What If You Were In The Avengers?

Back to you: (Clint x reader)

'Y/n was right'. That's all Clint could think as he walked into S.H.E.I.L.D. of course he had been selfish. It was so stupid, he'd got jealous over something that never happened.

He groaned In frustration, he saw you and Nat walking on a platform below. You were covered in blood, but looked happy so he assumed it wasnt your own. You and Nat had become his everything since you'd both joined S.H.E.I.L.D. and you had been the love of his life until about two weeks ago.

You'd been coming home late, so when he followed you, he found you and a younger agent on the floor. When confronted you'd told him truthfully that you had been training him, but Clint had shouted and left. As he'd left you standing there you'd said that he would come running back.

And you were right, Clint wanted nothing more than to apologise and have you back again. The only problem? Clint was stubborn, and he hated how weak he was. He should be stronger than this, but he couldn't live without you.

He jumped the railing, landing in front of you. Neither you or Nat jumped. "Agent Barton." You greeted. Clint bit his lip, this made your stomach lurch. You loved it when he did that.

"Here me out Y/N. We need to talk." He growled. You flicked your gaze down at your clothes. Sighing, you nodded.

"I'll see you later Nat. Follow me Barton." He winced at the use of his last name. You walked to the locker room. You took your top of, standing in your bra, Clint was momentarily distracted. "Start talking. You have until I've finished changing." He pulled his eyes up to your face, as you turned on the water.

"I over reacted." He stated simply. "I'm out of my head, I cant wait any longer. I tried, when you said I'd come crawling back to you. I thought I'd be fine. But when I close my eyes, I see your face and..." you raised your eyes, letting the water run over your face and down your chest.

"I'm sorry, I've swallowed my pride, and like you said I would..I love you. And I...i.." you smirked. "I take it all back, your beautiful, loyal and I don't deserve you."

"What did I say? I'm the best you could ever find. Clint we all make mistakes, you've learnt your lesson. I've seen you these two weeks you've looked ill. He smiled.

"Why do you put up with me?"

"Cause I love ya dumbass. And besides I enjoyed your little speech." He put his arms around your waist, slipping your trousers off, as they were covered in blood. Stood in your under wear, he kissed your neck, sucking. You knew it would leave a bruise there later.

"Who's blood was it?" You shrugged.

"No idea Hawkeye." He smiled at his name. He kissed you again, his tounge asking for entrance which you granted. You pushed him away. "Let me get clean." He walked to the door locking it quickly, pulling the blind down. He slipped his T-shirt off.

"Let me help you." He growled, lust filling his voice. You stepped back, planning on make him work for you. He undressed and followed you into the water. He went to kiss you and you ducked away. He caught your wrists, pinning then above your head.

You smirked, and went to kick him away. He bit down on your ear when you turned away, making you laugh. "Struggling?"

"Two weeks is too long, never leave me again." You turned to face him. "You probably want a big thing but screw it I want you forever. Marry me?" You kissed him.

"Big proposals are overrated." He smiled.