Clint One Shots

Love You

"You have to kiss me y/n" your eyes shoot up to Clint and you gulp.

"Why?" you whisper, Clint huffs and grabs you up in his arms.

"Fuck sake" his lips crash to yours and you gasp.

His tongue swirls in your mouth, and his body leans into yours, holding you against the wall. His hands hold your hips and the kiss deepens, he tastes like spearmint. After a few minutes and the sound of running feet he pulls back, his eyes are soft as he watches you. Your eyes dart around the room before timidly going back to him.

"I think they're gone" he looks behind him and takes your hand, pulling you from the nook you both ended up in.

He pulls you quickly towards the exit of the club you had infiltrated, you don't know how but Clint had been spotted and then pulled you close in a dark corner and told you to kiss him. You felt like you were in a bad James Bond movie, and Clint still hasn't let go of your hand as he keeps heading for the car you arrived in. Once there he stuffs you inside, his hand lingering on your hips as you climb in.

The kiss had been soft and sweet, when it ended you had felt...disappointment. Clint runs around the other side and jumps in, he peels out of the parking space and speeds away. He's shaking his head and muttering to himself, you sink further into the seat feeling embarrassed. You grunt when the car is hit from behind hard, throwing you forward.

"Fuck!" Clint digs through the glove box and tosses you a gun.

The back window shatters as bullets hail through and you duck while checking your gun for bullets, happy it's full you return fire. The first car swerves when you clip the driver, but the second car speeds up and rams you again. The back tyres spin sideways and the car buckles and flips, your hands are pressed against the roof as it keeps rolling before sliding down an embankment and stopping with a loud groan of metal.

"You okay?" Clint unbuckles and hits the roof.

"Yeah" you huff, your belt stuck as you try to open it.

Clint crawls out and runs for your side, pulling a knife from his boot, he cuts the strap and pulls you from the wreckage. You can feel blood trickling on your skin and your body aches, Clint swings your arm over his shoulder and walks off with you into some trees.

"We need to get out of here quickly" you nod but your eyes feel heavy.

"Clint, somethings wrong" he stops to look you over quickly.

He swears when his hand comes away bloody from you lower hip, the blood obscured by the black dress you wear.

"Shit, okay. Let's go" he sweeps you off your feet and starts moving fast.

Trees blur your vision, everything turning green and dark as he runs. You try to blink but your eyes won't open.

"Y/n stay awake sweetheart. Come on don't sleep" he jiggles your body and you groan.

He tries to keep you awake but your so tired, you just want to sleep so bad. You want the pain to stop and your muddled mind thinks sleep will help. Your mind grows more fuzzy until the darkness claims you.

You wake up, hissing in pain as you try to sit up properly. A hand pushes you down and you lash out, a grunt and your hand is pushed down.

"It's just me" you sigh, Clint, thank god.

"Where are we?" you look around the dimly lit room.

"Abandoned house I found. We needed somewhere to lie low for a bit. You were hurt and I had to patch you up" your brows furrow when you see him turn red.