Avengers Boyfriend Scenarios

How you met: Clint Barton

You're a parkourist. It's not a paying job but it's something to keep you occupied. Every Saturday you and your mates go out and shoot a new video for the fans. But tonight was different, it's Wednesday night. A whole lot has been going on in your life and you needed to get away from it all.

You're wearing all black with only your hair showing and a black bandana across your mouth. You check your watch, 8:15pm. It's very dark but that's just how you like it.

You want to start at the park then make your way down past the local pub. As you walk along the path, yours eyes adjust to everything and everyone around you. As you come out of the other end of the park you walk your way down the buildings towards the pub.

Whispers and voices are heard ahead of you, perfect. You have your gun holstered under your jacket but ready to use. You turn into the alley way and find two men. One Indian man and another male with a black hoodie covering his face. You decide to speak up first.

"Yo, you didn't say anything about a three way man." You put on a different tone of voice so that no one can pinpoint you. The hooded guy turns his back to you and the other mentally shits himself.

"I-I, but, he said?" He holds his hands up in surrender, one of which has the package you're looking for.

"Bro, give me the package." The hooded guy turns his head slightly in curiosity. The guy shakily hands over the package. You pull out a pocket knife and cut it open. Inside is the new drug on every street, KingPin Fire.

"Good. You don't get paid because this rat is here. You better not do this again." Then out of nowhere the hooded guy moves and everything goes into slow motion.

You stuff the package into your jacket and pull out your gun, pointing it at the hooded guy. Apparently he had the same idea but with a bow and arrow. What the hell? Your guy runs out of the alley way.

"Great, there goes my only lead." You say in your normal voice. The hooded guy tilts his head in confusion. Using it as a cue, you leg it in the opposite direction and follow the Indian who you really need right now.

Of course Robin Hood is gonna follow, but it's not you you're worried about. Your escapee turns left and rushes down concrete stairs going into the park. You jump over the railing and push back off the opposite wall, continuing the chase.

He's out in the open now. You are fast and catch up to him easy, only a hand grasp away. The last couple of pushes and you tackle him to the ground. You point your gun to his forehead.

"Don't move. Where's Kin-." Someone slams into you and you both go rolling across the grass. It's hood man and he's got a knife to your throat. You look to the side and see that the only thing between success and failure is getting up and running again.

"NO!" You reach out a hand before glaring back to the hooded guy. His hood has come off in the roll and you've lost your bandana.

He has short hair and a scowl to paralyse. You swing your legs up and only just manage to get them around his neck to pull him down. As you scramble up he kicks your leg and fall to the ground once more.

You both get up at the same time and he lurches at you with the knife. You dodge, but only just. You run in the direction that you last saw the guy going in. 

You can hear grumpy face running after you. Your guy has gone all the way to the beach line. I have to get there quickly and cut him off somehow. You just have to do what you do best.

You quicken your step into a sprint and jump up, grasping the edge of a brick wall and pull yourself up. It's now up to you to cut him off by rooftop. After a deep breathe you leap to the next building and sprint across, front flipping over the next.

As you come up the the last building on the block something whizzes past your ear and into the ground. An arrow? Fuckin Robin Hood again! You turn 180 degrees mid air and grip the edge of the building before dropping off and walking to the middle of the walkway.

As soon as you step onto the concrete you hold out your arm and clothes line the asshole that won't stop running. He lands on the floor with a thud. Before you do anything else you look around cautiously. There's a gap in the wind. Hood is watching you but he's not engaging.

You pick the dickhead up off the floor and push him towards the police station, your gun to the back of his head. As you get around the nearest corner, hood comes out of nowhere and punches you in the face. The floor is the last thing you see before blackness.

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You stir slowly, and peel your eyes open. As you look around, you realise that you're in some kind of prison. The package! You stand up and check your jacket. Hood must have taken it.

"Goddamn!" You kick the wall behind you. Anger builds in your blood and you start to pace.

"Great, one last piece if the puzzle and you blew it. Stupid!" You face palm yourself. "Come on Daniel, think!"

"What is there to think about Mr Frost?" You stop in your tracks and look to the other side of the bars.

A black man with an eyepatch stands at ease with Hood a step back to his side. "Nothing. Who are you? Why am I in jail? I didn't do anything wrong."

"That's classified, you're not in jail and you messed with one of the biggest drug dealers on the planet." You look at him with a very confusing look.

"What? That little Indian guy? No way. I wasn't dealing drugs, I was collecting information." You've said too much. Hood steps forward.

"What kind of information?" You open your mouth then close it again.

"Classified." You turn around and put your arms up against the wall then lean your head on them.

"That information must be very important to you if it's classified to the highest ranking security organisation in the world." You turn back around to face the guy with the eyepatch.

"Why am I really here?" Hood scoffs.

"Too many questions, not enough time. Look, if you help us with what we need doing we'll help you find your daughter." You laugh hysterically.

"Even the 'highest ranking security organisation' holds me prisoner for trying to find my daughter? Wow." They look at you confused.

"Are you in or not?" You face the back wall and contemplate whether or not you should comply. You sigh and face the guy with an eyepatch. You take a moment.

You don't actually have a daughter and it's not a little girl you're looking for, it's your father. Three months ago you led people in a completely opposite direction making them think that you were looking for a little girl rather than capturing your father for his crimes. But they don't need to know that.

"Fine," you sigh. "I'll do it."

They look surprised, but they soften up. "Training starts tomorrow. Hawkeye here will be by your side twenty-four seven, teaching you everything he knows. I know this is all very sudden for you but all will be explained in due time."