Amount of Words: 267
Warnings: Clint being a cheeky little bastard
Requested by bear_the_gray_jedi
Two days after your encounter with Clint Barton, Natasha got you to spar with him again.
"Hello gorgeous," Clint greets you with a goofy smile.
"Are you ready to be beat again?" You ask him with a smirk.
"Don't get cocky babe,"
"Seriously?" You roll your eyes. "I'm not your 'babe'."
"How about if I win, you go on a date with me?"
"And if you lose?"
"Then I leave you alone."
"It's a deal," you confirm as you shake his hand. "It's time to say your goodbyes Agent Barton," you laugh.
"I think you should get your dress ready doll face."
"OH MY GOD JUST START ALREADY THE SEXUAL TENSION IN HERE IS VERY THICK!" Natasha yells, clearly annoyed.
You and Clint get into your fighting stances.
"Sure thing Agent Romanoff," you say as you and Clint battle it out for the next five minutes. You end up pinning Clint to the ground.
"Say goodbye to me Clinton," you sing. He grabs your chin and pulls you into a kiss and flips around so you're pinned underneath him.
"Number one rule in fighting," he mimics. "Never get distracted by your opponent. No matter how gorgeous they are." He stands up and grins at you. "I'll pick you up at seven." he says as he saunters off. "And I expect to see your cute little ass in the lounge on time."
You turn to Natasha in despair.
"Do I really have to do this?"
"Hush child. Yes you do. Now get your cute little ass up in your room and get ready."
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