"It's a bit of a fixer upper." Clint states as we look over at the mansion of a wooden house. "I could fix it up every now and then when we're off."
"It's perfect." I whisper, holding onto his hand. "But, I want to know how you found this place."
"I didn't. Fury found it and made sure it's off the grid, away from all of the fighting."
"He finally forgave us for the whole little mishap?"
"Yeah. And he made sure that no one else knows about it. It is completely off the grid." Clint stated and I smiled over at him. I then released his hand and moved through the tall grass over to the wooden house, away from the black Sedan that Clint had drove us over in. "I can cut this." Clint stated and I just shook my head.
"You don't have to fix everything up at once. And I can help, you know. I'm not helpless." I step up onto the broken porch that had a railing that was breaking off, and it wrapped all the way around the house into the back of the farmhouse.
"I know. But I'm the man, so I have to keep the house up." Clint calls up to me as I open the screen door and step inside.
"Oh? Are you now?" I tease as I glance back at him, him glancing at the porch.
I glanced around the living room and the kitchen, seeing all of the touch-ups we could do to it and seeing all of the potential it had to be used for me and Clint as a house. As a home. "I'm always manly, I'm a man." Clint complains and I smile back at him as he finally enters the house.
"Yes, but I'm not helpless. And I know you are a man." I wink over at him as he glances around. "Look at all of this space we have. We could invite Tasha over and have a party like Stark's." I spread my arms and turn a little, spinning at the thoughts of it.
"I'm not into those kind of parties, but yes, we have the room now."
"We could cuddle up by the fireplace or watch a movie." I sigh dreamily. "When we have time off of course." I stop dreaming and come back to reality. "Better than the apartment I would say."
"What was wrong with the apartment?"
"Nothing, I'm just saying. And I'm into those big parties, if I know the people." I glance back towards the front of the house and move towards the stairs, grabbing his hand and leading him up them, which he takes over and tests every step to make sure it doesn't break, before he lets me onto the steps. One at a time until we reached the top. "Clint, I'm not helpless. I've said that."
"I know, I just don't want you to get hurt."
"We're agents, we're specialized to go out and get hurt."
"Not if I can help it." We arrive onto the second floor and Clint releases my hand to go and test the floors, ordering me to stay still in the middle of the hall.
"Clint..." I whine. "Come on, I'm an agent too."
"But I'm your boyfriend and I'm going to protect you if I can." He walks back over before grabbing my hand and leading me into a moderately sized master bedroom. It had a walk in closet and a good sized bathroom. Well, what would be a bathroom if the necessities hadn't been removed from it.
"This could be our house, our permanent home. Someplace to come home to after a mission."
"Especially since it is off the grid." Clint adds in and I turn towards him and wrap my arms around his neck as his went to my waist.
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Accuracy and Precision (Clint Barton/Hawkeye Love Story)
Action"What does it take to be really good at this?" I whisper, looking up at him as our hands touched. He coughed and looked at the weapon in our hands. "It doesn't take much. Just practice. That and some accuracy and precision." "Accuracy and precision...
