"What did I get myself into?" You ask yourself out loud. It was almost 7 and you started to have a mini panic attack. "What was I thinking, asking an Avenger out? Am I insane?" You sit on the edge of your bed, still in your jeans and your baggy sweatshirt. Maybe it was because you were lonely, maybe it was because you were 23, had a crap job, lived in a tiny apartment, and the only boyfriend you ever had was in 11th grade. The dingus was only using you to get good grades, once school ended he dropped you faster then a penny falling off the empire state building.
You looked over at your clock, 6:56, you had four minutes to calm down and get ready. That is if he even showed up. Pulling yourself up, you decided to keep your jeans on, but throw on a nicer shirt and maybe some heeled boots. You already had some makeup on from work, so you just touched up, and threw your hair into a neat pony tail.
At 7 o'clock sharp you heard a knock on your apartment door. Your heart jumped as you began to panic again. Slowly breathing, to calm your nerves you make your way to the door. Surprised when you opened it to see Clint standing there holding a pizza box and a movie.
"Do you mind if we just eat in tonight? I thought we could either stay at your apartment or go to mine. It has been pretty crazy when I try and eat out since last year." He seemed to feel awkward at the request.
Relieved that you weren't going to go somewhere that you could truly embarrass yourself, you replied with a big fat, "Yes!"
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Avengers Imagines: Volume I
FanfictionWho are you? No, I mean it. Who Are You? Well, let me tell you. You are the girlfriend to (Steve/Tony/Clint/Bruce/Thor/ or Loki). No you really are. Do you want to hear your story? It's a pretty good one. I can tell you, all you have to do is open t...