The Tower

Clint

You ever meet someone that you just automatically feel comfortable around? Clint was that for me. He had this way about him where he was trying really hard to make it seem like he didn't care at all about me. Yet, I knew he cared with almost everything he had. When he listened to me talk about something sciencey, he'd always call me a dork, but I still knew he was actually listening and he did care about what I was saying.

He was also really fun to be around. Unlike Natasha who was paranoid to go out, Clint and I did all kinds of things together. We just did them in places no one would see us. Rooftops mainly. We visited a lot of rooftops. That wasn't all though. He took me to a remote cabin on a weekend he had off and he spent it teaching me how to use a bow. That is when we weren't fucking.

Lying on the rooftop one night was when I was sure I could go all in on this with him. We had snuck onto some rooftop that had a small garden on top at about midnight. We'd used their grill to make hotdogs and brought an obscene amount of alcohol with us.

We lay on one deck chair together drinking and looking up at the stars. He lay on the chair, and I lay draped over him on my back. He kept drawing circles on my stomach where my shirt had ridden up. We were playing never have I ever and I'd been on a straight roll of not drinking anything while he kept on drinking more and more.

"This game stinks. You're practically a virgin compared to me. I can't think of anything you haven't done that I also haven't done. Plus you keep saying Avengers stuff." He complained, his words half slurred.

"Alright how about we get deep?" I said. "And I say things that I have done but don't expect you to have?"

Clint kissed my neck. "Sounds good."

"Never have I ever; run away from home," I said. Both Clint and I took a drink.

"I mean really run away not walk to the end of the block." I expanded.

"No. I really ran away too. I was in foster care with my brother and..." He didn't finish the sentence and I didn't need him to. I shifted my position a little so I was curled around him on my side, squeezed into the chair next to him. I ran my finger over his chest.

"Never have I ever; joined a circus." He said taking a drink.

I didn't drink for that one. "Really? That's... weird."

"Totally weird. Not good either. They were awful people who made me do awful things." He said, almost shrinking down against me.

"Never have I ever; paid for someone to fake ID for me so that I could work in a bar and get outrageous tips for letting frat boys and lawyers take shots off me," I said, taking a drink.

"You skank." Clint teased. There was no malice in his voice though and it was accompanied by his lips against my throat.

"Hey, it paid my way through college." I laughed.

"I ran away and joined the circus and you ran away and got a Ph.D. Which one of us is the bigger nerd do you think?" He asked as the back of his fingers skimmed up my side.

I kissed the corner of his jaw and my hand slipped under the waistband of his jeans and rested on his hip. "Equal just different kinds," I answered.

He chuckled softly and brought his lips to mine. We kissed slowly. Not really aiming to go further than that. Just enjoying the feel of our lips against each other's. "Never have I ever; robbed a bank." He said when he pulled away and took a drink.

"Really? But you're a hero!" I gasped.

"Didn't use to be. The circus I ran to was a front. One day it planned something where people would get killed. I couldn't do it so I went to the authorities. This guy, Nick, recruited me to SHIELD." Clint explains.