Marvel/Avengers One-Shots!

Silk Pyjamas [Clint - Fluff]

Walking through the store, your friend points something out to you.
"Omg, (y/n)! How perfect would those be for you and Clint?" She squeals.
You look up to see men and women's matching purple silk nightwear. The men's pyjamas are deep purple with a button up long sleeved shirt and full length bottoms. The women's, however, is a delicate nightgown in the same shade of purple.
You admire the set and decide your friend was right, they would be perfect.
You grab a one of each in the suitable sizes and head to the checkout.

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Clint returns home from training to see you in the kitchen wearing your new silky nightgown.
You are getting yourself a bowl of ice cream and don't realise he's home until he wraps his arms around your waist.
You jump at first, but soon relax into his arms.
"Do you want a bowl?" You ask, gesturing to the tub of ice cream with your spoon.
"Sure." He replies, placing a kiss on your jaw. "I'm just going to get changed."
You spin around and smile at him. In reaction to your movement, he removes his hands from your waist and places them on the counter behind you so that you are boxed into place.
"I got you new pyjamas." You announce proudly. "Just like I got myself this." You pose to show off your nightgown and he smirks.
"Well I hope mine isn't a dress." He jokes, placing a kiss on your nose. You giggle and shake your head.
"You'll just have to go and look. They're in the bedroom." You tell him, sliding out from under his arm to grab a bowl for his ice cream.
Clint saunters off to find his new pyjamas.

You hear the shower water running and before long, Clint enters the living area in his silk pyjamas with his ice cream bowl in hand and his hair still slightly wet and sticking up everywhere.
You wolf whistle to him. He looks good in silk. Really, really good.
"I look hot, huh?" He grins as he strides over confidently to join you on the sofa. 
"Oh yes." You reply, putting down your bowl and scooting closer to him.
Clint also puts down his bowl and turns to you. "Not as good as you look." He mumbles into your neck.
You giggle as he places soft kisses up your neck, onto your jaw and finally on your lips. He pulls you onto his lap so that you're straddling him as he deepens the kiss. Your hands run through his damp hair and you can smell familiar shower gel on his skin.
Clint's hands run up and down your back, moving the thin silk over your skin.

He stands up, hoping to carry you to the bedroom. However, the silk adorning both of your bodies makes you slip. Clint tries to hold on to you, and you wrap your legs tighter around his waist, but it's all to no avail. You slide down his body and have to put your feet down to stop yourself from falling. You stand up facing him and begin giggling. Clint also begins to chuckle and before long you're both laughing hysterically. Clint drops down onto the sofa as he clutches his stomach, his laugh echoing around the room. You hold onto the arm of the sofa to steady yourself as your eyes begin to stream due to the extent of your laughing.
Turns out the silk actually ruined the romantic atmosphere. Who'd have thought it?

When you've both composed yourselves, you feel exhausted. Clint stands from the sofa and takes the bowls into the kitchen, dropping them in the sink before returning to you. He wraps an arm around your shoulders and guides you to the bedroom. The silk of his shirt feels soft over your shoulders, but you can still feel his toned muscles underneath.

You both drop down on the bed and you quickly snuggle up to Clint. You rest your head on his silk covered chest and he engulfs you in his smooth arms. You run your hand up and down his abdomen, loving the feeling of his new pyjamas. You feel your eyelids become heavy and are ready to drift off. Dreamland begins to call you as you slip into-
"(Y/n)?"
You're brought back to reality instantly as you look up at Clint.
"These pyjamas are great, but damn it gets hot in here." He chuckles. His voice is low and sleepy.
"Do you want me to move?" You ask, thinking your body heat is the cause of the problem.
"Just for a second." He smiles sympathetically.
You move away from him and he sits up. He begins unbuttoning his shirt and you can't help but watch him.

Before long, he's removed his shirt and lay back down. Once he's comfortable, he pulls you back into his arms.
You now have your head resting against his warm, bare chest.
He brings his hand up to start playing with your hair, relaxing you instantly.
"Goodnight, (Y/n)." He mumbles into your forehead before planting a soft kiss upon it.
"Night, Hawkeye." You giggle lazily.
You feel his chest move as he chuckles.

The room becomes completely silent other than the rise and fall of your and Clint's steady breathing, and the gentle thump of his heartbeat under your ear.