Avengers Imagines

Clint Barton #1

"Agent ______, training room now." Agent Romanoff's voice rung through my ear piece.

I didn't reply she knew I would be there in ten minutes.

We always had a bit of sparing. She was the one who trained me and she always checked up on my training.

Of course I wasn't as good as her but I was as dedicated as her.

I arrived in a sports bra which doubled as a crop top which hung to my body and tight short shorts. I was wearing my converse on my way there but quickly changed into my trainers before entering the ring.

"You won't be sparing me today... You'll be sparing with Clint." She smirked. She knew I liked him.

I scowled at her before Clint came over in his tight vest which showed off his abs and muscles nicely and shorts. He entered the ring with a small smile.

Natasha declared our start but soon left giving us clear instructions.

1. The winner pins the opponent down for five seconds.

2. Nothing other than the body to be used to attack the opponents.

3. Try not to kill each other.

Simple.

We squared off before he made the first move which I dodged with mild succession.

We fought. Mostly dodging each other until he caught me off guard and tripped me over.

I fell and he braced my fall with his strong arms before he straddled me.

I struggled under his hold.

"One... Two..." He smugly counted, a smile on his lips as he had won.

Not so fast.

I reached up and pulled his lips to mine and kissed him hard.

He melted into the kiss and I used this to my advantage as I rolled over and pinned him underneath me.

I grinned.

"This is a very nice position." He smirked.

"Three... Four..." I smirked.

He lent up and kissed me pulling me Down to lie completely on top of him.

"Five..." I smirked, pulling back.

I rolled off him and climbed out the ring.

I bent over and took off my trainers replacing them with my comfortable converse.

I could feel his gaze on me but I brushed it off.

I walked out and towards my quarters.

"______!" I heard someone call.

I knew it was Clint so I slowed my pace.

"Good fight you put up there." He said, catching up to me.

"Your just getting too old." That was a lie he was only three years older than me.

"That's not true!" He defended, but he couldn't keep his smile off his lips.

"Relationships in a work place aren't what I like." I teased.

"What was that stunt you pulled back there?" He asked

"A simple distraction." I smirked, reaching my quarters.

"It seemed a bit more than a distraction." He said.

"Did it? I told you I don't do relationships in the work place." I said.

"Well this is going to make it very awkward isn't it..." He said.

Leaning down and closing the height distance.

When I was in my uniform it wasn't such a large gap as I wore heels but I was wearing flats.

His lips on mine caused fireworks to set off, coursing through my veins.

My hands were on his chest and his were wrapped firmly around my waist.

"Tell me you didn't feel that." He breathed.

"Sorry... What?" I asked, slightly dazed.

"She likes you back." Natasha said, walking past us.

"Hmm, is that right?" He asked, smirking.

"Maybe..." I said, running my hands down his chest.

He took a sharp intake of breath.

"Keep me posted on the next opportunity to beat your ass..." I smiled, pecking his lips.

"I'll be looking forward to it." He said, as I closed the door in his face.

I smiled, Natasha had been right. He had liked me back... I just needed the confidence boost...