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Clint's Secret Crush On His Teammate

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With how dangerous their work life had become, they couldn't reveal a single weak point to anyone, whether it was positive or negative. For Clint, he considered himself pretty strong. He always wore his mask and worked with swiftness, might, and determination. However, he did have one weakness: Y/N.

While working out at the gym in Avengers Tower, Clint jogged on the treadmill. With earbuds in his ears, he enjoyed sweating it all out. However, then, he spotted his fellow Avenger, Y/N.

On the other side of the room, Y/N began stretching his body. Clint couldn't help but continue staring at him. Not only was he admiring his appearance, but his personality as well. His determination, kindness, and cunning all attracted Clint's attention.

He didn't realize how long he had been staring until he felt someone poking his shoulder. Looking to his right, he saw Natasha in her workout outfit. Clint then removed one of his earbuds.

"Hey."

"Hey to you too, for the sixth time." Natasha commented, holding her water bottle. "You're going to develop hearing problems if you blast music that loudly into your ears."

Clint slowed down the treadmill as he talked to her. "Maybe you should talk louder instead of muttering."

Natasha didn't seem bothered by his joking remark. "You've been staring right at Y/N."

Deciding to play dumb, Clint spoke up. "I was just looking forward." He gave her an innocent smirk. "What? You think I was checking Y/N out?"

"Who wouldn't?" Natasha shrugged. "I mean, he's fit. Got a good ass. Certainly looks better than you."

"Very funny." Clint said mockingly.

"And don't get me started on his hair. He's aging better than you." At this point, Clint rolled his eyes as he sped up the treadmill. "Pretty eyes, nice cheekbones, bird tattoo on his hips—"

"It's a leaf."

"Oh."

Clint looked aside, seeing Natasha smirking. Realizing she was baiting him into some kind of confession, he slowed down the treadmill again before speaking.

"Maybe if you spent more time with Y/N, you would know that."

"Sorry, I don't spend time with others when I shower."

Clint tried to hide the fact that she was getting under his skin. "Y/N told me it's an omen from an old friend. He likes tattoos, so he wanted to share that."

"In the shower?"

Clint decided to stop the treadmill and grab his water bottle. As he opened it, he addressed the topic.

"There are over a thousand SHIELD agents working here, all of whom work out. Is it a problem if I cross paths with them in the locker room?"

"No, but you must have the best of times in there." Nat teased.

Clint drank his water before replying in a mocking voice. "'Haha, Clint is gay. How hilarious.'"

"C'mon, don't be like that." Natasha leaned in, holding onto one of the treadmill's handles. "I'm willing to walk you to the altar when the time comes."

"Nat, maybe it's time for you to finally get a boyfriend." Clint said dryly.

"I tried and failed with you." Natasha gave the man a supportive jab on the shoulder.