealous! 'Cause you're too sexy, beautiful and everybody wants a taste. That's why I still get jealous! Oh~ That's why~ I still get jealous! Oh~ That's why~ I still get jealous!"

After he is finished, there are applause and hollering as well as laughter. Clint walks away and over to the bar. Natasha saunters up and leans her hip against the edge of it. A smirk rests on her lips and Clint looks straight ahead as he takes a gulp from his glass.

"How many of those have you had tonight?" she asks in amusement and Clint looks down at the glass.

"Lost count," he mutters and shrugs before downing the rest.

Natasha chuckles and grabs his arm.

"Come on... Let's go to our room and I'll remind you why you don't need to be jealous of Steve," she purrs with a cheeky grin that Clint returns with his lopsided one.

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Sorry guys... I absolutely had to write this one. It was too funny not to. Can you imagine Clint singing this song? 😂