Avengers Seven Minutes In Heaven

Arrow Head (Clint)

You felt a sharp pain against your fingers and hissed at the contact with something cold and sharp. Gently holding it with the tip of your fingers, you pulled out an arrow head. You knew who it was and would've blushed madly if you weren't too busy looking at the blood that was coming from your finger, face as white as a sheet. It was ridiculous. You were an Avenger, one of the greatest assassins that anyone has ever come across, and yet you were terrified of blood, also known as hemophobia. No one except for one person knew about your fear. And you were about to be put in a closet with him.

Tony looked at what you were holding and grimaced a little at the blood that was dripping from your fingers. "Clint! You're up!" he said, motioning for Clint to come over. "While you're at it, grab a couple of band-aids for her." Clint got up from the ground and patted his pocket. "Got 'em in here," he said.

He gently grabbed your arm and pulled you into the closet. Tony locked the door behind you and instantly asked Nat to start the timer. You had left the arrow head on the coffe table on your way to the closet but you could still feel the sting. You heard Clint rummage for something in the pockets of his jacket before something cracked. Light began to emit in Clint's direction and you saw Clint holding a bright green neon glow stick in his hand. A smirk was spread across his face as he placed it in between his teeth. Going through his pockets once more, he pulled out the band-aids that he had mentioned earlier.

He walked towards you and motioned for you to show him the injury. Closing your eyes, you shoved your hand outwards and said, "Please just make it quick." Clint gently grabbed your hand and you had to do everything in you to push down the blush that was forming on your face. You felt the band-aids being placed on two of your fingers. Slowly, you opened your eyes and saw the blood no longer being there, and was replaced by the band-aids. Clint was still holding your hand as he took the glow stick out of his mouth using his free hand. He placed it down to the ground in between the two of you, making the light glow softly in your faces.

"You better now, Y/N/N?" he asked softly. You nodded your head and thanked him. He grinned at you. "Thank God," he said. "Didn't want my best friend to die on me."

You shoved him playfully. "It's gonna take a lot more to kill me, Clinty," you joked. The two of you remained in comfortable silence with Clint mindlessly stroking your hand with his thumb, his eyes focused on you. Finally, you broke the silence.

"So what're we gonna do?" you asked. He blinked in confusion and tilted his head to the side.

"What do you mean?" he asked. You rolled your eyes at how clueless he was.

"I mean, we've got like another six minutes in here, Clint. How're we gonna kill the time?"

He hummed in thought. "Well we could talk about emotions."

You scrunched up your nose. "Ew. Emotions."

Clint grinned and srunched up his nose as well. "I know, right? But we've run out of topics to talk about."

You stayed silent as you tried to think of a way to wriggle free from this topic. You knew he was eventually going to ask about your crush but there was no way you could talk about that to him. Why? Because obviously your crush was him. You didn't even want him to find out that you had a crush on someone but he did manage to overhear your conversation with Nat. You also knew that if you didn't talk to him about your crush, he was going to get suspicious because the two of you talked to each other about everything. Literally everything.

"How about I go first." He inched closer to you. "I feel upset because someone ate my sandwich."

You gasped, inching forward as well without thinking. "No. Was it your favourite sandwich?"

"Yup." Closer. "I was the one who ate it."

You laughed at how very Clint-like that was. "Of course you did." Closer.

"Well I can't help it! The sandwich looked tempting." Closer.

You looked at him with your eyebrows raised as if to say "really?" "Clint. Everything looks tempting to you." Closer.

"You know what else looks tempting?" Closer. It was when you could feel his breath did you realize that there was no more space between the two of you. He glanced down at your lips before looking back at your eyes. You gulped.

"What?"

"Your lip... shaped Haribo gummies. I mean, seriously, man. Those look tempting as fuck."

You looked at him in disbelief before angrily hitting his arm with your free hand. He began to laugh uncontrolably. "Clinton Francis Barton!" you scolded him. "You can't just fucking pause like that, you fucking asshole! Jeez."

His laughter subsided and he went back to looking at you with a smile. "But your lips do look tempting," he purred. You rolled your eyes st his comment but still felt the blush creeping up your face.

"Please don't joke about that. Because to be quite frank it's not—" Your words were cut short when Clint pulled you and closed the gap between your lips. Your eyes widen at the contact. He quickly pulled away and started fumbling and stumbling on his words, trying to apologize to you.

"I-I have no idea what came over me," he stuttered. "I-I just, I just couldn't resist—" It was your turn to stop him from talking by grabbing his face and smashing your lips together. He stiffened at first but soon started to kiss you back.

"You talk too fucking much," you muttered in between kisses. His cool minty breath hit your lips as he gave a small laugh at your remark.

"You love it though," he said with a smile, his lips hovering above yours. You felt a smile tugging on your lips as you wrapped your arms around his neck, brushing your nose against his. "You know I do," you replied before reconnecting your lips. It seemed wonderful how your lips managed to fit his perfectly, like the two of you were made for each other.

You couldn't feel any lust consuming you at the moment, just pure love that you had for this one man. The both of you shared small kisses and in between those kisses he just kept on saying how much he loved you.

"You and me," he said. Kiss. "Thursday morning." Kiss. "We ditch training and head down to our favourite diner." Kiss. "How does that sound to you?" Kiss. You laughed against his lips. "Cap's gonna kill us if we do that," you sighed. By then, the two of you were tired from all of the kissing. You rested your head against his chest and you could hear the steady beat of his heart.

"Nah," he said, stroking your (h/c) hair. "I'll explain it to him. He'll understand." You could feel the vibration in his chest as he spoke. There was a knock on the door before you heard Scott asking, "You guys fully clothed or not?"

"Yeah, Scott!" Clint replied.  Light flooded into the room as the door opened up. Scott stood there leaning against the doorframe with a huge grin on his face. "Finally confessed, huh?" he asked. You turned around and asked, "Which one of us are you talking to exactly?"

"Both of you."

"Yeah we did," said Clint, draping an arm around your shoulder. The both of you walked out of the closet with Clint happily humming at your side.

"Clint?" you said, looking up at him.

"Hmm?"

"The Thursday plan? I'm in."

He grinned. "So it's a date then."

You nodded. "It's a date."

A/N
After nearly a year of being dead I have come back to life. I do need to give a little heads up I'm not gonna be updating until December coz I've got exams going on. I felt bad for not updating in so long so here's a chapter ! Hope you guys enjoyed this