Marvel Oneshots

Stolen Dance (Clint Barton)

The grand ballroom sparkled with elegance, each table adorned with fine china and golden cutlery. The soft glow of chandeliers hung overhead, casting a warm light over the throngs of elegantly dressed guests. Y/N stood at the edge of the room, her heart racing as she clutched the hem of her gown, feeling utterly out of place amidst the glamour surrounding her.

Clint, on the other hand, was in his element. He moved effortlessly through the crowd, charming everyone with his easy smile and playful banter. As she watched him, a mix of admiration and insecurity washed over her. He was suave and confident, and she felt like a wallflower in comparison.

She took a deep breath, forcing herself to step further into the room. As she navigated through clusters of people, she felt their laughter and chatter buzzing around her, yet she couldn't shake the feeling of being an outsider. Every now and then, she caught Clint's eye, and he would flash her that reassuring smile, but it did little to ease the knot of anxiety in her stomach.

Just then, a slow song began to play, the soft melody weaving through the air like a gentle caress. Couples began to move to the center of the floor, swaying gracefully to the music. Y/N felt a pang of longing as she watched them, wishing she could join in but feeling rooted to the spot.

Clint noticed her hesitance, and his expression shifted. He made his way through the crowd, weaving past guests with an effortless grace. When he reached her, he leaned in, his voice low and warm. "Hey, you look amazing."

"Thanks," she replied, trying to muster a smile despite the flutter of nerves in her stomach. "You, um, you seem to be having a good time."

"I am," he said, glancing around the room. "But I'd have a much better time if you'd come dance with me."

Y/N hesitated, her heart racing. "I don't know, Clint. I'm not really good at this."

He grinned, his blue eyes sparkling with mischief. "Neither am I. But I can promise you this: I'll make it fun." He extended his hand toward her, and despite her uncertainty, she found herself slipping her fingers into his.

As he led her to the dance floor, her heart raced with anticipation and anxiety. The other couples swayed around them, their movements fluid and elegant, but she felt clumsy in her own skin. The moment they stepped onto the floor, Y/N felt a rush of self-doubt flood over her.

Clint wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer, and she could feel the warmth radiating from him. "Just follow my lead," he whispered, his breath tickling her ear. She nodded, trying to shake off her nerves.

The music enveloped them, and Clint began to sway gently, guiding her with subtle movements. Y/N focused on his presence, the way his hands felt against her back, the rhythm of his heartbeat against her chest. She closed her eyes for a moment, letting the melody wash over her.

"See? Not so bad, right?" Clint said, his voice playful as he spun her lightly, making her laugh.

"It's easier with you," she admitted, her confidence beginning to build as she moved in sync with him.

They danced in a bubble of warmth, the world around them fading as they found their rhythm. Y/N could feel the tension between them dissolve, replaced by a gentle intimacy that left her breathless. She looked up at him, and in that moment, everything else faded away.

"Y/N," he said softly, leaning closer. "You're the most beautiful person in this room. I know you might feel out of place, but you belong right here with me."

Her heart soared at his words, the sincerity in his voice warming her from the inside out. She could see the sincerity in his eyes, and it melted away the last remnants of her insecurity.

"Thank you, Clint," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "That means a lot."

As the song continued, Clint held her closer, his fingers brushing against her hair as they danced. There was something magical about the moment—the way the music swirled around them, the intimacy of their shared space, and the way his touch sent shivers down her spine. The rest of the world faded away, and all that mattered was the connection between them.

Suddenly, the music shifted, transitioning to a lively tempo, and the couples around them erupted into laughter and joy. Y/N felt a spark of spontaneity within her, her heart racing with excitement. "You know what? Let's steal this moment!"

Clint raised an eyebrow, a playful smile spreading across his face. "What do you have in mind?"

Y/N glanced toward the ballroom exit, where the patio doors opened up to a starlit garden. "Let's get out of here. Just for a minute."

Without waiting for a response, she took his hand and led him through the crowd, dodging guests who were too engrossed in their own conversations to notice them. The moment they stepped outside, the cool night air hit her, invigorating and refreshing.

They stepped onto the patio, and Y/N turned to face Clint, her heart racing with exhilaration. "This feels so much better."

Clint nodded, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Much better than a stuffy ballroom, that's for sure." He stepped closer, the night air filled with the scent of blooming flowers.

"Do you think we can dance out here?" she asked, laughing lightly.

"Why not?" Clint replied, pulling her into his arms once more. "We're the only ones here."

As they began to sway again, the stars twinkled above them, illuminating their secluded space. Clint moved them in a slow rhythm, the light breeze creating a gentle caress against their skin.

Y/N couldn't help but laugh as they twirled under the stars, the moonlight catching the playful glint in Clint's eyes. "I think this is the best dance I've ever had," she said breathlessly.

Clint leaned down, his forehead resting against hers, his warm breath mingling with the cool night air. "It's just the beginning, Y/N. We have so many more dances to come."

She felt a rush of emotions at his words, a mixture of joy and affection swelling within her. In this moment, she realized just how special their connection was.

As they continued to sway, the world around them faded completely. It was just the two of them, lost in each other's gaze. In that quiet intimacy, Y/N felt the weight of their earlier tension melt away, replaced by a newfound understanding.

"You know," Clint began, a hint of seriousness creeping into his tone, "I've always felt like I could be myself around you. You make everything better, Y/N."

Her heart swelled at his admission. "I feel the same way, Clint. You ground me, even in the chaos."

He took a small step back, allowing their eyes to lock. The air crackled with electricity as the space between them filled with unspoken words. Clint reached out, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear, his fingers lingering against her skin.

Y/N felt her heart race, the intensity of the moment washing over her. "Clint..."

Before she could finish her thought, he leaned in, capturing her lips with his in a soft kiss that sent shockwaves through her. It was gentle at first, a tender exploration that deepened as their feelings spilled out into the night.

Y/N melted into the kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. Every worry, every doubt, every fear evaporated as they kissed under the stars. It felt as if time stood still, the world around them fading into nothingness.

When they finally pulled apart, both breathless and flushed, Clint smiled down at her, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "So, how about that stolen dance?"

Y/N laughed, her heart full. "Best dance ever."

Clint grinned, leaning down to capture her lips once more, sealing their promise beneath the stars, a moment etched in time they would cherish forever. The night was still young, and their stolen dance was just the beginning of a new chapter in their relationship—one filled with love, laughter, and countless memories yet to come.