Multi-Fandom Preferences and Imagines

Shoot - Clint

Imagine being scared to shoot with Clint because you think your bad but end up being a badass at it.

"Wanna shoot?" Clint asked as he spotted you walking into the training room, we grabbed the arrows from the targets and put then back into the pack sling of his pouch thing.

"Nah," even though he had asked you countless of times to shoot with him, you didn't want to risk the fact that you may be totally and utterly crap. You had imagined the many ways it could go.

So bad. Some had a very happy ending. But nevertheless, you look like an idiot therefore you were not about to risk looking like one in front of your gorgeous boyfriend. "Seriously? You always say nah,"

"Well I might be better than you and your just gonna end up feeling crap about yourself," you teased smiling at him. Both of you walked towards each other as his hands slid onto you your waist and held a tight grip giving you butterfly's at the innocent gesture. Pulling you into a hug he kissed your neck before mumbling,

"Just one?" You laughed and grabbed his shoulders before pulling him back to face you,

"No." his face then turned from daddy to puppy eyes in a second, you began to pout and in your cutest voice said,

"But what if I'm really bad," you looked at him through your eyelashes before fluttering them a few times. He began laughing and the turned you around before setting your body against his, his hand slid round to the front of your body, cupping your waist then gave the bow to you.

"Concentrate," he whispered, his touch made you shiver with goosebumps, he set his hand on top of your right and guided it to the string before bringing both arms up as you looked through the aimer. The arroz pointed toward the target then he whispered the words, "shoot."

You let go of the string as the arrow shot eight there the heart of the target was. Your mouth was agape, "ohmigod!" Your hands shot up to your mouth as you looked at Clint shocked as ever, "I did it." You smiled happily at him before taking another arrow and followed the steps he just taught you. You let go and it landed right on the bullseye once more, happy once more, you shot a few times afterwards before turning happily to him.

"Okay then, was not expecting that!" He uncrossed his arms and lifted up from the table looking bored,

"I'm the new friggin' Brave!" He stared at you bored in annoyance, "sorry, jheez" you rolled your eyes before mumbling, "just because I'm better than you." Although pissed at your remark, you both ended your day for sure hitting the bullseye.