A/N: Since you guys gave such amazing and needed comments on my last author's note, I decided to do a celebratory Clint imagine.
Scene: Avengers bonding time.
"Seriously?" You shout through the Avengers facility. Clint, your boyfriend, comes running. "What's wrong? I heard you yell. What happened?" You point at the giant package you ordered. "I ordered thirty boxing dummies, not thirty dodge balls."
Clint chuckled as he wrapped an arm around your waist. "Well (Y/N), you don't have the best handwriting in the world-" You elbowed him in the ribs. "Now how am I going to train the initiates?"
A slow smile crept across Clint's face. "What?" You asked. "What sport have high schools everywhere made students play for several years, subjecting them to public humiliation?" You smiled as you both spoke simultaneously.
"Dodgeball."
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"Why are we here, Clinton Barton? I'm sure your intentions are important, but I am weary for having flown-" "Hush." All of the Avengers were lined up in the main wide area of the training facility. Clint had duck taped a line across the middle of the floor and was standing with a large, black bag.
"Clint, I have more important things to do than play kids' games-" "I said, hush." You had told everyone to come in training clothes, and you split people up into teams.
"We're playing a little reflex and observance practice. It will help you to better spot oncoming threats and dodge them, as well as targets. The rules are: if you are hit, you are out until the next round. Also, if you catch the 'weapon', then the person who threw it is out. No head shots, and no one aim for below the belt."
"So, when do we start?" Pietro looked mischievous. "Oh, and no one's allowed to use their powers," you added, smirking at his pouty face. Team Dozer, as dubbed by Tony, consisted of Cap, Bucky, Wanda, Sam, and you. Team Destroyer, also dubbed by Tony, consisted of Tony, Nat, Clint, Thor, and Pietro.
You both lined up on opposite ends of the court. Bruce had offered to be the ref since he couldn't play. "Ready, set, go!" He shouted. Even without his powers, Pietro was the first to run and grab a ball. He immediately chucked it at Steve, who ducked into an electric slide and grabbed a ball to nail Tony in the chest.
Tony ducked in time to grab one and sling it at Bucky. Bucky turned and grabbed it with his metal hand. "Tony's out!" Bruce shouted with a smile. Tony tromped off the court while the others were at war. Clint was throwing one at Sam when you hit his shoulder with a red ball. He stared up at you in shock. "You betrayed me." He faked a wounded expression.
You winked and blew him a kiss. He winked back and growled as he walked off the court. "Please, get a room." Tony groaned from the bench. The game continued until Thor was the last one. You played a couple more rounds, Steve winning two and Tony winning one.
The last round was the tie breaker. It had come down to Clint and Nat, as well as you and Bucky. Nat threw one at Bucky while you were throwing at her. Bucky moved to the left to dodge the throw, but got snagged on the elbow. "Bucky's out!" Bruce declared. Bucky snarled. "You'd better win." He warned you.
You threw one more at Nat, which miraculously hit her ankle. "Natasha's out!" Bruce smiled. "It's down to (Y/N) and Clint. The tension's never been higher." "Yeah, the sexual tension-" Tony started, but Nat stomped on his foot.
"Come at me, bro," you taunted Clint. "Don't mind if I do." He smiled as he threw a ball at you. You jumped, the ball barely missing your thigh. You swooped down to grab a ball and throw it when you heard a yell. "(Y/N)!" You turned to see Pietro smirking at you.
Then, something pounded you in the temple. Everyone froze as your vision shook. "Crap. I'm in deep sh-" You immediately turned to glare at Clint before you side-armed a ball at him. It him right in the crotch.
He sunk down to his knees before you hit him again in the arm. "Since you both equally violated the rules, but (Y/N) made the last shot, Team Dozer wins!" Bruce shouted.
You ran and hugged your team as Tony threw a hissy fit. When everybody had left for lunch, you walked back to the still-crouching Clint. "Are you okay?" You asked. He nodded. "G-good game." He was still cringing as you helped him up. "Aw. You're adorable when you're vulnerable." You kissed his temple before you grabbed his hand and pulled him to the cafeteria. You didn't hear him whisper under his breath, "Only when I'm with you."
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A/N: Hey guys! Thank you for all your support, especially with my last author's note. You guys are so kind and considerate, it melts my heart. Anyway, requests are now open, so go ahead and comment or message me!
Later, gators!
~Sports_books_1816
