[the avengers ➼ imagines]

clint barton ≫ don't speak like that

There were bullets whizzing past your head left, right and centre. It was a wonder you hadn't been shot yet.

You and 8 other agents were on a mission to retrieve top secret information which had been stolen from S.H.I.E.L.D.

You ran down a hallway, looking for the memory stick that held all the the information. You had been informed by Agent Hill that it would be in one of these rooms. All of a sudden someone grabbed a hold of you and slammed you into the nearest wall. You could feel yourself getting light headed from the impact of the hit. Before you could properly react to the situation your attacker had shot you twice in your stomach.

The man who had shot you tried to run from the scene but before he could even take a step, an arrow had embedded itself into his skull. His body dropped to the floor, lifeless.

You turned your head to see the one and only Clint Barton, your best friend, standing at the end of the hallway with his bow in his hands.

He quickly made his way towards you, pulling you into his lap and began speaking into an earpiece. "I need medical assistance as soon as possible, Agent (Y/L/N) has been shot in the lower abdomen, she's loosing a lot of blood, over."

He held his hands tightly over your wounds in an attempt to stop the bleeding or at least slow it down. His eyes kept wandering to your face to make sure that you weren't unconscious and he regularly checked your pulse.

"What's this, like your fourth time getting shot this year?". He chuckled, trying to lighten the mood although you could tell that he was doing nothing but worry on the inside.

"I'm sorry Clint, I just don't think before I do things." You felt like such an idiot, here you were crying in front of the man you loved. Yes, you heard me, loved. You had for a while now, he was everything you wanted in a man but unfortunately you were positive that him and Natasha Romanoff had something going on.

He looked at you sadly, "Don't apologise (Y/N), this wasn't your fault, it was his." He said, his hand gesturing to the lifeless body of your attacker.

"Clint, if I die, I just wa-" before you could even finish your sentence, a pair of lips had placed themselves on your own, silencing you. Your eyes widened in shock, Clint Barton was kissing you! Your eyes fluttered shut as you melted into the kiss, your arms snaking around his neck and his fingers trailing through your hair. His lips were dry and rough on your own, making the kiss even more enjoyable. It soon ended and you felt like a part of you was missing.

"(Y/N), please don't speak like that, you're going to make it out of here alive and when you recover I'm taking you on a date!" He winked at you, causing you to blush. Hey, at least one good thing came out of this situation.