Mine Would Be Him (Clint Barton x reader x Everett Ross)

Everett's Ending

"I'm beginning to think your boyfriends aren't coming back!" Bucky yelled between bursts of his rifle.

"I called them before the fighting started! They said they had Scott and they were on the way!"

"Well, they're certainly taking their sweet time about it!"

By the time the Quinjet carrying Clint, Everett, and Scott arrived, you had managed to work your way into the very middle of the fight. It seemed to last for an eternity. Every time you'd shoot one of those four-armed bastards, three more would pop up. But, eventually, the numbers were whittled down until there were none left. Once the dust began to settle, you rushed around looking for your loved ones. From a distance, you saw a group of them huddled close together so you started running towards them. As you drew near, only mere feet away from your destination, you were intercepted by Everett. He was dirty from the fight and looked visibly shaken.

"Don't, Y/n!" he said, grabbing you and not letting you move. "You don't need to see!"

Scanning the group in front of you, there was one person you couldn't find.

"Everett, where's Clint?" You asked as the sick feeling of panic began to grow inside of you. "Where is he?"

"Y/n, you don't need to see. Believe me," was all he managed.

You started to fight against his hold on you, and when you finally managed to slip free, you punched him hard in the face so he wouldn't have a chance to grab you again. Running forward so quickly you almost tripped, you shoved your way into the middle of the circle.

"Clint," you whimpered as you looked down at him. His entire midsection was a complete mess, with gaping holes so large you could see inside them. When your eyes fell on his face, you saw that he was still alive.

"Clint!" You screamed as you dropped down beside him and took ahold of his head. "Clint, hold on! We're going to get you all fixed up. I promise. T'Challa's people are really good. They'll have you better in no time."

"It's too late," he said quietly. "More of me is missing than there is left."

"Don't say that!" you yelled at him as you started sobbing. "I can't lose you! I need you!"

"I need to tell you something," he said, reaching up and caressing your cheek with his fingers. "My eyesight isn't as good as we thought it was."

"What?"

"I couldn't see what was always right in front of me. I love you, baby. I was going to come back and ask you to marry me. If I had gotten to, what would you have said?"

"I would have said 'yes.'"

He gave you a sad smile before saying, "I guess we aren't going to have a chance to be everything we were meant to be."

"Haven't we already been?" You said as you stroked his hair. "Maybe I never got to be Mrs. Y/n Barton, but nothing in this world could have made me love you more than I already do....more than I always have."

You leaned forward and kissed him on the lips, pouring all your love and all your agony into it as you did so. If you were going to lose him, you didn't want there to be any more doubts between you...no more hidden feelings. When you stopped, you lingered near his face, not wanting to leave him.

"Time for me to trust someone else to have your back, partner," he whispered. You opened your eyes to see that his were no longer looking back at you.

"Clint?" You pleaded. "Clint!"

"There's a second wave coming," Steve said somewhere behind you. "She can't stay here."

Amidst your frantic sobbing, you became aware of a pair of arms wrapping around you and lifting you up off the ground.