Marvel Imagines (Requests: ON HOLD)

Seven Minutes In Heaven - Clint

A/N: This is going to be a mini series I update frequently with new characters if they're requested :)

Please read the first part of Tony's one for the main story before picking out the character.

An arrowhead.

And a very sharp one at that.

You pulled back, cursing as a few drops of blood fell from your finger.

"What the fuck?!" You hissed.

Tony pursed his lips, trying not to smirk. "I guess that means Barton's up."

"Did you seriously use a real arrow?" Clint asked, unimpressed as he walked over.

Tony gave him a blank looks. "Oops."

"I'll show you 'oops' in a minute." You threatened, sucking on the tip of your finger to clean the blood.

"In the closet." Was all he replied, shoving you and Clint towards the tiny space.

You let out another string of curses as the door closed and shadowed you in total darkness.

"Asshole!" You yelled. "Can't see anything in here."

"Hold on, I'll get the light." Clint said.

You heard him feeling around for the switch before finally a little light bulb flickered on. It wasn't anything special but it was enough to illuminate most of the area at least.

"Better?" Clint asked, smiling a little.

You scoffed. "At least now I can see my mutilated wound."

"I'm sure it's not that bad. Can I take a look?"

"Knock yourself out."

You held out your finger. You were very clearly exaggerating since all he could see was a tiny red dot with a very thin and short trail of blood on the side.

"You know what, (Y/n)? I think it's over for you." He joked.

You rolled your eyes playfully. "Yeah?"

"Yep. You're totally bleeding out."

"Well shit. I guess I gotta write my will. You know, leave my nothing to someone."

"Yeah, you best get on that ASAP."

The two of you shared a laugh before you sighed. "Seriously, though, it hurts like hell."

"I'm not surprised." He started to look around. "I'm sure Tony's got something helpful in this place."

"He's gonna have my foot up his ass when I get out."

"I'm sure he'll love that."

"Knowing my luck."

He smiled before noticing a little box on the top shelf. "Oh, hey, I got something."

He took it out and luckily it was a medkit. He searched inside and you waited patiently while he took a small roll of bandages and a bit of medical tape.

Before long, he'd bandaged the finger and stopped the minimal bleeding.

"Better?" He asked.

You shrugged, pouting a little. "Still hurts."

With a smile that seemed all the more attractive in the dim light, he gently held your hand and pressed a kiss to the tip of your finger. Butterflies erupted in your stomach and it took more self control than you'd like to admit to remain calm.

"You know..." You bit your lip. "I think my lips kinda hurt as well."

Clint raised a brow, giving you a smirk. "No problem."

He leaned in and kissed you.

Immediately all control went out the window. One of your hands was on the back of his neck and the other tangled in his hair as he held your waist and brought you even closer. The ache of pain in your finger was completely forgotten and all you could process was that blissful moment, even after you both pulled back.

"How do you feel?" He asked smugly.

Breathless, you were glad he couldn't see how red you were. "When we get out of here, I'll show you some other places that might need a little attention."