Marvel one-shots

In sickness Clint Barton x Reader

Request for anon: Please do a clint bartin imagine soon. So here you go, I hope you like it!

Your P.O.V.
You'd felt perfectly fine the day before. Not a hint of sickness. Then the next morning, you awake sweaty, your body felt like it was overheating, yet you were freezing cold at the same time. You felt dizzy and disoriented, You could barely lift yourself off the bed. Your body felt achy and yucky, there was no way you were going on your Valentine's date with Clint tonight. You hear the door open and footsteps towards the bed.
"Hey (y/n), get up, Sam made breakfast" Natasha said nudged you and You moaned shivering as Nat pulled off the covers.
"Nat... I don't feel good" You say trying to push yourself up but fail and collapse back onto the bed, your body shaking with the chills.
"You want me to get Clint?" Natasha asked and You nod as you feel her place her cool fingers on your forehead for a moment and then the covers are pulled back up over your body. You snuggled into the blankets until you started to feel like you were being cooked in an oven and you kicked off all the blankets, rolling onto your stomach in a poor attempt to get away from them.
You heard footsteps and then a warm hand against your forehead.
"(y/n), sweetheart, what's the matter? Can you tell me what's wrong?" Clint asked nudging you gently. You roll on your side
"I'm really hot but I have the chills, and I feel achy all over" You whisper shivering as you reached for the covers, you were cold again.
"C'mon, baby why don't you get into something warm while I find something for your fever" Clint said and You nod tiredly in agreement. Slowly, with Clint's help, you sit up and ease yourself off the bed, walking your achy and sickly body to your bathroom. Clint handed you a pile clothes and shut the door to give you some privacy. You looked at your image in the mirror, Your face was flushed with fever, eyes dull and tired and your hair was messy and stuck to your sweaty forehead.
Slowly, almost painfully, you changed into a pair of Clint's sweatpants, a t-shirt, warm socks, and a large fuzzy sweatshirt that was also Clint's. You did nothing with your hair, it hurt to lift your arms and the simple task seemed so cumbersome and exhausting you decided against it. You wandered out into your bedroom, grabbing a couple of fuzzy blankets from off the top of your bed and dragging them to the la z boy in front of your tv in the "living room" part of your living quarters that Tony had provided. Climbing up onto it, You arrange the blankets over your body and then pulling the handle on the side to fully extend the footrest and the back of the chair so you were laying down.
"(Y/n)... sweetheart" You hear Clint call your name
"I'm here" You call as loud as you could muster, which wasn't very loud.
"There you are, the medicine we had in the cabinet was expired so Tasha went out to buy some more, I brought you some water though" Clint said and you reach a hand out from the covers for the water. Clint handed it to your shaking hands, and the cup felt so heavy that you almost dropped it and Clint caught it and guided your hands helping you sit up and drink. After a sip of water though, you push it away, making a face.
"What?" Clint asked
"It tastes weird" you say swallowing to rid mouth of the odd taste.
"That's because you're sick, it's going to taste weird" Clint replied and you moaned in response, shifting your body in the chair. You look up at Clint as he tucked the blankets around your body.
"I'm sorry, now we can't go on our Valentine's date" You whisper and Clint looks up at you and smiles.
"It's okay, it's not your fault, honey, as long as I'm with you I'm happy" Clint said kissing your forehead "besides, I'd rather you not feel like crap when I take you on a date, you're supposed to enjoy yourself and have fun" He added and You attempt a weak smile, as sleep began to take over.
That night...
You lay in bed in your pajamas, blankets wrapped around your body, you were waiting for Clint, who said he a surprise for you. He walked into your room clad in pajamas and holding several movies.
"Clint, what are you doing?" You ask, you were feeling a little better now that you had taken medicine and it was kicking in. They were a pain in the butt to swallow, and you had to force it down your throat with water.
"I figured since we can't go on our dinner date, we'll have a movie date here instead" He answered holding up several movies.
"Are you sure?" You ask
"Positive, there is no where else I'd rather be than right here" He said "Now, what movie do you want to watch?" He asked setting down some yours and his favorites on the bed.
"Robin Hood" You said, knowing it was Clint's favorite
"Are you sure? Don't you want to watch (f/m)?" He asked
" I'm sure, that's the movie I want to watch" You say
"Okaaaayyy... " Clint's voice was unsure but You could see in his eyes he was giddy to watch his favorite movie. He put it in and climbed into bed next to you snuggling under the pile of blankets with you.
"Clint, you're going to get sick" You say
"It's worth it" He said kissing your forehead. You smile and turn back to the tv screen, snuggling up next to your boyfriend. About halfway through the movie, you fell asleep, and you vaguely felt Clint tucking you in and kissing you goodnight.
"Let me go out"
"Not happening"
"Cliinntt... please? I feel fine" You say pleading with your boyfriend, it was four days later and you were finally feeling better, a little tired, but better.
"Nope, I'm not risking it, you aren't completely healthy yet" He told you, crossing his arms, a stern look on his face.
"At least let me out of my room" You say flopping on your bed with a huff, you were sick of being sick and ready to get some fresh air.
"Fine, but you have to stay on the main levels, and take it easy, no running or jumping around or exercise" He said
"Yay! Thank you!" You cheer and hug him tightly.
"Yeah, yeah, now go before I change my mind" He said with a huff. You lean forward and whisper
"Love you babe" and kiss his cheek before leaving your room and exasperated boyfriend behind, grinning in triumph.
I hope you guys liked it! It's my first Clint Barton imagine, so yay!