Clint One Shots

The Haircut

Clint was moping, he'd had a haircut and hated it. You didn't think it looked bad but it didn't suit him, whoever his cut it hadn't paid attention to his style or face shape and now he looked like he was going to prom in the 90's, it was....cute, sort of.

"Stop touching it" Nat scolds him as he runs his fingers through it again.

"I can't help it, I look like a doofus" he scrunches up his nose unhappily.

"Woah who let the boy band in" Tony laughs and Clint flushes.

"Ow! What was that for?" Tony rubs the back of his head.

"Stop being mean, Clint looks cute" Nat, Tony and Clint all have shocked looks on their faces at your outburst.

"What?" you fume.

"Nothing, nothing, uh" Nat shrugs and looks at Clint.

"Whatever" you walk away, if they wanted to be weird, they could do it without you.

"Y/n, wait up" Clint calls and you turn to him a bit frustrated.

"What Clint?" he holds up his hands in surrender.

"Nothing, I just wanted to say thanks for sticking up for me. I know I look like a prom date, the hairdresser was new and I didn't have the heart to tell her I didn't like what she was doing" he sighs and shakes his head.

"Your a good man Clint Barton" he blushes and looks at his feet.

"I can sort it out if you like?" he looks up, small smile on his face.

"Really?" you nod and take his hand, leading him to your room.

"Pull up a chair, while I grab my things" he sits infront of your vanity mirror waiting patiently.

"How do you know how to do this?" you wrap a towel around his neck and shoulders.

"My dad. He was a barber for years, taught me when I was a kid and I worked in his shop during summers" you spray his hair with water, dampening it a little bit.

He hums in pleasure, as your fingers and comb trail through his hair. He enjoys the little snick snick of the scissors, the warmth of your hand and when your infront of him, he can't take his eyes off you. The concentration on your face is adorably intense, he can see you want to please him by doing a good job. He does look at you a bit worriedly when you pull out the hair clippers but you just smile at him with reassurance on your face. He feels like he's been sat for hours, comfortable in your presence, it's peaceful and calming and your humming a little tune under your breath as you work.

Your almost finished, thankfully the hairdresser had left enough hair on top for you to work with. You hoped he liked it when you were done, not everyone could pull off a mohawk cut but you were sure Clint could. You grab a jar of moulding putty and start to style his hair, you noticed he hasn't looked in the mirror once, his eyes always on you and your movements. When it's done, you brush off the excess hair and take off the towel.

"What do you think?" you think he looks hot, that haircut was perfect for him.

"Holy shit, this looks great y/n" he twists and turns his head to see the sides and back.

"I'm so glad you like it, I was getting nervous when you didn't look in the mirror at all" he chews his lip, he hadn't realised you caught him staring at you, shrugging he goes with the flow.

"Had something pretty to look at" you flush to your roots.

"Oh, thank you" you turn to pick up the equipment.

Clint spins you back, holding your hips gently. A hand comes up to your chin and he leans in, a soft kiss pressed to your lips. Your eyes close and you just take in what's happening, Clint, your long time crush is kissing you. He pulls back and kisses your forehead.

"Wanna go for a drink so I can show off my new haircut?" you burst into laughter and kiss him again.

"Sure, I'll just get changed" he smiles and leaves you with a kiss.

You wander to the common room after your changed, you can hear the team complimenting Clint on his new and improved haircut.

"Y/n did that for you?" Tony sounds shocked.

"Yeah, and it looks great" you smile at Clint's words.

"Wow, I didn't know she could cut hair. Maybe she'll do mine" you can hear Sam grinning practically.

"No! Not happening, she's mine. I'm taking her out in a few minutes to show her off so don't even think about it" Clint points in Sam's face.

"I thought we were showing off your hair?" you grin as you round the corner.

"Uh, we.. I mean...." Clint fumbles his words.

"What Clint is trying to say is, thank you for the great hair cut y/n, will you be my girlfriend and let me take you out?" Nat winks at you with a grin.

You burst into laughter, Clint's face has turned purple, Sam's eyes are wide in shock and Tony just looks like he's logging this information to use against someone at a later date.

"You wanna be my boyfriend?" you smile sweetly and Clint nods, a bit dumbfounded at the turn of events.

"Okay then boyfriend, let's go get that drink" you hold out your hand with a cheeky grin.