Magic & Desire (Clint Barton Fan Fiction)

Chapter 34

Clint was released from the hospital the day after he woke up. Natasha and I were with him as he exited the elevator and got out on his floor.

"So will you be staying here tonight?" Natasha spoke quietly while Clint went ahead of us. He insisted he could walk by himself and practically refused any help offered by us. "You know, just so you could watch him through the night."

I rolled my eyes at her but nodded my head.

"Yeah. I'll stay with him tonight."

"Then I'll head on out." She stopped walking, causing me to turn to face her. "If you need anything, you know where I am."

I watched as she got into the elevator and left.

"You don't have to stay if you don't want to."

Turning around, I faced Clint, who was leaning against the doorway of his bedroom.

"I-I don't want you to think you've got to do anything you don't—,"

"Shut up and get into bed." I cut him off as I moved towards him. The little smile that came to his lips didn't go unnoticed by me. I saw it and it had a chain reaction on me. "You're a mess." I commented as I closed the door to his room. "And I don't just mean your personality. Your room is disgusting."

"Yeah. Well, I didn't plan on having a woman in here anytime soon." Clint took off the sling holding his left arm in place and threw it on the floor. "Especially not you."

"Did you get mad at the tv?" I asked, glancing to the tv that looking like someone had punched it a few times.

"Let's go to the other room." He mumbled as he ignored me. "That tv works."

I followed him to the other room, the one that I always stayed in whenever we were together. As Clint got into bed, I took off my sweater cardigan and my shoes.

"You can go grab a shirt from the other room, if you want to."

"I'm fine." I kept my jeans and white cropped t-shirt on and began to climb into bed next to him. However, I made sure there was space between us.

"Shy, you don't have to do that—,"

"I'm fine, Clint." I cut him off, glancing over my shoulder to him. "Get some sleep."

There was silence as I did my best to try to fall asleep quickly. The space between us was causing something in my chest to ache.

"Why are you here, Shyla?" I heard Clint ask quietly.

My teeth clench together and my eyes squeezed shut. Why couldn't he just sleep? Should I knock him out with a spell? Or maybe I should just knock him out. I rolled over on to my back but turned my head to face him. Our eyes met, but I said nothing. I didn't know the answer to his question so I didn't speak.

"You don't have to stay. But.... I love you too, you know."

My breath hitched in my throat at his words.

"Answer my question, please." He murmured gently, reaching his hand out to touch my face. I leaned in to his fingertips, closing my eyes softly. Just that little gesture made me feel safe, like everything would be okay.

"I don't know why." I turned my head and pressed a kiss to his palm. "I-I was just so scared." I breathed out. "I was shaking and-and I couldn't-I couldn't—,"

"I'm here now, Shyla. It's okay."

I shook my head and opened my eyes. Clint was a blurry figure now due to the tears forming in my eyes.