Marvel Boyfriend Scenarios

Clint Barton (Hawkeye)

Clacking of keyboards and murmuring colleagues blend into a choir of the workspace, accented by sporadic sips of coffee and clinks of mugs. I jog through the dense crowd nodding greetings to vague friends.
"Agent (L/N), you're late. The helicarrier would've left without you." Director Fury snarls, I freeze in my place and refuse to turn and look him in the eyes . . . eye.
"Sorry sir, won't happen again sir."
"Quit you're blabbering agent, get to your post." I nod fearfully before scampering to my desk and slipping the headset on. "Get her in the air, lets see if this baby can walk." he orders and the rooms starts buzzing with excitement. Let me fill in the gaps: I recently finished my training for S.H.I.E.L.D. and now I'm one of the first crew members aboard the helicarrier's first flight since being rebuilt, I'm now trained in a few different types of self-defence and wielding a gun. Its great! So we are all giddy about her maiden voyage and everything is going smoothly.
"Repulsors are at optimum functionality sir, we're good to go." I shout, he nods approvingly before signalling to a strict woman. She takes over barking orders at everyone as Director Fury strolls up to his position overseeing everyone from the main controls, I keep my head down and monitor Stark's new repulse energy. If something goes wrong with this new tech the entire ship looses all flight stability, with the current rate she's climbing at the fall would not be a pretty one.
"We're at maximum altitude sir." an agent calls, we all cheer.
"Stabilise and disappear." he smirks, we quickly equalise the energy flow and hover thousands of feet in the air.
"Deploying reflector shields sir." I state and once they're up he dismisses us, I immediately decide to go explore. Hopefully even bump into some of the Avengers, I heard that Stark is here to oversee his latest work and Banner is working on something for the medical ward. There are also rumours that Captain America and Thor are here too! I wander aimlessly down corridors, trying to look like I have a purpose before stumbling across a training room.

I peer through the window and find it completely empty, therefore I decide to go in - swiping my level three clearance card and entering. As the door slides shut behind me I notice an archery course set up, it brings back memories of that mystery man at the fair last week. Clint Barton. I pick up the sleek black bow that's leant up against the wall, much better than those crappy carnival game ones, and run my finger along the thin string - nicking my finger causing it to bleed. With the injury in my mouth I scan my surroundings to spot a glove that I could have sworn wasn't there before, I slip it on over my now pretty much healed hand (it was only a shallow cut) and claim a quiver of arrows on the floor. I slide it over my shoulder but spin around when I hear a clunk, I look up to the metal walkway near the roof to find nothing before shrugging it off as a pipe or something. Returning to the previous task I let the arrow loose and it thuds into the centre of the target. I grab another arrow and aim at a different target, hitting it slightly too much to the right. Arrow after arrow sails through the air for a few hours before I run out so I walk over to the targets to retrieve them.
"Your posture needs some work," I shriek and an ominous chuckle emanates from the shadows, I pull back another arrow and fire it into the darkness of the walkway. "but overall with a bit of training you could be a pretty good archer." the man finishes, his voice sounding incredibly familiar. Where have I heard him before? A figure emerges with my offending arrow pinched between his digits, its him.
"Clint?" I question, he nods and gracefully slides down a rope that's dangling a metre from the floor. He approaches me twirling the arrow in quite a hypnotic manner.
"In the flesh, what gives me the pleasure of seeing you again (Y/N)?" he stops a few inches away.
"I'm an agent here now." why didn't I think? He mentioned S.H.I.E.L.D. in that brief argument he had with Nat. "I'm a part of the flight crew but I'd love to one day get out onto the field." he nods, deep in thought. He mumbles something to himself before clenching the arrow in his fist.

"Well, I can teach you to shoot and that'll get you one step closer to the field." he grins.
"Oh my God thank you!" I chirp and hug him tightly, then I realise what I'm doing and immediately pull away - my flustered state seems to really amuse him.
"Lets get started then." he points the arrow at me, tail end, and nods towards it. I accept his offer and turn away, loading the bow. He stops me in my tracks and flicks a small tube-like device, a sophisticated bow snaps into place and he hands me the heavy weapon. "Try this instead." I nod and place the other bow on a nearby table. He silently presses up against me from behind and rests his chin on my shoulder - ghosting his arms around mine, I blush furiously but try to focus on the targets ahead. "Now lets try for that one you missed." he points to a far off speck of red and I shake my head in disbelief, trying to ignore the low rumble of his chest on my back, "Trust me, its possible. Just need the technique." he puts pressure on my lower back forcing me to stand up straight, then he wraps his fingers around my own and we both pull the string back to my ear - his breathing tickling my neck. "Make sure you pull it right back, don't be scared of snapping the string - my bow can probably withstand nuclear fire." he jokes before releasing my hand, I falter a little at the strength of the tension but manage to regain my position. "Now see this," he taps on a little red screen just above the hand gripping the handle, "use it like a sniper scope, it makes things ten times easier." I nod and focus on the circle, it has a high-res image of the distant target which is kinda cool. I align the bulls-eye with the crosshairs and pause. "Good, now take a deep breath," I do as he instructs, "when you breath out let the arrow go." he grips my hip with his free hand and twists it slightly, I release everything and watch in awe as the arrow shoots straight into the wanted target. "See, it wasn't that hard now was it?" his lips brush the shell of my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. Words fail me so I just let out a small squeak, he heartily laughs before walking off. I stumble after him almost dragging the bow on the ground; its so heavy without his support.

"Clint wait! Where are you going? You've left this?" he looks over his shoulder and raises a brow at the sight: my knees are bent inwards with both hands tightly clutching the bow trying to keep it off the ground. He shakes his head with a smirk, presses a button and it compacts into the lightweight baton once more. Clipping it onto his belt he bends down and offers a piggyback, I gladly accept as I'm exhausted from today's events. As he carries me to the mess hall we chat and tell tales from our experiences as S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, his stories are far more interesting with being an assassin, and once we get there he drops me on my feet - both of us cackling like hyenas. We collect lunch and head to another training room; taking me up onto the walkway this time. He collapses to the floor and hugs the railings, motioning for me to join. So I do.
"I tend to come up here to observe the other agents, I'm a bit of an outcast if I'm honest. They say I spend too much time in my nests." he laughs dryly, we both sit in comfortable silence watching people spar - I'm mainly just observing how Captain America's muscles tense as he slaughters punching bag after punching bag. "I'm sorry for startling you earlier I just wanted to help, I had been watching you for a while." I raise my eyebrow with a smirk, panic settles on his features, "Shit, I swear I'm not a stalker! I just . . . uh . . . I-I, uhm. Sorry, you can leave if you want." he leans his forehead on the cool metal. My eyes soften.
"There's no need to be sorry, thank you for today. I'd love to get more lessons from you, I'm free all Thursday if you'd like?" he tilts his head to look at me with a grin and a twinkle in his emerald eyes, there are still small flecks of blue in them too from an incident he told me about with an Asgard god. "I'll take that as a yes, I look forward to it Clint." he nods and returns his gaze to the agents, I return to gawk at Captain America.
"Take a picture sugar, it'll last longer." the blonde calls winking, I blush profusely and Clint bursts out laughing looking incredibly smitten.

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