Marvel Imagines

Clint- Partners

(Requested by Emuna_Jasmine )

You're staring straight ahead, trying to avoid Clint's eyes as he tries to catch yours from across the room. You're sitting next to Steve with your arms crossed, face pinched in a scowl directed at the tablet in front of you.

A few hours ago, you caught Clint trying to talk Natasha into kicking you out of the mission and you were pissed.

Now, Natasha's going over the mission he had wanted you to be kept out of, stressing that everyone has to be with their partners at all times.

Apparently, the HYDRA base you all are going to break into is pretty high security with snipers at almost every angle. You almost understand why he wanted you to stay. But you and Clint made a promise to each other: either you both go on a mission or both of you stay behind.

But you're not really focusing on the briefing. You're too busy glaring at the screen, the words clear and digitalized saying that you are Clint are partners.

"Is it too late to switch partners?" You say suddenly, cutting Natasha off mid ramble.

She looks from you to Clint in a silent question, and give her a small pleading expression. She sighs, tapping on the screen and says, "Sure, sure. Because the mission is in a few hours and hey, throwing everyone off course is just what we need."

You nod, pleased, that you're now with Steve and Clint's with Natasha. Turning to you boyfriend, you give him a challenging smirk as he shakes his head.
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"Okay," You wheeze out, hand pressed against your abdomen to try and stop the bleeding. "Maybe I shouldn't have come on this mission."

Steve's blurry face darkens as he looks at your wound, but he quickly covers it up with a smile small. "You'll be fine, (Y/n)."

You laugh, wincing as you shift against the wall to try and stretch your aching back. But you only succeed in making more blood pool into your hands and lap. "Why is Clint always right? Seriously, though, he is always-" you cough and sputter, spitting out a wad of red and grimacing in disgust. "Gross."

"(Y/n)!"

You look up slowly, blinking to clear you vision and spot Clint sprinting towards you. He slides down onto his knees, finding the puddle of blood, the bullet holes, your pale face. It's almost too much as he reaches into his suit and tugs out a cloth. Pressing it to your stomach, he looks up and sees your eyes slowly fluttering shut.

"Hey, (Y/n). Hey!"

Slowly, your eyes open and you smile lazily at him. "Clint.. you were right," you say sadly. "I told Steve that you always are, so I-" you pause, inhaling a sharp intake of dusty air as pressure begins to build in your chest.

"Look at me," Clint rushes out, gritting his teeth in a panic as your eyes glaze over. "God dammit, (Y/n), look at me!"

With the last of your strength, you turn to him and whisper an apology before your eyelids shut and your head lulls to the side.