Jeremy Renner & His Characters One Shots

A little spice in the air - Clint

The sun was beginning to set, casting long shadows over the rugged terrain as Y/N and Clint crouched behind a crumbling stone wall. Their mission had been simple: infiltrate the enemy compound, gather intel, and get out undetected. But things rarely went according to plan.

Gunfire echoed around them, bullets whizzing past their heads. They were pinned down, with no clear path to escape. Y/N glanced at Clint, who was scanning the area with his sharp, focused eyes, trying to find a way out.

"Got any bright ideas?" Y/N asked, trying to keep the tension out of her voice.

Clint smirked, his trademark confidence showing even in the direst situations. "Always. But we need to get closer to that building if we're going to make a break for it."

Y/N nodded, adrenaline pumping through her veins. "Alright, on three."

They counted down together, then sprinted towards the building, dodging bullets and taking cover wherever they could. As they reached the relative safety of the building's shadow, Clint grabbed Y/N's arm and pulled her inside.

The interior was dark and quiet, a stark contrast to the chaos outside. Y/N's breathing was heavy, her heart racing from the close call. Clint's presence beside her was both reassuring and electrifying.

"You're good?" Clint asked, his voice low and husky.

"Yeah, just catching my breath," Y/N replied, leaning against the cool stone wall.

Clint's eyes met Y/N's, a flicker of something more than just concern in his gaze. "You did great out there. Couldn't have asked for a better partner."

Y/N felt a shiver run down her spine, not just from the danger but from the intensity of Clint's gaze. "Same to you," she managed to say, her voice betraying the rush of emotions.

They were close now, closer than they had ever been. The narrow corridor forced them to stand almost chest to chest, the tension between them palpable. The air was thick with unspoken words, and Y/N could feel her heart pounding for reasons beyond the mission.

Clint's hand brushed against Y/N's, a fleeting touch that sent a jolt of electricity through her body. "You know," he said quietly, "there's something about being in the heat of the moment that makes you see things differently."

Y/N swallowed hard, her eyes never leaving Clint's. "Yeah, I know what you mean."

The sounds of gunfire and shouting outside seemed to fade away as they stood there, inches apart. Clint's hand found its way to Y/N's cheek, his touch gentle yet firm. "I've wanted to tell you something for a while now," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

Y/N's breath hitched, her mind racing. "What is it?"

Clint leaned in, his lips brushing against Y/N's ear. "I think you already know."

Before Y/N could respond, Clint closed the gap between them, capturing her lips in a searing kiss. It was a kiss born out of adrenaline, fear, and something deeper that had been building between them for far too long. Y/N responded eagerly, her arms wrapping around Clint's neck as she lost herself in the moment.

For a few precious seconds, the world outside ceased to exist. There was only the heat between them, the undeniable connection that had been simmering beneath the surface. When they finally broke apart, both were breathless, their foreheads resting against each other.

"We should probably get moving," Y/N said, a small smile playing on her lips.

Clint grinned, his eyes shining with a mix of determination and affection. "Yeah, but let's make sure we get out of here in one piece. We've got unfinished business."