Avengers: Imagines/Oneshots (REQUESTS CLOSED)

Clint Barton - Finally

Today, Clint will help me shoot arrows. Why? Because I suck. And I need an excuse to hang out with him. I mean, he's so attractive to his pretty blue eyes to his messy, golden hair. I walk out of the bathroom since I just took a shower and spot Clint.

"Hey! Clint! Are we still on? For you know, the shooting lesson?" I ask him awkwardly.

He chuckles, "Yeah. Meet me in an hour at the training hall."

I nod quickly, "Okay. I'll see you there!" I call after him as he leaves.

"Good job, Y/N. Now, just keep your cool throughout the rest of the day and you'll be fine," I murmur to myself, taking a deep breath and going to get changed.

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"I can't do it," I sigh, putting the arrow down.

"Yes, you can Y/N. Just aim and shoot," Clint tells me, placing his hands on my shoulder.

"Yeah but what if I...what if I miss?" I say nervously.

He smiles, "That's okay. No one's perfect. All you got to do is practice. It's not even that hard," Clint tells me.

"Easy for you to say, Hawkeye," I grumble. Clint shakes his head, smiling softly.

"Here. Let me show you. You put your hand here and your other hand on the arrow. Then you pull back and shoot," Clint says, going behind me to put one hand on the front part of the bow while the other hand pulls the arrow back on the string. I let go, watching the arrow hit the target. I grin.

"I did it!" I exclaim, jumping around to face him.

"Well technically I helped you. So I did it," He smirks.

"Details, details." I mumble, grabbing another arrow. I put the arrow the same way, shooting again. This time, the arrow lands nowhere near the target. I spin around to face Clint, sheepishly grinning.

"Point taken. You're amazing. Really," I smile.

He rolls his eyes, "Well I wouldn't say that- Yeah, I am!" He says, grinning at me.

I shake my head, laughing, "Come on. Let's get some food. I'm starving."

He raises and eyebrow, "All you did was shoot two arrows. One was with my help!" He yells at me while I walk ahead of him.

I laugh, "Whatever!"

"Hey! Y/N!" Clint yells, catching up to me.

"Yeah?" I ask him.

"How about we go out and eat? Like tonight?" He says nervously, avoiding my eye.

I open my mouth then shut it, "Um...sure." I grin.

He grins as well, "Good."

"Good," I repeat.

"Great then," He shuffles a bit, shoving his hands on his pockets.

"Yeah," I awkwardly say.

"Okay, then. Bye," He goes to leave.

"Yup. Bye. See you. Tonight.," I call out awkwardly. Clint leaves the target room and I wait a few seconds.

I exhale a breath. Then squeal, "Yes!" I exclaim as I run out of the hall and into my bedroom to get changed.

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I tug on my simple, black dress, nervously waiting for Clint to arrive. When he does, he looks...wow.  He's wearing dress pants, dress shoes, and a nice, tight fit, black dress shirt. Hot.