(Requested by: @dvnmitsme)
Scene: You and Clint have a fight.
Well, that went amazing. Not. At. All. You had gotten a teaching degree for English Literature, but you couldn't seem to find a job. You had an interview for the local school, the one your kids go to, but you just got the call that declined you.
You angrily huffed as you went to your shared bedroom and called your husband.
At S.H.E.I.L.D. Headquarters...
"It's easy being with you,
sacred simplicity.
As long as we're together,
there's no place I'd rather-"
Clint answered his phone.
"Clint?" He smiled at the sound of your voice. "Honey, how's it going?" He stepped out of the hallway and in to one of the closets. "Don't worry, it's safe to talk."
Clint had to keep you and your kids secret from S.H.E.I.L.D. for safety reasons. That meant his calls couldn't be overheard or traced, but he didn't take any chances.
"Clint, I don't know what to do. I just got rejected, the kids are having trouble at school, and, of course, I want to be close for them-" Clint stopped your stressing. "Wait, wait, wait. What do you mean, you got rejected?"
Uh oh.
"I had applied for that new teaching position at their school..." He sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Honey, I thought we agreed that you were going to stay with the kids at home. We risked too much when we put them in the system. I can't risk your safety either-" "I know, sweetie. I'm sorry. But I really need to be closer to them at school. And I think it would be a good opportunity-" "Enough!" He shouted. You immediately quit talking, shocked. Clint rarely ever yelled at you, and it was always during an emergency.
He sighed. "I can't lose you, (Y/N)." Suddenly, the closet door opened to Captain America. "Uh, Clint? Who are you talking to?" Clint had to think quickly. "Oh, it was my girlfriend." Steve raised an eyebrow. "I thought you didn't have a girlfriend." Clint fake sighed. "Well, now I don't. She just broke up with me."
Steve frowned in sympathy. "I'm sorry. Do you- uh, well, want to- uh, er- talk about it?" He looked at Clint nervously, unsure. Clint shook his head, trying not to smile. "No, I'm fine. What are we working on now?" Steve looked relieved.
"Well, Banner put in a special request because his girlfriend went missing, and he thinks HYDRA was behind it..."
*****
At your house, twelve hours later...
You were pacing the floors at your house, past worried and beginning to stress. Clint hadn't come home. You knew he had to keep up his cover, but he would usually check up on you guys once a week. Today was supposed to be that day.
Finally, you heard a knock at the door. You looked through the spy hole to see Clint's familiar face. You quickly opened the door and gave him a tight hug. Then, you smacked him on the back of the head.
"What were you thinking? You had me worried sick! I thought you died!" For some reason, that set him off. "I was doing my job! I was doing the thing that I'm good at! I was doing the job that keeps us off the street and the kids and my world safe! Why can't you understand that I'm doing what I need to do?!" He huffed.
Instead of silencing you, it just made you just as angry. "I worry about you every time you step out that door! I worry what will happen if you- if you..." You couldn't bring yourself to say it. "I worry what will happen to the kids while they are at school and I am at home doing nothing! You are off saving the world, not that it's a bad thing, I really appreciate it, but I can't even watch my own children while they're away! I feel so useless here!" You were nearly reduced to tears.
Clint just stared at you, completely baffled. Then he hugged you tightly, his arms constricting around your waist. "I didn't know you felt that way. I am so sorry." He apologized. Now, you felt silly for crying, but you couldn't bear the thought of something happening to your kids, and you couldn't do anything about it.
"Momma?" Your oldest child, your son, rubbed his eyes tiredly. "Why are you- DAD!" He cheered as he ran up to Clint. Clint caught him in a tight hug before you both heard another pair of running footsteps. "Incoming." Clint jokingly warned. Your younger daughter ran to Clint and he hoisted her up. "How have my little angels been? Have you guys been good for Momma?" Your daughter nodded eagerly while your son just shrugged.
Clint chuckled and ruffled his hair. "It's really late kids, but if you get up early tomorrow, you might catch me flying the plane." They both cheered before they went to bed. "There's no plane, is there?" You asked. "No, but maybe they'll see me ride in Nat's." You laughed, and Clint swept you up in his arms.
"What are you doing?" You asked, alarmed. "I'm treating my wife the way she ought to be treated." He grinned as he carried you to your bed. He laid you down as he got dressed into his pajamas and joined you. As you two wrapped your limbs around each other in a cuddle, you thought about something.
"Clint?" You whispered into his chest. "Yeah." He whispered back, as his chin rested on your head. "In the argument earlier-" He sighed. "I don't want to talk about that." He held you tighter. "No, but, you said 'I was doing the job that keeps us off the street and the kids and my world safe'. You didn't say the world. You said my world."
He shrugged slightly. "I meant you." You raised an eyebrow. "What?" "I meant you. You're my world. I need to keep my kids and my world safe." You grinned and looked up to your husband. "You're serious?" He put his hands up. "Hey, I can have romantic moments too." You laughed as you kissed him. He kissed you back. You kissed him again. And soon enough, it turned into a heated... make out session.
You both fell asleep in each other's arms, and you realized there was no place you'd rather be.
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A/N: Hello, extravagantly genius and prestigious people! I hope you liked this, I don't think I did very well. But, tell me what you think in a comment and a vote.
Stay amazing,
~Sports_books_1816
(P.S. Oh, and Clint's ringtone for you is Rather Be by Clean Bandit.)
