Fanfiction Imagines

Clint Barton #2

Arguments

(Clint Barton #2)

"Clint!" I ran through the door to the gym and sprint towards the archery. I did not even know they had a archery here. I stop and grin menacingly, knowing Clint was going to pop out of something somewhere. I probably looked like a beast right now, with my red hair flying around me in little ringlets.

"I think you look great with your new style," Clint said, handing down from a small long piece of fabric in the ceiling. What is he? A silk dancer? I almost laughed at my own joke, but instead I ran towards him. Like a spider, Clint crawled up the silk avoiding my stealthy advances.

I stare at my pink pants that Clint dyed. "I happen to disagree."

"Well I like it."

"I don't!"

"I do!"

"My opinion matters more than yours!" My face was staring to get red with fury.

"I have a say in somethings don't I?" Clint smirked at me, completely amused. He finally reached the ground. I have to say that he looked really hot up there in his silk cocoon.

"No you don't! Not when it involves my favorite pants and pink hair dye," I start to scream at him.

He looks super amused now. He walks over to me. My face starts to cool down, but then he places his hands on my cheeks. Heat rises up to my cheeks just as he starts to lean in.

When his lips collide with mine, I feel fireworks. Why in the world was he kissing me?

"Sorry, your just so hot when your mad," he says genuinely. I stare at him for the longest of times. His eyes, his hair, his smile. Just taking everything in. I storm away leaving him there smiling smugly.

"Stupid, idiotic, numbskull."