Avengers Imagines/One shots/Preferences (ღ˘⌣˘ღ)

Clint Barton x Reader | Coffee Run

Word Count: 1214

Warnings: FLUFFFFYYYY, mentions of fonduing, swearing

Backstory: As the end of November rolls around, the last few days are filled with coughs and sneezes. When a day that is mean to be relished by yourself ends up with you going into the snow to buy coffee, you get repaid.

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Your body jittered awake as a loud smash followed by a yell came from downstairs. You quickly wiped the sleep out of your eyes and grabbed a pen sitting on your bedside table, using it as a weapon. You silently exited your bedroom and stepped down the glass staircase. You held the pen close to your face, clicking it so the tip popped out. Hiding behind the corner of the kitchen entrance, you peeped your head around the corner. Clint stood in front of the Keurig machine, hot coffee steaming off his purple shirt; a broken mug by his feet.

"Clint? What are you doing here? I thought the tower was under attack!" You said as your sleepiness suddenly hit again.

"And you were going to attack them with a pen?" He said groaning.

"Anyways, what're you doing here? I thought everyone was going on a mission?"

"Almost everyone. They needed someone to look after the tower so I volunteered because I think I pulled a muscle yesterday in training. They also said someone should look after you and your infectious illness."

"By that you mean the common cold?"

"Yes, that." He said taking off the stained shirt. Your eyes widened a little at his toned body before looking away.

"What happened? I heard a smash and a loud yell." You asked averting your eyes to the ground.

"It's funny, Tony can fix his complicated, stupid robot suit, but he can't fucking fix the tiny coffee machine! The darn thing sprayed hot coffee all over my shirt and I knocked my mug off the counter." He sounded so defeated by a little accident.

"I'll get the dustpan and broom. Don't move, you might step in glass." You said scurrying around the corner.

You quickly got back with the dustpan, some of Tony's spare slippers and a clean T-shirt. You tossed Clint the shoes and shirt while you swept up the broken glass.

"Cheers. Here, let me help you." He said swiping the dustpan from you. "I don't want you to feel weak."

"Clint, I'm not that sick, I feel fine." You said sniffling a little. He shot you a 'seriously?' face and rolled his eyes.

"Y'know, I could really go for some coffee myself. There's a small coffee shop near here if you want to stop by. It's on me." You offered with a smile. He considered the idea before letting out his hand to shake yours, only to remember your sickness.

"Deal, but only if you wear that warm sweater I got you last Christmas." He said smirking.

"Seriously? It's not even December yet!"

"Too bad. It's warm and I'm responsible for making sure you're looked after. I'll even buy you a muffin."

"Fiiinneeeee. Deal." You said before trudging upstairs to change.

~Time skip brought to you by Clint falling out of the vents while you're showering 0.o~

The cold wind whipped your hair all over the place, giving you no option but to tie it up. Your cheeks had turned a deep pink due to the freezing weather. Clint would turn to examine you every few minutes as you walked along the snowy streets. You would look back causing him to smile and look back down.