Marvel/Avengers One-Shots!

I Don't Even Know Your Name [Clint - Fluff]

A/N - This was inspired by the Shawn Mendes song of the same name.

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Tony was hosting a party in which all of the Avengers were obliged to attend. Although, after that battle with Ultron they were all relieved to have the chance for a break.

Clint had already had a few drinks when you'd arrived, and he was slightly intoxicated. You were invited because you were a S.H.I.E.L.D agent, but you had never met any of the Avengers before, meaning you were quite nervous. You'd decided to dress quite modestly and you wore a light pink summery dress with minimal make-up and loose curls for your hairstyle.
You felt extremely unsure about being at a party where you didn't really know anyone, so you headed straight to the bar to get a drink to calm your nerves.

Little did you know, that as you shuffled through the crowd in your kitten heels, you had attracted the eye of a rather hawk-eyed Clint.

"Who's the girl at the bar?" Clint asked an inebriated Tony.
"The one in the smoking red dress? That's a journalist I hooked up with back in-"
"No, the cute one in the pink." Clint clarifies.
"Oh, she's a S.H.I.E.L.D agent. Don't know much about her, but I'd like to." Tony leered a little, swaying on his feet to find his balance.
Clint tensed, feeling a little jealous, but brushed it off and played it cool.
"I think you just need to sit down." Clint laughed, steering Tony to the sofa where a few attractive girls sat.
"Could you ladies care for Tony for me?" Clint flashed them his puppy dog eyes, but the girls were already pulling Tony onto the sofa and fawning all over him.

Clint shook his head in amusement before turning to head to the bar in search of the attractive woman.

You had ordered your drink and began to move back through the crowd to find a seat. On your way back you locked eyes with none other than Clint Barton. He was a few metres away and there was a sea of bodies between the two of you. He give you a bright smile, which you returned bashfully, before hurrying to find a seat.

Clint's heart had practically stopped when he saw your bright (e/c) eyes. He thought you were absolutely stunning and he quickly began to weave through the crowd in hopes of catching up to you.

You had just spotted an empty seat a few yards away when you heard an 'excuse me' behind you.
You turned to see Clint calling out to you. What did he want? You'd heard so much about the wonderful Hawkeye and you had a deep admiration for him. Surely, there were more interesting people to talk to?

"Hi, I'm Clint Barton." He smiles.
"I know, it's a pleasure to meet you! I've heard wonderful things about you." You smile back, happily.
Clint was momentarily stunned by your dazzling smile and he burned the image into his memory.
"Have you? Well that's very flattering!" He chuckles, feeling pride at the fact you already knew him.
"Oh, and I'm-" you were just about to introduce yourself when two girls started squealing beside you.
"Oh my god!! It's Hawkeye! Kelsey, Kelsey look it's really him!" The brunette screamed at her friend as she pointed toward Clint.
Her blonde friend made an incomprehensible string of squeals and shrieks before they both ran over to the pair of you.

The two girls stood directly in front of Clint, meaning that you were now facing their backs.
You waited for a few moments as the girls gushed about how much they loved him, before quietly slipping away. The high-pitched caws of the two were giving you a headache and you decided that Clint was otherwise occupied now.

After dismissing the two girls in the politest possible way, Clint had hoped to get back to his conversation with you. Only to see you were gone. He scanned around the room, looking for any sign of you, but to no avail.
Eventually, he returned to sit with Bruce and Thor and hoped to find you later.
However, later never came and as more and more guests left, he began to lose hope.

Clint sat contemplating how many files he would have to search through on the S.H.I.E.L.D database just to find your name, and more importantly, how many agents he would have to take down in the process just to get access to said database. No, that was a stupid idea. He'd simply have to wait until Tony's next party.
But that idea frustrated Clint even more. He could be patient, but he knew it would be torture for him. He could not get that entrancing image of your smile out of his head and he was even more frustrated that he didn't have a name to put to your face!

Eventually, Clint decided he needed some fresh air and excused himself.
When he stepped out of the front doors and into the cool New York air, he couldn't quite believe his luck.
There, standing on the side of the pavement, was the girl he'd spent the whole night chasing.

He gave a smug little smirk to himself as he leant against the wall, before speaking.
"Fancy meeting you again."
You turned quickly to look for the source of the words, only to see Clint once again.
"Oh, hello." You smiled.

Ah that smile! Clint thought to himself.

"I'm just waiting for my cab." You explained, looking down the road to see if the upcoming headlights belonged to a cab or a normal car.
"I'm sorry about earlier." Clint states. "I really wanted to get to know you."
"It's okay, I should've been patient and waited, but they started to give me a headache." You confess, laughing slightly.
"Yeah, me too." Clint chuckles, looking up at you through his eye lashes.

The headlights grow closer and you see that it is indeed a cab.
"I think this is mine." You mumble.
Clint stood up straight now, panicking that he might lose you again.
"I never caught your name." He tries to hint nonchalantly, though his tone sounds rushed.
The taxi pulls up and you open the door, ready to get in.
You turn and smile at the man who clearly had an interest with you.
"It's (y/n)." And with that you get in the taxi.
Clint takes a step closer to the cab and you roll down the window.
"It's been really nice meeting you, Clint!" You exclaim.
"Likewise." He replies.
You flash him another one of your smiles, having no idea what it does to him. Then your cab drives off.

Clint sighs and turns to head back into the tower. (Y/n). (Y/n). He repeats in his brain. Such a nice name.
He stops dead in his tracks when he realises something. He didn't get your last name! How was he supposed to stalk you on social media now? Sulking a little bit, he gets in the elevator, wondering how many (y/n)'s there are on the S.H.I.E.L.D database.