Avenger Imagines

Don't listen to a word I say - Clint Barton x Reader

You were the best at using knives, raised throwing them and eventually mastered it.

Clint was a master in archery, and also a master on getting on your nerves.

Every single trillion of them.

Ever since two months ago when you first join, and so lucky, you had your training time minutes AFTER Clint's.

"Look, Bird Boy, it's MY time to use this room." You argued, debating if it was worth it to throw the knife at Clint and get in serious trouble. "You are always in here on MY time."

No, you weren't going to make the Avengers lose their marksman.

"Look, Y\N, it's MY time whenever I want." He replied, with a smug smile that made you even more furious.

There is always that machine Dr. Cho made...

"Don't test me, I won't hesitate to throw one." You took five strides forward and pointed the tip of the knife on top of his right side chest.

"I dare you." He said, after an extreme eye contest that you lost, you walked out the room.

"Stop living up my ass, Barton." You screamed in fury before throwing both knives bullseye and walking out.

"As you wish." Clint smiled, removing the knives.

The next day, you found no one in the room and smiled.

"No, Barton. No, anger."

And for the following one week you saw no hint of Clint bugging you while you train.

"What's wrong, Birdy? Done being a jerk?" You ask him as he sipped on his coffee.

"I'm just following orders." Clint smiled before walking out.

And for the next two weeks he didn't come.

You found it odd that Clint hadn't thrown any of his arrow at your targets or bugged you. You actually finished training earlier than usual, since Clint wasn't there, you couldn't point out his weaknesses or gawk at his arms.

"Clint." You greeted, he looked up in shock.

"What? No nickname?' You flustered. "Oh my, don't tell me you lost your flow!" You pouted, flipped him off and walked out the room.

You still missed him when you went to train.

"Alright Barton." You said, dragging him from the kitchen into the training room. "What's up?"

"The sky." He smiled, you punched his arm.

"No doofus, I mean why aren't you bugging me?" You asked, he rose an eyebrow.

"Cause you told me not too."

"Since when you do what I say?" You challenged.

"Since now."

"Well stop it." You frowned.

"Stop... Listening to you?"

"Yep. Do the exact opposite of what I say."

"What? why? I thought you hated me." Clint says extremely confused.

"I do." You confirmed. "But I need you not to listen to me. So come in every day and bug me. Make corny jokes and weak threats. But for the love of God, ignore me again and I'll carve your heart out." You explained before turning around and leaving the room.

"Wait..." Clint scratched his head. "Y/N! Wait! I'm confused!" He chased after you.

After Natasha helped him decode your words, not one day went by without him intruding your training time and making corny jokes.

Just like you wanted.

Or didn't want?

Whatever.

You were just happy.