"Hey." Clint says sitting next to you on the couch. He puts his arm around you before kissing your temple.
"Hey, how was your day?" I ask facing him.
"Good, it was good... It's not over though, I have to go to some event thing for the Avengers tonight, I couldn't get out of it... I know you probably don't want to go so I'll ju-"
"No, no I'll go." I inform not wanting to seem like a bad fiance.
"You know you don't have to right?" He questions looking at me.
"I know." I send him a small smile.
"A lot of people might ask you questions." Clint explains, I swallow the lump in my throat before nodding my head. "Okay." Clint breaths kissing me.
I was diagnosed with selective mutism when I was six years old. It's an anxiety disorder that keeps me from speaking in specific situations and to certain people. I will stay silent regardless of the punishment. That's one of the reasons I'm a great agent, I listen well, preform task precisely, and if I were to be kidnapped for information, they'd never get anything out of me.
Clint is the only person outside of my immediate family that I am comfortable talking to, it took me a while to do so though. Three years to be exact, we've been together for five. My first words to him were 'I Love You' Sometimes I don't feel like I'm good enough for him, I feel like he needs more, someone better than me, I feel like he deserves someone better. Maybe that's just my SM talking but, maybe not.
"If we're going to make it to this thing then we have to get ready now." Clint says getting up from the couch then holding his hands out towards me for me to grab Which I did. He helped me up then gave me a strong hug then whispered,
"I love you." Into my ear then kissing my jawline.
"I love you too." I whisper kissing his lips.
....
I walk out of the room ready to go... Physically.
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"You look beautiful." Clint complimented as I walked towards him. "You sure you wanna go."
"Mhm." You nod with a slight smile.
"Okay, just nudge me if you want to leave." He says grabbing my hand. I nod my head at him before we walk out of the door together.
....
"Hey, I'm right here." Clint squeezes my hand as we pull up to the event. I look at Clint then out the window to the huge crowd of people, cameras flashing, reporters yelling, my overall worst nightmare. "We don't have to do this." Clint says probably noticing my nervousness.
"No, it's okay." I say quietly
"Okay." He parks the car then gets out running over to my side to help me out. He shuts the door behind me and grabs my hand tightening up his grip in a comforting way as we get closer to the crowd.
