Marvel Imagines, Preferences, One Shots etc. II

Clint Barton- Cuddles (c)

Although you were quite small you were able to hold a death grip onto your fiancé. He was at least a foot taller than you and he had a lot of weight and general strength compared to your own. If he wanted to he could probably kill you with his pinkie, but when you wanted a cuddle he had no choice but to put up with what was going on.

As soon as he made the small mistake in laying down next to you, you would latch onto him like a spider monkey and refuse to allow him to leave you until your cuddle session was done.

He acted as if it bothered him, but you knew that he was happy to cuddle with you. It was a comfortable moment for the two of you and he preferred just lying there with you rather than having to put up with the stress of his job.

You held onto Clint until he moved so he could wrap his arms around you instead.

"Am I stuck here now?" He grinned.

"Don't act as if you don't love me," you stated sticking out your tongue. "You're the one willingly marrying me, so if you aren't willing to cuddle with me, we are going to have some issues."

He rolled his eyes, kissing your nose, making you scrunch it up in fake disgust.

"I love to cuddle with you- don't tell Natasha- I just don't like you to go all koala on me and treating me like a eucalyptus tree," he smiled, rubbing the back of your neck, playing with the hair hanging across it.

"Well you like cuddles, but you always pretend that you don't. How am I supposed to get my why without force?" You laughed. "If you really didn't want to be here, you could easily leave. Or actually tell me to let go and I would. You just groan and make noises but then cuddle willingly."

He joined your light laughter. "Sorry Y/N."

You moved your hand to rest on his cheek, tapping it slightly.

"It's alright Clint. I know you're a grumpy git."

He faked shock.

"Beg your pardon madam?" He grinned, moving you out of his arms so instead he hovered over you.

"Don't act surprised. You are a grumpy git. I know it. You know it. Everyone knows it," you shrugged.

Clint gave you a warning glare before he began to tickle your sides, forcing you to squirm and burst into hysterical laughter.

"Stop," you said through a laboured breath.

"Apologise," he glared.

"So-Sorry," you laughed.

Instantly he stopped tickling you, falling down so that he was lying next to you. You swung your arm back to playfully hit your fiancé.

"You are a grumpy git Barton," you sighed attempting to get your breathing back to normal. "But that's why I love you."

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Written by Charlotte.