AVENGER IMAGINES

Clint - Music to my ears.

You rolled over, humming gently to the song Clint was playing. He always listened to music late at night, maybe it was to help him sleep.

This was the sixth night in a row you had heard music playing. Sometimes there would be singing but mostly it was just guitar.

The song that was playing just now you couldn't remember the name of, so you hopped out of bed and zipped up a hoodie, and started towards Clint's room, that was luckily right next to yours.

You open the door quietly, in case he had fallen asleep.

You jaw dropped as you seen Clint, his back to you, playing a guitar, humming the words lightly.

"Clint?!" You shout by accident, making him jump up from the chair, dropping the guitar.

You regretted it instantly, wanting to music still to play.

"(Y/N)? You know you don't have to be so quiet right? I'm mostly deaf I wouldn't of heard you anyways..." He chuckles nervously, trying to change the subject.

"Nu-uh!" You point at him abruptly.

"The past few nights? That was you?" You ask, eying the guitar on the floor.

"Yeah (Y/N)... I remember you telling me that acoustic was your favourite... And that it helps you sleep better." He muttered looking at the floor.

"Why would you do this for me?" You ask, shaking your head in disbelief, your heart swelled at his actions.

"I know you have trouble sleeping and with all that bad dream shit... I dunno I thought this would help... And well... Nah it doesn't matter." He smiled shyly, taking a step back from you out of habit.

"Tell me Clint, stop acting like a school girl," you giggle sitting down on his bed and patting the spot next to you, hinting for him to sit next to you.

He picks up the guitar from the floor, giving him something to fiddle with while he speak to you. The bed dipped a little as he sat next to you.

"Spit it out Barton," you laugh, nudging his shoulder with yours.

"I like like you..." He whispered, his eyes glued to the guitar.

"Dude are you still in p-4 or something?" You giggle "We're grown adults Clint..." You laugh again.

"I'm being serious (Y/N), I've liked you for a while now..." He says looking up at you, the look on his face made your heart melt.

You smile widely at him, taking his hand in yours.

"I like like you too Clint." You whisper. His lips stretched into a wide smile.

"Mind if I stay with you tonight?" You ask but Clint hardly let you finish your sentence.

"Of course (Y/N)!" He nearly shouted, his eyes lighting up.

"Will you play another song for me before we sleep?" You ask shyly, nodding down at the guitar.

"Yeah," Clint smiled, placing his fingers over the strings.

You listened to the music echoing through the room, while watching Clint's smile get wider and wider as his fingers danced along the neck of the guitar.

The song only lasted a few moments but it was so peaceful your eyes started to droop.

Clint placed the guitar back in its stand before turning of the lights and sliding into bed, pulling the covers over both of you.

"Goodnight Clint." You yawn, squirming closer to him.

"Goodnight (Y/N)." He said, kissing your forehead while wrapping his arm around you.

You could still hear Clint's sweet music ringing through your ears as you drifted off to sleep.

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