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Seven Minutes in Heaven: Clint Barton

Word Count: 1300

You reached in the bag and felt around for a minute until something cool and very sharp pricks your finger.

"OW! what the hell, Tony?!" You sucked on your index finger and glared at him as he chuckled.

"There only one thing in there that could do that," Tony smirked as he pulled a metal arrow head out, "Birdbrain, you're up."

Clint set his drumsticks down that he was twirling and walked towards you. 

"Uhm, n-no. Can I pick again? Please come on Tony this is stupid."

"Oh don't be a wet blanket, come on [y/n]." Clint chuckled as he pulled you along. Everyone gave you a sympethetic look as your eyes pleaded for help. Well everyone except for Tony.

You both walked into a small closet and you heard a lock behind you. 

"Your seven minutes starts now!" Tony said in a gameshow voice.

You backed away to the farthest corner, which really wasn't that far away considering the size of the closet. Clint only let out a chuckle mixed with a snort.

"What?" You snapped as you crossed your arms.

"Oh nothing, it's just cute when you get all flustered around me."

"I-I do not get flustered....that  much."

Sadly, that was a lie. Ever since you started with the Avengers, about a year ago, you had taken a liking to Clint. He was sarcastic, but there was deeper side to him that came out late at night. Or when you two were alone after a few drinks. But he only saw you as a friend. Hell, he said you were like a sister  to him. Ouch. Now you practically hated him. His stupid smile, his stupid laugh. The way his stupid arms flexed when he drew back his bow. The way his stupid eyes lit up with amusment. The way his stupid body looked after a hard workout. His stupid hands. His stupid...well his stupid everything.

"Why?" Clint asked softly, snapping you out of your thoughts. You sighed deeply.

"Why what, Clint?" 

"Why do you hate me?" His voice was barely above a whisper.

"If you only knew"  You thought.

"I don't hate you Clint."

"Then why do you act like it?"

"I don't."

Clint laughed bitterly. More out of frustration than amusement.

"Stop bullshitting me [y/n]. Any time I come into a room, you leave. And if you don't leave you act like you wish you could be anywhere but there. You beg Nat and Steve to pair you with anyone but me on missons. Any time I try to talk to you, you brush me off like I'm some- some child. Like last week when I asked you if you wanted me to save you a slice, you acted like I shoved a stick up your ass! Don't you dare tell me that you don't hate me when all you ever do is act like you do. Jesus, I've never hurt you, never said anything to hurt you. So what the hell is your issue!?"

"You've never said anything to hurt me?" You were the one laughing bitterly now, "You wanna know why I act like I hate you Barton? Huh!?," You pushed him in the chest, though it didn't seem to affect him, "I act like I hate you because it's easier than loving someone who thinks of me as a sister. You said that you've never said anything to hurt me? Well obviously you know nothing about me because you broke. My. Heart. When you said that! God you are so stupid Clint. If you think that for one sec-" 

Before you could say anything else, the door opened, Tony had a huge smirk on his face, obviously thinking he was going to catch you in the act. Instead he found you, tears streaming down your face and Clint who had tears building in his eyes. 

"God what happened?" Tony asked with a chuckle. 

"You know what Tony? You and your stupid game can go straight to hell." You snapped as you brushed past him and stormed off to your room, furiously wiping tears from your face.

"Damn, what was that about?" Tony looked down the hall and saw your door closing with a slam.

"What do you think, Tony?" Clint huffed and walked towards your room. He knocked on your door softly. "[Y/n]? Come on."

"Go away."

Clint leaned his head on the door and sighed.

"Did you mean it?"

The door flew open, revealing you in all your sobbing glory.

"What're you talking about?"

Clint looked at you with a locked jaw, "Let me in, please."

You moved to the side and shut the door behind you once he walked in.

"When we were in the closet, you said the reason you act like you hate me is because it's easier than loving me." 

You crossed your arms, "And?"

"[Y/n]...," Clint stepped closer to you, and you tried to back up only to be stopped by the door, "Did you mean it? Do you love me?"

You took a deep breath before answering. "So what if I do? It's not like you feel the same. You said it yourself, I'm like a sister to you."

Clint cocked his head with a half smile on his lips. "I only said that because I was trying to convince myself that I didn't have feelings for you."

You uncrossed your arms, "You know Clint, you can't convince yourself to.. wait what? Y-you have feelings for me?"

He walked even closer to you and leaned in to whisper in your ear, "Hell, I may even love you."

Your words got caught in your throat. Firstly, because Clint had never been this close to you before. You could smell the lingering cologne and shampoo, and overall masculine scent that you couldn't get enough of. Secondly, because Clint just said he may love you. You never thought he would, in a million years, feel the same as you.

Clint backed up a little, to see the red tint of your cheeks and very obviously checked you out, looking you up and down, making you self conscious. Softly, he ran his thumb across your bottom lip with a small smile on his face before licking his lips. 

"Clint..." You whispered as he leaned in. He only hummed in response as his lips connected with yours. It wasn't heated, or rushed. No. Clint took his time, pouring out all his hurt, anger, and love into this one moment. 

The second your lips connected, you sharply inhaled, the amount of slow, deliberate passion took you by surprise. 

Clint backed you up against the door and you grabbed his shirt and pulled him in, leaving no space between you. His hands lightly roamed your hips before resting on your waist. Your hands rubbed the back of his neck before running them across his scalp. Earning a hum of approval from Clint. Slowly, the kiss became more and more heated, Clint, not wanting to rush you into anything, let you deepen the kiss at your own pace. He was content enough in this moment, your lips on his, him finally being able to do something about the feelings he'd been bottling up since the day you came into the compound. 

After a while, you pulled away, needing air. Your eyes fluttered open to see an equally flustered and happy Clint. A dorky smile plastered on his face. You laughed softly and pecked him on the lips while grabbing his hand.

"Come on, they're probably wondering why we stopped arguing."

"Knowing their dirty minds, they probably aren't." Clint snickered as he followed you back to the living room.

A/N Request who you want and I'll try my best to do it! Hope you liked this one, Clint is SO underrated and I absolutely love him.