Accuracy and Precision (Clint Barton/Hawkeye Love Story)

Chapter 20: The Inspiration

        "You think you need a new uniform?" Clint asks me and I nod, stretching out on the floor as we watched the clouds above us. "Can we think about that later?"

        "But why?" I smirk. "So you have time to fix the hole in the ceiling?" I turn my head to gaze at him and he was looking at the hole through our bedroom ceiling.

        "Yeah, I don't know how that happened."

        "I think it might've happened when you tried to do the ceiling fan." I glanced at the said fan, which was broken on the floor by us, since it had fallen, taking the ceiling with it. "And it liked the ceiling a little too much."

        "Just a little bit." Clint sighs, rubbing his eyes before rolling onto his side, facing me on the hardwood floor. "I don't know how to fix that, babe."

        I roll onto my side also. "Do you want me to see if Captain America can come and fix it?"

        "No, I'm the man of the house." 

        "Ah, I see we are back to that." I groan before rolling onto my back again. "Clint, asking for help does not mean you are not the man of the house." I whisper.

        "I know. But it's our first house. I want to make it just ours. No help from anybody."

        "Awe, not even your loving girlfriend?" I question with a pouty face and Clint just chuckles to himself. "Seriously, we ave to like, get an expert in here or something."

        "I am an expert." I raise an eyebrow at him. "Can't I just ask an expert on what to do?"

        "And who would this expert be?"

        "Someone." He mutters under his breath and I laugh. 

        Then my eyes widen. "What happens if it rains before we get it fixed, what'll we do?"

        "Place a bucket under it." 

        "Whoa, that's classy."

        "Classy? I was thinking tacky." 

        We lay in silence until I sit up, stretching again. "How long do we have off?"

        "I think three more days."

        "What are we supposed to do for three days?"

        "We could go see the world."

        "Hmmm. I actually like that idea. We need to fix the roof first. We are not going to sleep until that is fixed."

        "Deal."

        My phone vibrates on the floor by the door to the bedroom and I crawl over Clint to get to it. "Agent Summers." I whisper, still glancing at the hole in the roof. 

        "Agent? Since when did you become an agent?" A voice asks and I can't actually put the voice to a face. 

        I clear my throat. "May I ask who is calling?" Clint sits up, glancing over at me.

        "You don't remember me? I'm hurt." The voice says. "First you replace me, and now you can't even remember me."

        Clint comes over and I hand him the phone, letting him help me into a standing position. "Who is this?"

        I could hear the voice through the speaker. "Oh great, it's my replacement." 

        "Are you that one dude that I almost beat up at one of Stark's parties?"