Avenger Imagines

Tired - Clint Barton x Reader

{ Mehhhhhhh, fluff warning I guess }

Between training the new agents and constantly being on call for any help around the tower, you had close to no time for your wonderful boyfriend. You expected Clint to be somewhere near angry when you had to run out in the early morning and return late night exhausted, while he was on 'vacation'.

"Y/n." Clint greeted warmly once you picked up the ringing phone. Grinning past the sweat and pain built up, you responded.

"Little Hawk." Clint laughed at his ongoing nickname that never failed to amuse him.

"How busy are you around the late hours of the night?" Clint asked nervously, you chuckled.

"You know how Steve feels about fondue-ing..." You responded, finally zipping up your bag and swinging it on your shoulder.

Clint chuckled. "Who says Steve needs to know?" You sighed and started the painful walk to your car. "That isn't what I'm offering, I think it's due time for a date."

"So that's why you were all nervous." You teased.

"I don't get nervous! I am the Hawkeye and I don't get nervous about asking my wonderful girlfriend on a date... please?" He added kindly at the end, you started the car and pulled out onto the street.

"Of course, Mr. Hawkeye, sir. I will be honored to join you."

"Oh, thank god." Clint sighed in relief. "I mean, of course you would! Yeah..." Clint stuttered, you shook your head.

"Clint, why would I say no to you after two years?" You asked, impatient with the traffic that had already started.

"Actually, its been two years, three months and... four days." Clint corrected.

"Yes, its been long. I understand." You growled. "Excuse me, I have to go fight with some who thought it would be amazing to stop IN THE MIDDLE OF THIS ROAD." Clint laughed.

"I thought we agree to only murdering three people per week that isn't on job?"

"Guess we have to change it to four, see you later." With that you shut down the call and pulled down the window. "Listen here you little..."

--- Time Skip ---

"Y/n." Clint smiled, getting close to hug you before backing up. "All that sweat is a big no no..." You flipped him off.

"I'm going to shower." You threw the bag on the floor. "Because I have a date tonight." You groaned after stretching upwards.

"Excuse me, it's a hot date and you look very tired." Clint place his hands on your shoulder and focused his eyes on you. "We could put this off..."

You placed a hand on his face and shook your head. "I've been putting this off for a while now."

"Two weeks and one day." Clint smirked.

"Whatever, same difference." Clint released your shoulder. "Imma go shower, this sweat is not working out with me."

"Haha, I could of made a sex joke." Clint smiled, you rolled your eyes and started your way to the bathroom.

"Bye Clint."

Walking past the bedroom with the a very inviting bed, you trudge into the bathroom and decided to shower with the hottest water. The water, already making you drowsy, you immediately flipped it to the cold side.

"Gotta stay awake, gotta stay awake." You changed through shivering teeth. After sluggishly changing into something decent, you walked towards the kitchen.

"What ya..." You walked backwards as Clint pushed you out. "What's happening?"

"You can't go in there! I'm cooking! Also it's a surprise." Clint removed his kitchen mitten and you ruffled his hair.

"Aw!" You cooed in a baby voice. "Is mister bird man destroying the house slowly?" Clint frowned and pulled you in.

"No, not this time." Kissing you lightly, he motioned to the sofa. "Go watch tv and relax while I finish up okay?"

"Fine." Clint smiled. "I think somethings burning..." Clint's eyes widen and he ran off into the kitchen, you slowly walked to the couch.

"That was a lie! Y/n, that was a big lie!" He screamed back, chuckling, you fell into the cushions.

The wave of sleep fell over you, your eyes suddenly felt like heavy weights. Eventually, the sound of Clint's whistling and the fluffy cushions, you were finally asleep.

It felt like a lifetime of sleep, which according to Clint was only three minutes, you had trouble opening your eyes when time came to.

"Y/n?" You heard a distance voice ask, to muffle it, you groaned and place a pillow on you ears. Falling into slumber again, you felt a feather like touch on your forehead. That trailed down in touch and go movements down your face, you grinned when Clint passed your face.

"Go any lower and no one is going to be eating dinner, understood?" You whispered groggily, Clint laughed and pulled you up to stand. Leaning into hug, Clint placed his lip on your forehead and mumbled his words.

"I don't know, that seems like a win win situation to me." Clint responded, you shook your head.

"Oh no, since my amazing boyfriend cooked, we must eat." Taking Clint's hand, you dragged him to the dinner table. "Well it looks edible."

"Funny."

After a rather fulfilling dinner, along with random conversation, Clint sent you to bed.

"You're not my dad." You crossed your arms, and Clint put a hand to his waist.

"Y/n." Clint put his best serious face, but couldn't stay completely serious with your pouting. "Go, you're tired." You scrunched up your face but eventually dropped your arms.

"Fine, but can I get one kiss before I go?" You asked, Clint walked forward and hovered over your lips.

"One." You grinned mischievous, before pulling Clint down.

"How did we get all the way over here?" Clint asked, slightly out of breath and definitely hovering over you, on the bed. "Seduction?" He asked, you smiled.

"You said one." You answered innocently, Clint stood up and walked to the door. "That was one."

"You little sneaky women." He looked between the door and you.

"Second guessing?"

"No... No." He muttered. "No, okay. Stop seducing me and go to sleep." You sat up and grinned.

"Before you go..."

"Yeah?"

"One kiss?"