Marvel x Reader

Clint Barton x Reader [Valentine?]

Today was Valentine's Day but you weren't going to mope around about it. It had been a pretty successful week, you'd spent it sorting out your friends' love lives which also meant that you hadn't actually even had time to think about yours.

Tony was helpless and had completely forgotten about the date, in which case you had to remind him, you also had to warn him not to order any strawberries this time after what a disaster last year was.

You explained the holiday to Thor to which he was quite eager to participate in a 'Midgardian' holiday and you helped him select the perfect gift to surprise Jane with.

You had even managed to establish a relationship between Natasha and Bruce, the latter being more than capable of setting up the actual date himself, he tended to be quite sweet when it came to romantic crap.

You had also decided that it was best not to interfere with Steve's life because he was still trying to catch up on seventy years worth of news and information, and to be brutally honest he hadn't really met anyone yet that you could set him up with.

That left Clint. He was the last person you needed to get a date. Sure you had plenty of friends who would love to go out on Valentine's day but none of them seemed good enough for him. Maybe that was because deep down you wanted to go out with him? No (Y/N). Bad. Don't think about your friend like that.

And whether you were aware of those feelings or not you were persistent to deny them, your friend Natasha had already suspected something strange about your change in behaviour whenever you were around him but you would simply refuse and find some form of excuse to leave.

So now, having nothing to do on Valentine's Day, you were laid on your bed reading whilst trying to come up with some sort of plan for you to follow for the rest of the day.

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Clint's Point of View

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Knock,

Knock,

Knock.

No answer.

"Er, Nat are you in here? I need to talk to you..." Clint asked, evidently he had a lot on his mind. Hesitant, he gently pushed the door open.

"Hey Clint." The red-head replied, fixing up her make-up in the mirror while readying for her date with Bruce. "What do you need?" Natasha turned around to look at the nervous man fidgeting with the sleeve of his shirt, an unsure smile on his face.

"I uhh... Do you-" He paused trying to think of the most appropriate way to tell her about his feelings, she was (Y/N)'s best friend after all. Just as he opened his mouth to confess, she intervened.

Smirking, she knew exactly what he needed help with, the perks of being a spy I guess."(Y/N)?" He nodded with a red face and an unsure smile, Natasha giggled in response.

"I know exactly what you need to do."

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Your Point of View

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Returning to your bedroom after grabbing a snack (totally not one of Thor's pop-tarts), you decided to turn on the television to watch one of your favourite shows.

It had gotten late, almost eleven o'clock and you didn't plan on tearing your eyes away from the intense plot twist for one second. Engrossed in the action that was happening onscreen, if it hadn't have been so close you probably wouldn't have noticed the arrow that nearly took your head off as it whizzed by.

You almost choked on your food, your breathing pattern now completely messed up.

Out of curiosity, after you had calmed down, you paused the television to investigate the arrow that had now created a small hole in your lovely wall. It seemed that it had also pinned a pink note against the wall with the edge of the arrow . A heart-shaped note at that.

Removing the arrow, you read the note.

Be my Valentine?

It read in quite familiar handwriting too, you smiled to yourself before mumbling a yes to yourself.

If you hadn't recognised the handwriting you would have guessed from the arrow who it was.

As you collected your thoughts another arrow flew by, this one also heart-shaped. Thankfully, after the first attack, the second wasn't quite so frightening nor much more of a heart-attack.

Meet me on the roof, I have a surprise for you.

You giggled at the cheesiness of your friend using his beloved arrows to deliver his message. He just couldn't deliver them in person could he? But that's what makes him different. He didn't treat you as everyone else did and he had some of the strangest habits that you had ever seen. I mean, crawling around the vents? Is that even considered sane?

You hurriedly grabbed the new dress from your wardrobe and changed into it prior to grabbing the arrows and practically racing to the roof.

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What you saw when you reached the roof was a huge surprise, yes you expected it to be a little more romantic than usual but not this. This made your heart skip a million more beats than it was previously, he'd put so much effort into making it this romantic that, hell even Steve couldn't say no.

Despite the gentle breeze cascading through the air, florid petals were scattered and softly whirling around the rooftop. There were small lamps scattered around to illuminate the area so it would be visible even this late at night. There was a soft blanket at the center of the arrangement with a basket, presumably filled with snacks. The stars were brighter than you could ever remember, the constellations and arrangement making it much more prettier. The setting was perfect.

What made it even more amazing was the figure standing in the middle of it all, a timid look on his face, a fancy suit on his body, and a bouquet of roses in his hand. He was awkwardly scratching the back of his neck as he awaited your reaction. "You look lovely." He remarked trying to break the silence you had created by taking your time admiring the scene.

A wide grin spread across your face as you sprinted and enveloped him in a hug. "Of course I'll be your Valentine."

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~Extended Ending~

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You kissed him lightly on the lips. "That was for making Valentine's Day special."

Then you slapped him. "And that was for almost hitting me with your damn arrows."

He shielded his face with his arms in a panic before you could hit him again, "I'm sorry, I got distracted by your beauty!"

I think this is long enough for a one-shot, is it? I don't know.

If you have any requests or ideas please comment them below uvu.

~gracefulTeratism signing out