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Warnings: Mild cussing Word count: 585 Prompt: Reader sneaks out of the bedroom late at night to get coffee because she can't sleep and goes all agent on one of the avengers for scaring her ______________________________
Sighing, you turn back over and look at the clock on the dresser next to your bed. The clock flashing 12:35 in bright red lettering.
Ever since the mission against Ultron, you haven't been able to sleep right. Hell, even before that you couldn't sleep right.
You looked over at the sleeping figure next to you. Your boyfriend. Clint. He slept soundlessly and sometimes it took a solid morning just to get him up. You smiled and leaned over and kissed his cheek before getting up to go to the kitchen.
When you couldn't sleep at night your legal guardian would sing you lullabies. Your favorite being Hey Jude by the Beatles. You were too old for lullabies now.
You would go for a night walk but the wind looked like it was blowing pretty good out there. So you decided to settle with a cup of coffee. Sure it is supposed to keep you up, but for some odd reason, the heat that seeps from the mug and the sweet smell of coffee bean calms you down and helps you sleep.
You ran your sk/c fingers through your messy hair as Clint's Led Zeppelin shirt hung lazily a little above your mid thigh area.
You went to the mug cabinet, opening it to reveal everyone's 'special' mug. In the house, the rules are to use YOUR mug and no one else's. If your mug was in the dishwasher you had to grab one of the ugly Christmas mugs from the junk cabinet. You grabbed your mug and started looking for the coffee roast.
Clint's P.O.V: I turned my body over and reached my hand out hoping to grab a hold of y/n's waist and pull her closer to me.
Instead I got a handful of air and bed sheets. I opened one eye and saw her space was empty.
Uh oh. I thought. It was another one of those nights when she can't sleep. She's had those quite often ever since Ultron.
I threw the bed comforter off of my body and walked tiredly to the kitchen to find y/n.
Your P.O.V: The pot of coffee was finished and you started to pour all of your needed ingredients into your mug and stirred.
You walked over to the large window of the Avenger building and stood there. Just watching the lights of the city. It was always so peaceful at night.
You suddenly felt a hand on your shoulder. SHIELD agent instinct kicked in. You grabbed the persons arm, making sure to twist it hard and flipped the persons body over.
You heard a groan and looked over to see a boxer pj body. It was Clint.
"Christ Y/n..." You leaned down to him and laid a hand on his back "Clint..I'm sorry baby, are you okay? I really didn't mean to..it was just-"
"Instinct." He chuckled and sat up and sighed "Why can't you fight like that during missions." He joked as he leaned back into his elbows. Giving you that remarkable and sexy smile.
"Oh haha! You're so funny Clint, you should use that one on Your lover Pietro..." You smirked as he opened his mouth to give you another one of his asshole remarks but he closed it.
