Daughter of thor

Date?

I wasn't planning on leaving the avengers just the port, I really don't think he will want to go. Not after what had happened right?

"Where are you going?" Clint called out to me.

I whipped around to clint right behind me. He grabbed my hand, I just stared down at our hands.

"Come on, we don't have all day with our luck a alien race with go crazy or something." He mumbled it only half joking. He started to pull me along.

"First let me change.." I examine my ripped shirt and ran off to change. I didn't have as much clothes here as i did at Starks but i could a cute skirt and top. Then i rushed back to Clint.

He smiled, "i like that its cute." He said it pulling me along again.

I nodded and we went to a small jet. "All the pilots are on break..." I said it looking around, "and its a one person maybe two." I turn toward where clint had been... But he was gone? I was grabbed being yanking up. what? I looked up at clint I hadn't even saw him get up there. I was strapped in then against something soft yet hard, then my face went extremely red. oh... I was sitting against clint. I was legit strapped against him.

He started to check the gages, "Oh i know, but i can fly." He said it leaning around me. I felt nervous as the jets top closed, I really hope he was telling the truth. We shoot forward and within seconds we were in the sky.

I gasped and held onto his forearms with my hands. He spun the jet making us press up an down. I was so scared, why? Then it faded as i realized i was with him. I should trust him.

"Careful i do still want to have arms." he said it chuckling. i giggled unevenly, but i didn't move my hands. I just closed my eyes, I felt everything rushing past us.

"Want to try?" He asked it carefully.

I opened my eyes, fly this? "what if we crash?" I asked and he chuckled at my question.

"I wont let that happen, here let me show you." He showed me how to stear. He handed the 'wheel' to me, an we dropped. "Clint!" I tried to pull up but the wheel was like heavy. Why the hell is it so hard to?! He chuckled leaning back, "you can do it." He encouraged me.

I pulled up as hard as i could, it pulled up finally. I puffed and it went down again. "Clint... we are going to die..." I cried out and pouted watching as the ground came closer and closer.

He sighed placing his hands over mine. "Your scared, you should try to have faith in yourself. Your fear legit weakens you." He pulled up smashing my hands, Q- Q.

"your crushing my hands." I whispered it but i wasn't sure if he heard me.

We shot downward, and slowed. We landed suddenly, and I waited in silence as Clint radioed us in. He opened the jet and grabbed me jumping down. He landed switfly.

"Hawkeye? Woo he's with a girl." One of the other pilots here said it.

I blushed, gosh. Why so blunt?

"And shes beautiful! damn!" He said a second remark.

I hopped from his arms landing a little to graceful. I felt like one of them angels landing from falling from heaven. I pulled down my skirt... I felt violated... Not because of clint really... Ugh. I kinda felt the regret of changing my clothes.

"Wow..." they gaped at me.

I grunted turning away. I slide behind Clint ,stupid men. "Can we go Clint?" I grabbed his arm trying to get out of the port. Its not that I was trying to be stuck up... It just made me uncomfortable with them staring at me like bass.