Fandom x Reader OTP Challenge

Day 23: Arguing - Clint

Day 23: Arguing – Clint Barton
For shaylee ann oster
A/N: Because this is an OTP challenge, days 23 and 24 are supposed to be consecutive (OTP fights and then OTP makes up). Since this is a multi-fandom version, there will be a small making up here and a fight will be explained in the beginning of the Making Up chapter, because they're different characters.

"You don't care about me!" you yelled at the archer, your voice cracking from how much you'd been fighting.
"How can you say that?" he replied, offended. "Everything I've done and everything I do has been to keep you safe!"
"Is that what you call it? Keeping me safe? When you're gone for days on end without so much as a goodbye note to tell me that you had to work? Letting me go to bed and wake up every night alone and empty, not even knowing where you are or when you'll be back? That's keeping me safe?"
He sighed. "You know I can't control how many missions I get. I'm one of SHIELD's best agents and that means that Fury sends me on more assignments than the others. I don't give you details because I don't want to give anybody reason to hurt you."
"That's crap, Clint," you said, crossing your arms. "How is it safer for me to not know where you are?"
"I don't know how to explain it," he replied. "But you have to believe that I love you."
"Tell that to the empty bed I come home to every day," you countered. You let out a humorless laugh and looked down at your feet. "I can't believe I wanted to start a family with you. If this is what it's like now, this is what it'll be like forever. Clint Barton, the man who abandons his family for his job."
He looked stunned. You had never discussed children before. "How can you say that? It would be different if we had a child. I would make sure I was there for you. But we don't have a child, so I'm available to take more missions."
"Forget it, Clint." You turned on your heel and walked away. Once you reached the spare room in the apartment, which was where one of you would stay after a bad fight, you pulled out your phone and dialed Natasha's number.
"Another fight?" she guessed when she answered her phone.
You broke down in body-shaking sobs, trying to form a reply. You could hear her sigh on the other end. You and Clint had been fighting a lot lately, mostly about this. You always called her when it was over. You didn't know what Clint did, but you didn't really care. He never told you what he was doing anyway.
"I don't know what to do, Nat," you whimpered. "What if it just gets worse? What if he's taking more missions so he can get away from me?"
"You know that's not true," she reasoned. "It's his job. I get just as many assignments as he does. You know it's because he's one of the best agents."
"Yeah, that's what he said," you replied with a sigh. "I don't know what to do."
"You have to talk to him."
You knew what she meant. "No! What's the point? Nothing will change. I'll just end up alone."
"(y/n), everything would change," she argued. "Do you want me to talk to him?"
"Not about that," you said. "Maybe about the missions? Help me explain it to him?"
"I can do that," she promised. She offered you words of comfort before bidding you goodbye. With a sniffle you set your phone on the pillow and sighed.
You were unaware of the archer lurking outside the guest bedroom door. His heart ached at the sound of your sobs, and he wanted nothing more than to take you into his arms until you felt better. But he knew you didn't want to see him right now, so he continued down the hall to your shared bedroom and fell asleep.

"Clint, just listen to her," Nat reasoned.
"I have been listening," Clint defended. You scoffed. You were leaning against the wall while they sat on the couch. Nat was trying to explain to the archer your reservations about him taking so many missions.
"Clint, she's your girl. She loves you and she wants to be with you. And she can't be with you when you're gone all the time. The least you can do is let her know when you'll be leaving and when you're coming back. You don't have to tell her where you're going or what the mission is. Just let her know that you're safe. When you disappear before she wakes up, she doesn't know if you're working or out with the guys or in an alley somewhere."
You looked down at the ground when Clint looked at you, a pained expression on his face. He hadn't realized how much he was hurting you by keeping you in the dark.
"And (y/n)," Nat said, turning to you. "I believe you have something to tell Clint that he deserves to know."
You bit your lip and looked up. Clint looked between you with concern in his eyes. Nat stood and left the room, giving you some privacy. You took her spot on the couch, unable to meet Clint's eyes.
"Remember when I brought up us having a family?" you asked, suddenly very interested in a hole in your jeans.
"Yeah?" he pressed, taking your hands in his.
"We're already starting one..."
You gave him a moment for it to sink in, and his eyes widened.
"You mean...?"
You finally looked at him. "I'm pregnant. I found out two weeks ago."
"Two weeks ago?" he repeated. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"Because you're never home! You've been gone for two weeks!"
He cringed. "Okay, I'm sorry. But I meant what I said last night. If we had a family, things would be different."
"How?" you asked, giving him a stern expression.
"I'll take time off," he offered. "Fury will allow it since I'm one of his best, and he'll understand family needs."
"You'd do that for me?" you asked.
He kissed you sweetly. "I'd do anything for you and my baby."
You allowed yourself a small smile and nodded. "Okay. But when you go back to work, you have to tell me when you're leaving."
"I promise," he replied, pulling you into his arms. You cuddled against his chest with a soft sigh, glad the fight was over for now.