Bartoned

Chapter 2

You and Clint spent the whole night in bed just talking. You spoke well past the point that you could still claim to be drunk. Nothing seemed to be off the table. Politics. Past relationships. Sex. Religion. It didn't seem to matter that you had now been up for almost 24 hours you just kept talking.

As the sun started to rise, you thought you had better get home. Clint called a car for you and kissed your cheek as you got in.

You went home, showered, and fell into bed, feeling pretty damned pleased with yourself but certainly not expecting to hear from Clint Barton again.

You slept through until the following morning when your alarm went off for work. You cursed yourself for having missed a whole day but at the same time, twenty straight hours of sleep was impressive.

The day went as normal. Riding around with Kari. It was relatively quiet. A call out for a couple of suspected heart attacks that were actually panic attacks. One of them wanted to go to the hospital anyway. Flirting with Doctor Chris while you were there. A bike messenger that was clipped by a car. A car accident where everyone was fine. Kari spoke about Wanda almost constantly. Which was good - you were happy that she was happy. Also, the only time she ever stopped was to try and get the intel about what happened with you and Clint. You didn't really want to talk about it though. Not that you were ashamed. It was just that it was something for you and right now you wanted to keep it that way.

Just after lunch, your phone rang with an unknown number. Normally you didn't even like answering the phone even if you knew who it was, but call it fate or destiny or just dumb luck, you answered.

"Hey, it's Clint. What are you doing after work?" he asked, not even giving you a chance to say hello or confirm he'd gotten the right number.

"Nothing really."

"You want to come hang out? We were going to get pizza - watch some movies."

You felt like pinching yourself. Did you really just get asked to hang out and eat pizza with the Avengers? "Who's we?"

"We. The Avengers we."

"Uh, sure. I can't drink because work tomorrow, but yeah I'd like that."

"Cool. Just whenever. It's a low-key thing."

"Alright. See you later."

You disconnected the call and looked at Kari with your jaw dropped.

"What? What happened? Did someone die?" she asked.

"No. Clint just asked me to hang out with the Avengers tonight."

Kari grinned at you. "Ooh..." She teased. "Hanging out with his friends. You'll be engaged in no time."

"Well, that would be neat, except we aren't dating," you scoffed.

"Does he know that?"

"Yes. I think. Pretty sure. Yes," you said.

"Might want to draw the line in the sand. Though asking you to hang out is very quick. That'd be a weird first date," she mused. "Unless the sex counts as a date. Does sex count as a date?"

"No. It doesn't. It counts as a one-night-stand. Which is what it was," you argued.

"Maybe he wants a two-night-stand. Or maybe a friends-with-benefits type of situation."

You quirked an eyebrow at her. "See, that I could get behind."