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

Clint's Ending

When the Quinjet finally arrived at the battle, you hurriedly pushed your way through the fighting forces and sprinted over to it. Before you could decide who to run to first, the decision was made for you, but it wasn't the one you were expecting. As you climbed the ramp, Scott popped out of nowhere and grabbed you up into a hug.

"I knew you'd miss me!" he said. "Or was that super dramatic reunion meant for someone else?"

Returning his embrace, you laughed and said, "Of course it was for you, Scottie. I'm glad you could come. Ready to kick some ass?"

"You betcha!" he replied, pushing the button on his glove and disappearing into thin air. You glanced past where he had been standing to find Clint and Everett looking at you. Suddenly, you didn't know what to say to them. As you tried to think of something, you noticed Everett was very out of place with only his one handgun.

"You can't fight with just that," you said. As your eyes scanned the battlefield for your target, you finally laid eyes on him and pointed. "Over there...Bucky's got at least one gun strapped to every single part of his body. I'm sure he can spare some of them."

Once you and Clint were alone, you turned and went down the ramp and back into the battle. As you shot your first alien, you felt someone's back find yours and you heard the familiar sound of one arrow after another being released.

"I told you we were going to have a talk as soon as I got back," Clint said behind you.

"Is now really the time for that?" You asked.

"We might not get a later," he answered. "While I was gone, I thought up all this stuff I could tell you about how I shouldn't have married someone else, and you and I should've gotten together years ago, but then I realized it was all bullshit so I threw it out."

"Clint, if this is the talk you needed to have with me, I could've lived without it."

"You didn't let me finish. It's bullshit because, let's be honest, I wasn't smart enough back then to even realize what you really mean to me. If we had somehow ended up together, I probably would have messed it up. Then I would have lost the one person, apart from my kids, that I'd rather die than live without...the woman who has always been there for me no matter what. So it may have taken me half a lifetime to figure things out, but if I've finally learned how to get you and me right, then it was worth every minute of the wait."

"What are you trying to say, Clint?" You asked, bubbling up inside. You knew what he was trying to say, but you desperately wanted to hear those three little words take on a new meaning between you. His hand landed on your arm and he turned you around so you were facing him.

"Saying I love you wouldn't be enough, not after all these years...but maybe this will be."

He wrapped one of his strong arms around your waist, moved his other hand to the back of your head, and pulled you close until his lips crashed onto yours. Even though you knew that the battle didn't slow down around you, and a romantic theme didn't start to play in the background as he kissed you...it sure felt like it did.

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After the war was over, you and Clint made your way around the field checking on all of your friends. When you found Everett, he looked dirty and tired, but no worse for wear. You let go of Clint's hand and ran to him, throwing your arms around his neck and giving him a tight squeeze. As you held him, you realized that it was time the two of you had a talk in private. After you let go, you turned to Clint and asked, "Can we have a minute?"

"Sure," he said, giving you a nod and walking away.

You reached down, took Everett's hands in yours, and said, "Ev, I—"