Marvel and DC Imagines

No Superman (Clint Barton x Reader)

Listen to Hero by Christopher Wilde.
Yes, it's a Disney song.
Yes, I have no fucks to give for your opinions.

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Clint had no powers, like his fellow teammates. He had nothing special about him, as he thought. He wasn't sure if he was worthy of being a part of the avengers.

Especially, for Y/N.

Her hair is entrancing to him, causing him to miss a target when ever she was near him. How her laugh made his heart stop. Her eyes sparkled and causing him to stare.

And she would tilt her head in that adorable way, making him blush at his own stupidity for being caught staring.

She had everything, great friends, a normal identity, a beautiful face and a great life. What did he had to offer? She already has everything at the tip of her fingers.

Everything about her was exquisite, so untouchable.

He was nothing while she was everything. What did he have? He was no superman, he was not hero, he wasn't special.

So there he was, staring at her. Longing to be with her and filling his head with daydreams.

Clint didn't believe in fate or destiny. No one controlled his life in his opinion. But he sometimes wished that someone did and plead to that person to make him be with Y/N.

But he knew that wasn't fair because she could do so much better.

She was her. And Clint was ordinary.

But for her, he will be a miracle. He would become a hero. He would be anything.

If she was the one for him, he would try and become everything she needed.

Drawn towards her, like gravity, there was no escape. Constantly orbiting her, he was stuck.

And that's why he decided to take a leap of faith, hoping she would be there to catch him.

"I have something to say, everyone has been interrupting but I want to interruptions." Clint took a deep breath.

There as no going back.

"I really like you and I was hoping if I could take you out on a date, after this mission." He sent her a nervous smile. "I know you don't like players and pickup lines so I decided to be blunt—"

"Of course, Clint." She grinned at her, making his heart run a thousand miles. "I've been waiting for you, what took you so long?"

Clint almost stopped breathing. She was truly everything.

And now it was up to him to show her that he could be everything she needed. He would try. He would fight for them. For her. Fo their future.

Taking a deep breath, he smiled at her and took her hand, clasping in lock.

He was no superman, but he was her hero. Because she was his, saving him from his hopeless thoughts of himself.

And she was the one for him. And he was the one for her.

And for once, he felt like a hero. He felt right, that he was supposed to be here. He was unstoppable.

Clint was no hero, but he would certainly try.