Marvel Imagines and other enjoyable writings (requests closed)

Titles tho

Warning: language

"Clinton get off the damn roof right now!" You shouted from your open window at the tower. He seemed to ponder this for a moment before sticking his tongue out at you and turning away. You groaned and slammed the window shut. You stormed through the tower and into Tony's lab.

"Whoa! Someone's mad."

"What the fuck is he doing?!" You shoved Tony away from the computer and pulled up the roof cameras. Clint was sitting there clutching his bow. "Fucking flappy hell demon." (If you understood that reference I will love you forever)

"Dude what's your problem?" Natasha asked as you stormed into the living room. Bucky and Steve were fighting over the remote. Bucky finally used his metal arm to restrain Steve and switched it to his channel.

"My problem is that we leave for a mission in 3 hours and he's still sitting on the god damn roof." You huffed and stormed to the fridge. Pulling out the milk you poured yourself a glass and searched for your leftover pasta. You scoured the fridge coming up empty handed. "And he ate my fucking pasta! Bastard."

"Language!" Steve shouted.

"Fuck off Steven! He didn't eat your food!" You slammed the fridge and headed toward the weapons room.

"Where are you going?!" Bucky called after you.

"To get a grappling hook!" You replied. The three Avengers exchanged panicked glances before hurrying after you.
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"Clint she will actually use that thing if you don't come down. And you have to leave for the mission in 30 minutes!" Nat called while Bucky and Steve restrained you. Clint rolled his eyes.

"Fine. But I don't wanna go on a mission with her."

"Too bad Bird-Brain!" You screamed. "Steven, James! Let go of me now!" You stepped on Steve's foot but he didn't budge.

"Y/N just because you hurt me doesn't mean I'm letting go." Bucky said.

"Ugh!"
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"I cannot believe you!" You yelled firing another bullet.

"Why are you so concerned?!"

"Maybe because after you distracted me and ate my food you got me pissed off and now I can't focus."

"Well you look pretty focus you just put a bullet between that guy's eyes."

"Well maybe-" There was searing pain in your chest. You looked down at the bullet lodged in your chest. "Clinton."

"What?!" He turned around and the anger on his face quickly turned to horror. "Oh god. Y/L/N's down. I need a Quinjet NOW." He dragged your body behind a car and gently stroked your face moving your hair away from your face.

"Oh so now you care?" You asked hoarsely. He smirked.

"I always have. I always have darling."
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Pain coursed throughout your entire body. Your head throbbed, each breath felt weak and painful.

"What did someone run me over with a truck?" You groaned and looked over at the bird man sitting next to you.

"You're awake." Clint smiled at you. You rolled your eyes.

"No, can't you see I'm still sleeping?" A laugh quickly turned to coughing. Clint handed you a glass of water which you took gratefully.

"How do you feel?"

"Shitty."

"You better be careful Steve might hear you."

"Well too bad the only voice I wanna hear right now is yours." Clint looked at you, shocked.

"What?" He whispered.

"I always have. I always have darling."

"That's my line."

"Kiss me." He nodded and gently kissed you. You heard the door to your room open but ignored it.

"Thought you didn't want to go on a mission with her."