Avengers Imagines: Volume I

Clint (A Fight)

Sitting on Clint's bed, you watch as he maneuvered through his closet. Tony had invited the two of you to go for dinner with him and Pepper at an extremely fancy and expensive restaurant. Though you were hesitant, Clint was over the moon excited to show you off to the world, but going out also meant paparazzi. So, here Clint was, rushing around his room, trying to pick out an outfit.

You were already ready, wearing a simple grey dress, and shiny black heels. Your hair was done in loose curls, and you did your signature cat eye and red lipstick. Though you didn't want to go, you also knew how much it meant to Clint. The last time you had seen Tony, was at his party, and we all know how that ended. Thor, Bruce, you and Clint, all crowded in your living room watching Gilmore Girls. 

With Clint rushing around you, in a flurry of suit jackets, and leather, you couldn't help but start to get annoyed. Yes, he wanted to go to this dinner with his friends, but did that mean he had to look pristine? No. Tony would probably show up in a suit, but only because Pepper forced him into one. If Tony had his way, he would probably be going to a hole in the wall burger joint, in jeans and a tee shirt. 

"Clint, honey, you've got to calm down." You stood from your seated position, and placed a hand on his shoulder. "No one's gonna care if you wear black jeans and a leather jacket."

Without so much as a breath, Clint rolled his eyes, and kept sweeping through his closet. After what seemed like an eternity of silence, you broke it again, "Since we have an hour, and you being stressed is stressing me out, I'm gonna go back to my place. Just knock when you're ready to go."

You didn't wait for a reply, as you headed out the door and across the hall to your apartment. After touching up your lipstick, you hopped on the couch, and turned on the TV.

Around 45 minutes had passed, when you heard a knock on your door. You got up to open it, and found Clint on the other side. He was dressed in a grey suit, that was just the wrong colour, so it didn't match your dress, and a green tie. 

"Why aren't you ready?" Clint asked, his face devoid of any emotion other than annoyance. 

"Um, I am ready. I have been for over an hour now." You swung your hips side to side, for emphasis.

"Your dress clashes with my suit. You have to change." Clint pushed past you, and b-lined straight for your bedroom.

"Since I was dressed first, I think that your suit clashes with my dress." You huff, following close behind as Clint pulls things out of your closet.

"Here," He grinned, as if he had just won another game of darts. "This one works better." Clint held up a short black dress with silver embellishments.

"Clint, honey, that one hasn't fit me in about a year."

"Then why do you still have it?"

"Because, I was hoping to fit into it again." You pushed past him, and scanned through your closet. "Here," You smile, pulling out a similar looking garment, but instead of a dress, it's a jumpsuit. "This one will work just as well."

"But it's pants."

"So?"

"Everyone will expect you to wear a dress."