Marvel Imagines

Clint- Club

(Requested on Tumblr)

Clint smiles as you drop kick Steve in the chest, sending him flying into the wall as you pick yourself up off the floor and do a small victory dance.

"Great job, (Y/n)!" Clint says, and you pause to grin at him.

"Thanks,"

"Yeah," Steve strains, pushing himself off the wall to rub his neck. "great job,"

"Well, I did learn from the best," You say, referring to Natasha, your mentor.

Clint laughs, ruffles your hair, and gestures behind him. "You guys up for a night out?"

An hour later, Natasha, Clint, Steve, and yourself are entering a dimly lit club. Being the youngest one of the pack, you make a beeline for the bar with Steve following close behind, Clint and Natasha finding a booth to talk.

"So, (Y/n)'s a sweet girl," Natasha says, raising an eyebrow when Clint nods absently.

"Yeah, she's great,"

"Just great? Nothing else?"

Clint turns to his friend with narrowed eyes. "What's this about, Nat?"

She shrugs a should. "Don't get so defensive, Clint, I'm only asking a simple question,"

"And I answered it," he says shortly.

Natasha sighs. "Okay, obviously I'm just going to have to be straight with you here," Cue the questioning look from Clint. "do you have a thing for (Y/n)?"

The archer blinks, clearly surprised at the question, and stutters out a reply, "What- why- how- of course not!"

"Very convincing, Clinton," She snorts, peeking over her shoulder and turns back with a smirk. "look over there at (Y/n). See that guy with the hideous shirt on trying to hit on her, right?"

Clint's eyes snap over to where you had headed, and his blood boils as he sees the guy, horrible shirt and all, leaning closer to (Y/n) as she smiles tightly.

"You're right," Clint mutters darkly. "his shirt is fucking hideous,"

"Oh, so the reason you're burning holes in the back of his head is because of his fashion sense?"

You and Steve make your way back to Natasha and Clint to find both of them talking lowly with each other, but when you set down their drinks, the conversation immediately ceases.

"You guys swapping juicy secrets over here?" You ask, scooting in next to Clint and Steve with Natasha.

Clint chokes and Natasha's mouth curls.

"Nothing you kiddies are old enough to hear," She says smugly, picking up her drink and takes a small sip. "unless Clinton would like to share?"

"No," he mutters, shooting you a glance. "I have to take a piss,"

You roll your eyes, rising out of the booth, and patting his shoulder as he passes. "Have fun,"

It's been a while since you've last seen Clint. Or maybe it hasn't. You're not quiet sure. Your tolerance for alcohol is nearly nonexistent, so you're swaying and drunkly dancing with random strangers until you're pulled you off the dance floor.

"Time to go," Clint says, wrapping an arm around your waist as you stumble forward.

You smile lazily. "Go where? Space? Ooh, I've always wanted to go there. You know, Thor's brother has been to space,"

"Oh, really?" He stops and bends down, swooping you up in his arms and you rest your head on his shoulder.

"Mhm, but his brother is a bully. You know, he was hurting my friend Clint for a while, and when I found out, I wanted to send that loser God back to where he came from. No, he isn't a God. He's a bully. Or a bully God. Do those exist? Oh! Hi, Clint!" You giggle as Clint sets you down in the car, bending down to buckle your seat belt. "Can I ask you a question?"

Clint pauses as he leans over to nod. "Shoot,"

Without warning, you lean forward and press your lips against Clint's. He freezes, jumps up, slams his head on the roof, and groans as he rubs the soar spot.

"You're awesome," You say suddenly, before nodding off.

Clint laughs and closes the door, his cheeks still burning as he turns on the ignition and pulls away from the club.