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Head Over Boots (Clint Barton x reader)

(a/n: Songfic! based on "Head Over Boots" by Jon Pardi.)

I wanna sweep you off your feet tonight
I wanna love you and hold you tight
Spin you around on some old dance floor
Act like we never met before for fun, 'cause

You're the one I want, you're the one I need
Baby, if I was a king, ah, you would be my queen
You're the rock in my roll
You're good for my soul, it's true
I'm head over boots for you

Clint scanned the old honky-tonk the second the doors closed. He looked for the (h/c) hair of his date as well as the tell-tale jacket you told him you would be wearing. When he spotted you, he smiled to himself and approached you. "Hey," he greeted. Your lips slowly upturned into a smile as your eyes traveled up and down his body. His tight jeans and flannel shirt fit him nicely. "Are you Y/N?" You nodded as the band began playing another song.

"I'm Clint...wanna dance?" Again, you nodded and took the hand he offered. He lead you to the dance floor and soon you were swinging and swaying to the song. When the song changed again to a slow number, Clint pulled you close and whispered in your ear, "I missed you today, babe." You tilted your head to kiss his slightly stubbly cheek. "I think this was a good idea. A 'blind' date," you said with a chuckle. You loved these dates with Clint, the ones where you pretending to meet again just so you could fall for one another all over again.

The way you sparkle like a diamond ring
Maybe one day we can make it a thing
Test time and grow old together
Rock in our chairs and talk about the weather, yeah

So, bring it on in for that angel kiss
Put that feel good on my lips, 'cause

You're the one I want, you're the one I need
Baby, if I was a king, ah, you would be my queen
You're the rock in my roll
You're good for my soul, it's true
I'm head over boots for you

Clint looked in your (e/c) eyes and was once again taken back by just how beautiful you were. You practically glowed. Clint wanted nothing more than to see that every day for the rest of his life and maybe, one day, that could happen. If he was honest, he'd admit that he already had the ring. He was just waiting for the right time. Clint was determined to grow old with you, to have children and then grandchildren running around the yard while he sat on the front porch with you. He'd have that white-picket fence life he'd always wanted.

Yeah, I'm here to pick you up
And I hope I don't let you down, no, 'cause

You're the one I want, you're the one I need
Baby, if I was a king, ah, you would be my queen
You're the rock in my roll
You're good for my soul, it's true
I'm head over boots for you

You're the one I want, you're the one I need
Baby, if I was a king, ah, you would be my queen
You're the rock in my roll
You're good for my soul, it's true
I'm head over boots for you

I wanna sweep you off your feet tonight
I wanna love you and hold you tight
Spin you around on some old dance floor

You gave Clint's hand a squeeze,indicating you were ready to take this date home. Clint smiled that soft andserene smile he reserved for his time with you. He took you home and treatedyou like the queen he knew you were. You brought out the good in him and he wasdetermined to show you that in as many ways as possible and pray that he didn'tscrew this up. He was going to hold onto you as long as possible, becausewhether he admitted it out loud or not, the man was head over boots in loveyou.Q