[the avengers ➼ imagines]

clint barton ≫ flights

Long plane rides were the worst. You always got sat beside someone that slept the whole flight and ended up with their head on your shoulder, drooling over your clothes.

You trudged to your seat, far from eager to find out who you would be stuck beside. When you got there, you were surprised to find no one was there. A feeling of hope ran through you that you might not have to sit beside anyone. You say down in your seat, pulling out your favourite book to keep you occupied, as well as your headphones so you wouldn't have to listen to the constant chatter of people.

A few minutes later, someone sat down in the seat beside you. You turned to see a man with glasses on, staring straight ahead. He must have felt your stare on him because he turned his head to look at you.

"Hi." He said, a smile creeping onto his face.

"Uh, Hi." You weren't really sure what to say to the man. You didn't exactly know who he was an now he was starting a conversation with you.

"What's your name?" He questioned politely, taking his black glasses from his eyes. You were taken aback. This man was attractive, very very attractive. You couldn't bring yourself to speak, an attractive man was talking to you. YOU.

He chuckled to himself slightly. "Well whilst you think of a name, I'll introduce myself. My name's Clint, Clint Barton." He held out his hand for you to shake, you accepted it."So do you remember your name?"

"Clint Barton." Your eyes widened as soon as his name fell from your lips. "No, no, my names Mika, sorry I'm not really with the program today."

You turned away, hiding your extremely red face. You couldn't believe you had just embarrassed yourself in front of this man.

"Well Mika, it's nice to meet you." He said, grinning.

"Likewise."

You and Clint spent the whole flight getting to know each other, your book completely forgotten. You had found out that he enjoyed archery. When you asked what he did for a living he hesitated before telling you he worked for a newspaper company, though you weren't sure you believed him but it wasn't your place to pry.

When the announcement came over the speakers that the flight was over you felt yourself become quite sad, you weren't see if you would ever see Clint again. You both said your goodbyes before going your separate ways. Clint headed towards a large black range rover, a red headed woman in a light brown leather jacket stood beside the car, smirking.

You walked away, a frown on your face. It's just your luck that you would meet an attractive man, get along with him, share the same interests and then never see each other again.

"Mika!"

You perked up at the sound of Clint's voice, a smile on your face. You turned to see him running towards you, a piece of paper in hand.

"Yeah?" You asked, hope evident in your voice.

"You're a really nice girl and I'd hate for this to be the last time I saw you." Your smile got bigger and bigger at his words. "I'd really like to see you again."

He handed you the crumpled up piece of paper, a number was scribbled onto it messily.

"Take my number, call me whenever and maybe we could meet up for a coffee or go see a movie? Anything you'd like."

"I'd love to Clint." You reached up on your tip-toes to place a small kiss on his cheek. A small blush formed where your lips had been. "Goodbye for now."

"Goodbye, I'll see you soon." He waved slightly and watched as you disappeared into the sea of people, a small smile on his face.
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so this was a request from iHaroldStyles
I really hope you enjoyed it, I hope it wasn't too short!