"You're insane!" You screamed at Clint over the sound of rapid gunfire.
"I'm not desperate or spontaneous, (Y/N)! I've been wanting to do it for a while!" He replied, taking a shot before sliding to your cover.
"Clinton Barton, you can't be serious." You guys met back to back as you each took a shot at the descending enemy. You were outnumbered. But according to Clint, you weren't outmatched.
He paused and turned to you.
"Dead serious."
A grenade fell beside the both of you and you grabbed him to jump for cover.
Dirt and ash landed on your cut and bleeding faces from behind the rusted car. You kissed him hard, but briefly.
"Don't say things like that at a time like this."
He chuckled. "Okay."
More gunshots fired and you scrambled to the landing quinjet you had spotted.
"But we didn't get-" You silenced him by whipping the flash drive out of your pocket.
He grinned and kissed your forehead.
"So, what will you say? I can get the rock when we get back. You actually don't have to answer now-"
You kissed him again as you both stopped in front of the quinjet.
"Clint, I have to say-"
•••••
*Earlier that day...*
•••••
"So, did you hear?" Clint slung his arm around your shoulder. You rolled your eyes.
"What? That you secretly like to dance to Beyoncé and that your favorite song to sing when you think you're alone is 'Single Ladies'? Honey, that stuff's been going around for a while. And honestly, I'm not so sure it's just a rumor."
Without missing a beat, Clint kissed your forehead and shrugged.
"Sweetie, you and I both know that's only half true. And it's 'Drunk in Love', not 'Single Ladies'."
You laughed as he grasped your hand.
"So, what am I actually supposed to know?"
"Coulson's put us on a quick operation. It's secret and select, only you and me."
You stepped away.
"How dangerous?"
"Not very. It's supposed to be in and out. No casualties, if we can help it."
You regained the space and he hugged you to him.
"Whad'ya say?"
"Sure."
•••••
"Three years." Clint stared out the window, his eyes unfocused.
"What?" You turned to him.
"We've been together for three years."
You nodded.
"Yeah? What about it?"
He shrugged.
"Just got me thinking. Time sure flies when you're having fun, right?" He chuckled half-heartedly.
You nodded again, a bit concerned.
