Marvel Imagines

Clint- Win

You narrow your eyes at the screen in front of you, using your elbows to try and knock Clint's controller out of his grasp.

"Stop, you're cheating!" Clint yells, but nudges your controller with his elbow.

Laughing, you work your fingers on the controller and bump into Clint's arm. "What're you talking about?"

He tosses down the controller as you throw a blue shell at him. "(Y/n)!"

"Sorry, Clint. But I've gotta win!" You smirk as he groans when you cross the finish line in first place.

"Seriously, Mario Cart too? You've beaten me at all of the other games we've played! You couldn't let me win this one game?" Clint whines, turning off the tv and faces you.

Lifting a shoulder, you stand and head to the kitchen. "Don't be such a soar loser, Clint."

When you turn your back to grab a glass, Clint's arms wrap around your waist and pull you closer to him. "You do realize I'm a member of 'earths mightiest hero's', right?"

Nodding, you turn around and smile up at him. "But that doesn't make you any less of a loser."

He chuckles and shakes his head at you. "You're one hard girl to impress, huh?"

Smirking, you snake your arms around his neck. "I am impressed,"

"By what?"

You slip out of his grasp and start walking backwards. "Your inability to win,"

"You're so getting it!" Clint roars, making you squeak out a giggle and run for your room.