Avenger Preferences

Clint Barton • Be With You

"(Y/N)! (Y/N/N) wait!!" Clint calls after you, as you run to your dorm. Slamming the door, your back slides down the wood and you put your head in your hands, letting a sob wrack your body.

The sound of pounding footsteps approaches and a hand gently knocks on your door. "(Y/N)... Please open the door."

"I can't.." Mutter into your hands, scooting to the wall beside the door, still crying.

Why on earth it happened this way, you didn't know.

"(Y/N), please open the door." Clint says, his voice muffled.

When he doesn't get a reply, you hear him sigh. "I'm coming in." He says, then pushes the door open.

Immediately he bends down in front of you when he sees you in the crying ball you're in. His hand goes on your shoulder.

"What'd he do to you, (y/n/n)?" He asks, referring to (Y/E/N)

You murmur something unintelligible and sob again, throwing your arms around Clint and sobbing into his chest.

"(Y/n) please... I can't understand you like that." He says, rubbing soothing circles on your back.

You look up at him with tear stained eyes. "H-he... He b-b-broke up with me... on o-our-r an-n-niversery" You cry. You allow yourself to be swallowed up with sobs as Clint hugs you tighter.

"He was a jerk anyway..." He says quietly.

"(Y/N), if he can do that, he doesn't deserve you, he's just some stupid kid who doesn't know how to appreciate you. You're beautiful." he says, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

You look up at him. "R-really?" You ask, not believing him.

"Of course you are." He replies. "Inside and out." You seem to make a smile.

"I guess you're right... But it hurts inside so much..." You mutter sadly.

"A broken heart can't be that bad." Clint says sarcastically, then he adds in a more serious tone, "I would know." you look up from your lap for the first time.

"How?" You ask, sniffling.

"Well, I've kinda really liked you... Well, loved you, ... And when you started dating (y/e/n) it kind of hurt inside, I guess. It still does." He explains in an embarrassed tone.

Your eyes go wide as you register what he said. "You're joking." You say. Clint shakes his head. "You're joking!!" You repeat.

A small smirk touches your lips. "You're not joking..." You mutter as if just realizing it.

"Clint..." You say putting his hands on the side of your own face. "I love you too."

He smiles in dis-belief, then the smile face and is replaced by a look of concern. "(Y/N), I don't just want to be your rebound." He says looking into your eyes, taking his hands down.

You mouth drops open a bit. "Don't you see Clint? The only reason I ever dated (Y/E/N) was to get over you." You laugh out the last bit. "I've always just wanted to be with you."

Clint looks surprised. "Really?"

You nod, "Of course Clint. I love you."

"I love you too, (Y/N)...." He pulls you back into the hug and kisses the top of you head. "I love you too..."