[the avengers ➼ imagines]

clint barton ≫ morning walks & coffee

The cool morning air was refreshing against your skin. The park you ran through was practically empty apart from the odd dog walker and jogger. The music in your ears blocked out any of the surrounding noises, leaving you at peace.

You didn't go running a lot due to being busy at work but when you got the chance to you would jump at it. You worked as an agent at an organisation called S.H.E.I.L.D.

You loved your job, it gave you a sense exhilaration when you went of field missions. You had been on a couple of missions with some of The Avengers but not all of them. You barely even seen them half the time considering they were so high up in the ranks.

You slowed down to a walk, resting your hands on your legs. Deep breathe fell from your lips. Beads of sweat dripped from your forehead.

"(Y/N)?" You looked up to see Cling Barton, commonly known as 'Hawkeye', looking down at you.

"Oh, hey Clint!" You said in between breaths. You stood up, and began walking, Clint following you.

"How's it going?" He asked, hands in his coat pocket to keep out the cold winter air. His breathe was visible in the air due to the freezing temperature.

"It's going great, thanks for asking, you?" You pulled the jumper that was tied around your waist up over yourself in an attempt to keep yourself warm.

"I'm great." He replied, he looked over to you noticing your discomfort. "Oh, here, take this." He took his leather jacket off and placed it over your shoulders.

"I'm fine Clint, honestly, you have it. You'll catch your death." You tried to giving him his jacket back but he wasn't having any of it.

"No no no, you keep it, what sort of gentleman would I be if I let you freeze?" He winked causing you to blush.

"Alright but I'm giving it straight back as soon as you start to get cold!" You ordered, your hands pulling his jacket tighter around you.

"Okay, okay." He said, putting his hands of in defence.

The small talk between you two continued as you walked through the park, and headed through the streets of New York. You soon stopped outside a small coffee shop.

"What do you say we grab some coffee?" He asked, looking down at you with a small smile on his face.

"I'd like that." you grinned to yourself.

You appreciated the time you spent with Clint that morning, you wouldn't normally be able to do that because of work. Speaking of work, you both received calls from Fury who told you's to "get your asses to work before I kill you both."

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Sorry that this is short, I can't think of anything good to write. Complete writers block, I'll try make the next one better.