A Second [Clint Barton x Reader]

Oh Snap

Part 25
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You stood in the hanger where the Time Machine currently resided, circling around glove that held six uniquely colored stones that formed a gauntlet that has Tony Stark written all over it. Looking to your left, you studied the man standing beside you.

Fully dressed in his Ronin suit once more, eyes focused ahead on the gauntlet. Right under his suit collar, if you really looked, you could make out the beginnings of purple bruises. A little gift you'd left him from last night in the shower. Focusing on his made your own bruises that littered your thighs and collarbone ache just a bit. After last night, you were honestly surprised you were even standing. Things got... well let's just say you both had a lot of emotions to work out and a lot of lost time to make up for.

Clint took notice of your lingering gaze, his own icy blues finding yours and studying your face. He offered up a small smile, one corner of his lips twitching upward just a bit. It was a look you returned as you held out your hand. He eyes track the movement before coming back to your face, his hand easily moving to yours and lacing his fingers with your own. It was a bit awkward with his archers glove on, protecting his pointer, middle, and ring finger, but you made it work.

He gave your hand a gentle tug, pulling you closer to him to close the small distance between you. It made your smile get a little bigger, a smile which he mirrored. Dropping your hand, he moves his arm around you, lips brushing your temple.

"You doing alright?" He asks softly placing a kiss on your hair. His fingers on your back were creating delicate little circles, forcing a shiver along your spine.

"Mhmm," you hum, adjusting his suit's collar to ride up a little higher on his neck in an attempt to cover some of his hickies better. They seemed like such an enticing thing to create in the heat of the moment, but now you were stressing a little too much about the team noticing them. Not like they didn't know you and your husband slept with each other. After all your baby was made that way.  "Just a little tired I suppose." You answer him, making a smirk that was way too playful and smug form on his lips.

"I wonder why you'd be feeling that way." He flirts, a deep chuckle in his throat. You roll your eyes, nudging him in the ribs when your felt his hand trying to dip a bit too low.

"Don't flatter yourself, Barton. You don't get all the credit. It's been a long 5 years." His flirty gaze drops a bit, becoming more serious, but the loving gaze remains.

"It has, hasn't it? I'd say after this we are finally going to to able to rest, but..." His free hand rests firmly on your stomach. The warmth from his palm seeps through your suit, and you rest your hand over top his. "We are not going to be getting any sleep for the next few months." He chuckles, though he didn't seem to have a problem with that. His eyes sparkled with excitement.

"I can't wait." You agree, rubbing your thumb softly over the back of his hand.

"Me either." He whispers, a very slight shake to his voice. "I can't wait to see them again."

You glance back over to Tony and Bruce, both men working at running some very last minute testing to ensure the gauntlet was safe one last time before use. When they'd gotten the stones put onto the gantlet, you weren't sure. The thing had been assembled when you got up this morning. Though knowing Tony, he wouldn't have been able to rest until the thing was put together.

"Alright. The gauntlet is finished." Tony announces, pulling your attention away from Clint and back toward the group. Clint's hand fell from your back as he took a few steps closer, wanting to examine the finished product.

"Question is," Rocket starts. "Who's gonna snap their fingers." That wasn't going to be an easy feat. From what the raccoon and Nebula told you about the stones, just one could easily rip every molecule in your body apart. And whoever snapped would have all six of them. This didn't stop your team from immediately volunteering though.