Avengers Imagines: Volume I

Clint (He Meets Your Best Friend)

You knew that Clint didn't like meeting people. Ever since the battle in New York, he had become extremely introverted. Because of this, you had made a deal that, until he said he was comfortable with it, he wouldn't meet any of your family or friends. 

At first, when your best friend heard about this, she was skeptical towards your relationship, but soon enough she got used to it. You never talked about his personal life, but you did talk about how he treated you, if he was a good kisser, basically all the corny stuff you wanted to be able to talk about as tweens. Since neither of you had any boyfriends in high school, this was your time to gossip. 

One day whilst sitting in your living room, eating popcorn, ice cream, and pizza, and watching Sherlock on Netflix, your best friend had fallen asleep on the couch. You laughed as you thought about your first day with Clint. You sure knew how to pick 'em. The two most important people in your life, both always ended up falling asleep while watching movies. Well, of course you did too, but that just showed how perfectly you fit into your relationships. 

Standing to clear the spoons and put away the pizza, you hear a soft creaking from the door opening. "Hi beautiful," he kissed the top of your head. "Wow, that's a lot of food for one person." He grabs a handful of popcorn, popping the kernels into his mouth.

"Well..."

"Ah! So you must be Clint." You heard your best friend patter into the kitchen. "Pleasure to meet you." She extends her hand, immediately retracting it, seeing the anxiety in his eyes. "Sorry, I know I am not supposed to meet you yet."

"No, it's fine." Clint takes a deep breath, breathing out the anxiousness that he was feeling. "(y/bff/n)? Right? (y/n) has talked about you a lot."

(y/bff/n) blushed, burning daggers into your skin with her glare. "Well, I hope she doesn't only talk about me." She smiled shyly.

"Of course not, I talk equally about you and I, I promise." You look down. 

"It's just a nervous reaction to talk about the people close to you, avoiding talking about yourself. I've done it too, but don't worry," he tugs you close to him, giving you a side hug. "she talks about her self all the time now." He kisses the top of your head again causing you to blush.

"Shall we continue watching Sherlock?" You eyed your best friend. "I want to know more about this Irene Adler everyone keeps talking about." You smile as if you didn't know who Irene was. 

As you three curled up on the couch, Clint pulled you close to him, playing with your hair softly. "Thank you." You whisper.

"For what?"

"Meeting (y/bff/n), it means a lot to me." You look up at him, watching him as he watched the TV.

"You're welcome." He smiled, his eyes meeting yours as he leaned down, kissing you softly until a faint giggle could be heard from across the couch. 

"Stahp!" (y/bff/n) fakes a gagging sound as she swats your arm.

"And you wonder why we didn't ever let you come over." You grin towards her.

"Hey!" Your best friend whines as you push her off the couch with a thud.